#go to my bio and follow the link

[staytrueblue]

you shouldn’t have to pay money to learn about spirituality and faith

[wife]

made peanut chili oil noodles :3 w capsicum and mushroom

[shadails]

If you don't follow my bluesky i would really recommend doing so if you wanna see more of my shadails art, cuz I've been posting lots of doodles (also WIPs of a new project...) there :3

[mightymorphinlawsuit]

in my catalyst war era

[post-punk-revival]

Part Two: Alterhuman Community Intro…?

This post will continue to be edited as necessary. This post is no longer our active bio and I've removed it from our pinned post because I don't update it anymore; we now have a full page on our blog for it rather than a post

So I just posted my writeblr intro and since I’m definitely more active in the alterhuman community than the writeblr community I thought it might be fun to have a nonhuman/plural intro? Might be fun and it also occurred to me/us that most of our followers really only know me since I’m the only occupant of the body itself, and don’t know anything about the rest of the system. I will probably delete this someday if I decide once again I don’t like having my ‘types public depending on if the brainmates want to keep their own bios up. It will also probably change a lot because we tend to do that.

Context. We are a non-dissociative system, we do not switch, we were dæmonic originally meaning that I am the body and communicate with them through faux-visual projection and mental speech (which is why I talk like we're a total found family when they never seem to even say anything -- trust me they do, they just don't have access to the keyboard). We/they consider them all to have separate external bodies. We are quoigenic, not traumagenic or endogenic or mixed origins, only refer to us as the former.

Swift

He/it (they/them only under certain circumstances), bisexual, binary male* but only humans are ever men. I use quoi- ahead of all labels (both queer and alterhuman) in addition. POSIC, mildly objectum/conceptum. I have special interests in: biology, the arts, and the change of technology/art/language/media over time and throughout history (example: history of computer graphics 1950s-1990s <3). Psychospiritual, philosophical and narrative alterhuman. Species-wise: I am a common raven (Corvus corax ssp. principalis), an osprey (Pandion haliaetus ssp. carolinensis), a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamiacensis (ssp. fuertesi?)), common spotted cuscus (Spilocuscus maculatus), sea slater (Ligia exotica), mosasaur (Mosasaurus sp.), and lastly, Musteloidea sub-superfamily cladotherian (procyonids, ailurids, and mustelids). I’m a Novakid, a species from the game Starbound, which I consider more of a fictional kintype than a fictotype (I prefer alienkin or just otherkin over fictionkin for this ‘type). I am also a computer, specifically an IBM 7090. I also consider myself a kind of entity or manifestation of autumn, I’d just call it “conceptkin with extra steps,” the extra steps being conceptual embodiment in a sort of cryptidlike sleep paralysis shadow-man monster. I am questioning: a stomiiforme (viperfish, bristlemouth or dragonfish) theriotype, a house centipede theriotype, a Nectocaris pteryx theriotype, and my relationship to solar eclipses (conceptkin, symbolism stemming from interacts between other kintypes, both, or something else?) I was a ghost. Now I’m not. It was not a kintype and I did not “deconfirm” it. This affects some things. I am a flickerer with two fictotypes (Link from The Legend of Zelda, every canon game, and the Knight from Hollow Knight). I have three heartedtypes (domestic cats, cephalopods, and ghost type Pokemon) and two hearthomes (the ocean and O’Neill cylinders). I consider dragons, wolves and foxes to be paratypes. I have a profound quasi-religious connection to stars & the night sky that I consider at least marginally alterhuman in nature. I am an archetrope; wanderer, and secondarily a "shapeshifter" and "generalist" which I need better words for both of -- as they say language is like trying to nail down the ocean, and I guess it would be more accurate but less concise to describe them as "one who changes, embodies or becomes" and "one who adapts, branches out, survives or opportunizes." If I ever explain these somewhere I’ll link to it here. I have a lot of playlists including my main 9,000 song one but this is my “Swift vibes” playlist. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40rzRF67ocIDF2L7mLzNVC?si=20945cccc57942c0

Tetri

I’m Tetri, Swift’s dæmon. I CIE on November 11th, 2020. Pronouns are he/him. I’m comfortably settled as of February 21st, 2021, as an Asian palm civet. We believe this represents Swift’s personality well, even if it was coincidental and we didn’t consciously choose it. I’m a pretty traditional dæmon but I’m not 100% by-the-books and definitely more autonomous than most, just because of the general plurality. I’m ‘hearted with cats and I love going to coffee shops and library cafés and getting a pastry. I also like transport like trains and ferries. Please feel free to initiate a conversation with me. I like to offer advice even if I don’t know you very well. Here’s my playlist of music I like https://open.spotify.com/playlist/73IEcIlekV70adyrkLjeY4 Check out these MyNoise custom generators. I think they’re rather nice .https://mynoise.net/Community/user.php?submission=691c051129d33047b53b0e3d1664468885 https://mynoise.net/Community/user.php?submission=691c051129d33047b53b0e3d1654028735 CIE Day: November 11 2020

Ziv

I’m Ziv. I’m a wolf. Specifically a Himalayan wolf, as well as a Spanish imperial eagle. An adult, not a juvenile, even though juveniles for some reason are the image of our species. Pronouns -- zhe/hir. I’m agender and aroace. I’m autistic and I like weaponry as a special interest, especially medieval blades from all over the world. Also wilderness survival. Jewish philosophy, art and history interest me. I am not spiritual and do not put stock in spiritual beliefs whatsoever. I like heavy music, metal, metalcore, rock, especially punk, but also some folk. This is my playlist. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4cL88XYitlbWeb7wnvkT9W Swift wrote the descriptions for all of our playlists but I like mine so I’m not changing it. CIE Day: November 14 2020

Lumi

Hi! My name is Lumi. I use any and all pronounce and I’m big xenogender pansexual hours. Get zany with it. I love snails, video games, and Greek mythology. I have a special interest in Nintendo. Surprisingly, my favorite game is actually not Kid Icarus. It’s Pokemon. I would love to chat with anyone!!! Send an ask for me. I’m a shapeshifter otherkin. I have no base form so I like to be a lot of different things. Animals, bugs, birds, crabs, mish-mash monsters, dinosaurs, Pokemon, all kinds of crazy stuff. It’s like choosing a jacket for the day to me. I associate with clown, bard etc. archetypes, but I don’t know if I’m exactly an archetrope. Still working on it. And I’m fictionkin, I’m a) Pit from Kid Icarus b) Sky from Wings of Fire and c) a Jester from Lethal Company! Swift wants us all to share our playlists because it’s obsessed with music. So now you have context for the last three intros. Look at my playlist boy https://open.spotify.com/playlist/01Xgx5BnmzVXxv2sIoTScZ CIE Day: December 26 2020

Maz

Hi, I’m Mazel, Maz for short. Resident human. She/her. I originated as a male, I’m a woman now, not sure if that makes me trans or something else, the question is not worth my time. I’m a lesbian. I like sci fi movies, NASA and performance art. I guess that’s it. Am I allowed to go now Swift {She's having a blast, guys} Playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0acN0u6kJrYFEFWycCM3gm CIE Day: April 22 2021

Axel

I’m Axel! I’m Maz’s dæmon. I’m not settled but I like to appear as a rat or a rattlesnake or a king cheetah. Probably some more forms in the future. He/him. Technically I am just a thoughtform but I’m a thoughtform with big transmasc energy, I like to think. I’m obsessed with kaiju and other big monsters and superheroes as well as alt scenes. So my playlist should be obvious https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7Ma2bNC0FlnTsb6DtDFhXc  CIE Day: June 27 2023

Foxglove

I’m Foxglove, otherwise known as Europa. She/her, if you must refer to me. I am a dragon of silver lineage. I have special interests in psychology, botany and mineralogy. I suppose I am autistic in the context of a physically human brain, but it is difficult to recontextualize that to the culture of a draconic biological worldview. I have a great appreciation for baroque and art nouveau architecture and for the aesthetic of vintage fantasy artwork. I would also say I do not believe in anything spiritual and I do believe that everything can be explained scientifically. If we are sharing playlists, here is mine. It is majority progressive and psychedelic rock. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vNU0chHir6XWfpt90jjxu CIE Day: September 21 2021

Anser

Swift here again. Anser is a tricky one. She could and probably would write her own intro, but she’s complicated much like V’vohu and I’d rather explain it in my own words, because I’m not sure hers would be… not too vague. Anser is not fae, nor a kitsune, nor a Huli Jing or any other kind of specific fox myth, rather a fae-like fox spirit who seems to embody multiple fox and faerie mythologies. He originated as a spirit. Sort of. When he first appeared, he may well have been a literal spirit visitor, like V’vohu. But he left, possibly of his own accord, possibly something to do with V’vohu. This Anser is a different entity while being the same individual psychologically, fully formed by whatever mental process formed the other headmates excluding V’vohu, but still also fully psychologically a spirit. Literally the exact same individual in every way except not a literal outside spiritual visitor. He still fully believes in magic and is the most spiritual of all of us. It's complicated. Anyways, she usually appears as a red fox with or without various fantastical attributes, and sometimes as a statue. She/her and he/him only, not they/them. I believe she identifies as bigender or genderfluid, not sure which or if gender means the same thing to her at all that it does to earthly people. Here’s her playlist, like V’vohu’s it’s pretty unique. She’s obsessed with different cultures, religions and folklores around the world, so her music taste is mostly comprised of regional folk, devotional and traditional music and nature noises. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4XIssSbiAwI1e1G3AuiqIX CIE Day: June 13 2022

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

On one hand, I want to be faithful to myself, work patiently on my passion projects, and publish only the best of my work.

On the other hand, I am so sick of going to work and could totally put my head down and grind out shitty fast fiction and over-the-top erotica to sell for a few bucks a piece on the Kindle store until I have a semi-decent passive income to lean on if I felt like it.

[jeremiahthefroge]

literally obsessed w writing fanfic. So glad I decided to pick it back up. I'm not ready to like, announce it on the actual fic bc I don't want to ACTUALLY get anybody's hopes up, bc I literally can't stick to a project for more than 2 minutes, but I've been slowly going back over my old ATLA fic And You Saved Me, Maybe, in which Zuko joins the Gaang way early in season 1 after the Blue Spirit episode, bc I wrote like 60k words and it blew the hell up on Ao3, like that shit was my Magnum Opus in high school, and I've made a lot of progress as a writer since then. It's always kinda haunted me that I didn't ever finish it, but I just can't work with the fic as it is now, so I'm like, COMPLETELY reworking it. The other day, I reread it, and took 10 pages of notes on the exact plot/character beats that I introduced. That fic is a MESS. I wanna fix it up, finish it, and release it.

I love trying to accurately nail Zuko and Aang's characters as I've come to understand them as an adult. Zuko's sort of prideful defiance in season 1 is something that I totally skipped right over in the fic. I was working with an understanding of Zuko that I had after the entire show was over and it just didn't work for season 1 Zuko, which made his whole arc totally whatever.

And also now I can smoke pot and I know how to write a story outline. So we know this shit will be inherently better. I'm seriously hoping I can actually get this going properly, and I'm encouraged because I've written a bit of it a night for like a week, so we'll see what's up with all that.

[shadowfoxsilver]

Some tips and tricks on how to spot scam accounts in general. This isn’t a detailed explanation as I have more info on my other blog but here is some general things to go by and what to look out for overall.

The pinned post is only a few days old or even a few hours old. The text may occasionally be multicolored for the link.

The ask they sent you seems catered to a specific issue or event and looks very odd if you read it throughly. Text might seem out of place or make no sense at all by a health standpoint.

They sent you an ask after following you and have no prior interactions and isn’t someone you’ve met before. This is usually prompted when interacting with a trending post or sharing a post related to certain topics.

The blog doesn’t have very many posts. It’s usually limited to a few posts from a trending tag, a popular topic, or catered to pass at a simple glance if you don’t scroll far enough down. Most posts are made the same time as the pinned and shared seconds apart.

Even if your bio says no aid asks, the account will send you one anyway because they don’t read or don’t care they just want your money and will keep spamming asks until you share the post or block them.

Sometimes the same ask is sent from multiple accounts all using the same story and setting as the account that sent it to you at a different time. Any errors in the text don’t get fixed and it’s usually a quick way it’s a scam.

The accounts usually base their blogs overall theme around whatever is going on at that moment more often then anything else.

Sometimes the ask is about sharing their pet aid post. Any images used may be stolen off somewhere else so it’s advised to ask them questions back and see what they can tell you and if it matches.

On occasion they’ll say to answer privately because they don’t want anyone else to see the ask.

In general, most strangers asking you for money in your inbox found you from searching tags and you need to check and ensure their being honest as scammers unfortunately exist. Not everyone asking for money is a scammer! Just do your research.

[obeymissmaddy]

Click here to listen to my oldd intro.

Click here to listen to my oldddddd intro.

update: I encourage alllll subs to make captions in devotion of me. It's a great way for you to show me how much you adore me, my permanently owned subbiesssss.

Turn on notifications for my posts. Allow me to fully mold you/ warp your mind. This is a part of your training protocol, my permanently owned servants/toys. 🔔🔔🔔

update for all the pup subs, betas, sissies, femsubs, cucks, finsubs, fincucks, hypnotoys, etc. etc. etccccccccccccccccccc. that keep asking me if I'll own you: Here goes, ALL of you are welcome to serve me, darlings. If you exist, I'll gladly put you to use and own you. Welcome home, my permanently owned lil hypnotoys. ✨

It's only a matter of time before I own 100k slaves, darling. Come join my slave and simpy army today.

How to join my slave, simp, and hypnotoy army? It's very, veryyy easy, actually.

Step 1: Change your username to something that shows your devotion to me. Check all the fan and simp accounts that comment on my posts for inspiration if you need some. Make it fun. Be creative, show your personality, my eager little toy. You are about to join them in a moments notice, my eager & permanently owned servant.

Step 2: Then, make this gif your new header. Mark yourself as my property. Change your bio to a beautiful one that shows your devotion to me, my simpy slave. If your profile pic isn't cute already, go change it to a fun or cute one, my eager little slave.

Step 3: pin this post right here, and finally, once you have done all of that, start commenting on all of my posts from this moment on. Only from today on. Make your comments unique and beautiful. Make yourself stand out from the crowd. Try to outdo all your fellow slaves n simps, and maybe, maybe if you are a good slave, I may end up giving you some special attention one day. Keep showing devotion. The more consistent you are and the longer that you serve me, the more you'll stand out. If you want my attention sooner, you can send me your initial right now, my weak lil toy. Come back here at least once a day, my permanently owned simp/hypnotoy.

Turn on notifications for my posts. Allow me to fully mold you/ warp your mind. This is a part of your training protocol, my permanently owned servants/toys. 🔔🔔🔔

update: I removed the payment links from my bio. DM me: ''I wish to serve.'' and I will dm you my payment link. Once you have sent me your initial tribute I will allow you to begin your journey of being my permanently owned little subby/toy, darling.

Click here to find out what a ''lil maddy'' is, my adorable lil maddy. Hahah.

DM me: ''Please Mistress!'' if you can't afford your initial and I will put you to use in different ways. I'm claiming you as mine right now darling. I'm claiming you as my slave right now. No matter what, you are about to join my slave and hypnotoy army, right now, my eager little simp. Check the comments on all of my posts. You will join them next. Your training protocol is about to officially begin once you've DM'd me.

Welcome home, darling. Don't message me until you have listened to and followed the instructions I give you in my intro audio above. Sit back, relax, put in earphones or put on headphones and let me guide you straight into my lap. Your journey with me starts now. The most profound domination in the world awaits you once you are mine, pet.

If you long to be my paypig or fincuck, I've got a different intro for you right here. ✨

Once u click on ''Keep reading'' you accept your complete and total surrender to me, subby. I challenge you to not click it, but we both know you can't help yourself, lmao.

See? Hahah. You are beyond predictable. So simple. Such a good and eager little simp for me. Ur now officially mine forever, darling. My permanent servant. My permanently owned toy. My litttle simp. Ur so easy. It's adorable. Mine now, tomorrow and forever. I make the rules. You just obey them. How funnnnn hahah. Welcome to forever, subby.

First of all, I'm the #1 caption domina, the #1 hypnodomme and the #1 findom/ femdomme in the entire world. No matter what, no matter who you are, I'm the domme you have been looking for your entire life in every single way. I mean that darling. Our dynamic will be one of a kind. I'm very open minded and own all sorts of subs. My fav is turning you into nothing but my obedient toy. I'm here to take you to brand new depths of submission. Oh, and all my captions aside, what you'll experience once you've sent your initial will far outshine anything on my tumblr page. Like I said in my intro, they were just one part of guiding you to complete surrender to me and me alone, my good little toy. Your new life is starting right now. You are about to truly submit.

Once you have submitted, you'll be able to earn the greatest and most intense hypno recordings/ files you will ever get the honor of experiencing in your entire life. I am the actual greatest hypnodomme in the entire world and you are incredibly lucky to have found me, my obedient and permanently owned little toy. Once you have earned listening to them, you'll wish you had found me much, much sooner. Welcome home, my perfectly obedient and good little toy. What I do isn't just the most real, raw and profound domination in the world. You will submit to me in ways you can't even imagine. I will take you to depths you didn't even know existed. I will give you a personal experience. A journey. One that has been waiting for you your entire life. Your submission to me is the thing you have been looking for.

Because some subs didnt realize the bar at the top of this post is audio, I'll just say it here once time: The little bar above is audio. The bar with my ''OBEY'' logo. Yeah, that bar lol. Click on the little arrow on the left of it and put your sound on for it to start. I had a bunch of subs message me that they didn't realize it was audio even when I clearly stated so above, so just mentioning it here one final time hah.

Alright, now go on and listen to it if you haven't already, my little subby. I'm here to take you for a spin. Not just any spin, the wildest adventure of your entire life. Of you entire subbbbbbby little life.

From this moment on, I'm your owner. I make the rules, you just obey them, darling. There is no reality in which you aren't owned by me.

Whether you are a beta, (fin)cuck, sissy, vanilla sub, hypnoslut or anything else. Whoever you are, Wherever you are from, I'm here for you, darling. You may call me Mistress Maddy, Miss Maddy, Mistress, Miss or Mommy. All of those are fine by me. I so look forward to getting to know you, darling. I actually mean that. It's always fun and exciting to get to know a brand new toy. Thats you, subby, hehe.

Welcome home, subby. You've finally found your true calling in serving me. That thing you are feeling rn is my complete control over you setting in. Only one tiny little step awaits you. You are almost there.

It's more than clear by now already but I'll just write it here either way. I don't do bland, boring or vapid domination. I'm here to take you deeper than anyone ever has or ever will. Whether you are looking for some quick fun or a permanent/ long term domme/sub dynamic, I'll give you the most exciting experience of your life. I'm the most fun, brilliant, gorgeous and powerful domme you will ever have the honor of serving darling. You know what you have to do now. Serving me will be a true experience unlike any other. Welcome to your true calling.

Sending me your initial will not only allow you to DM me, but will officially begin your journey as my permanently owned servant. You were always meant to be my permanently owned servant, subby. But you won't just be my servant, we'll have A LOT of fun together. So much fun hahah. I look forward to it already. What are you wating for. So many fun surprises are ahead. You'll be able to earn your first hypnosis recordings from me and so much more as soon as you have sent me your initial. The most powerful and intense ones you will ever have the honor of experiencing. I'm the most exciting experience of your life. Hop on in darling, you are ready. I'm what you have been waiting for. You finally found me, my permanently owned subby.

Oh, and btw, on a small final side note, my initial should honestly be much, much, muchhh higher for the personal attention and exciting experiences that you'll get to have to honor of experiencing with me. Like I said, what you'll experience with me will be the most exciting and rewarding experience of your entire life. But, I want all subs to be able to submit to me which is why my initial tribute amount is only $100. Talk soon, my good, obedient, and permanently owned subby.

Once you have sent your initial message me: ''Initial sent, Mistress.''

If you're reading this, DM me: ''Wow!'' and I might give you a very special surprise sooner than later, my eager little toy. You are about to be permanently owned by me.

[astronoteb00k]

synastry observations

heyyy guys here is some couples observations for you!!

book a reading with me - link in bio

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• venus conjunct sun in synastry is such good placement. you both share the same love language and are able to give it to one another.

• your mars in your partner’s 7th house can be good and bad, depending on you two. it can create insane chemistry and that you’re both physically attracted to one another but it can also mean lots of fighting.

• venus sextile mars is a “i wanna f you right here right now” placement in synastry. insane chemistry.

• your sun in your partner’s 6th house can mean that you could encourage them to take better health of themselves (ex: you start going to the gym together, practicing mental health or heal together)

• your partner’s venus in your 5th house or vice versa can mean get ready to have the best relationship of your life. full of fun, adventure, laughter but also you could forget your own responsibilities because you’re having too much fun (this is a hot take but these relationships usually don’t last)

• venus conjunct rising means you’re their type

that would be it for today!

as always, readings are open.

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[iydiamartinx]

THIS MEANS WAR II

Dick Grayson x Reader x Jason Todd

divider by: @cafekitsune & @thecutestgrotto word count: 4.8k synopsis: Gotham’s youngest neuroscience lecturer never planned to get tangled up with two of its most eligible bachelors. Both are determined to win her over—without revealing they know each other… or that they’re vigilantes. But when the Joker takes an interest in her, things get a whole lot more complicated. a/n: I did not expect the amount of love the first chapter got in such a short amount of time, thank you to everyone who took the time to read, reblog and like the story! warnings: sexual innuendos, milo, tooth rotting fluff

GOTHAM UNIVERSITY 

You definitely regretted drinking the moment you dragged yourself into the university the next morning. Every step toward the lecture hall felt like an uphill battle against the thumping in your skull and the dull ache behind your eyes—a painful souvenir from the night before with Milo and Anthony.

But the headache wasn’t the only thing off.

As you strolled through the halls, something felt… strange. Eyes followed you. Smiles lingered longer than usual—both from staff and students alike. A few even nodded in greeting, like you were a celebrity instead of a perpetually tired lecturer with a coffee addiction and zero patience for idiocy before 10 a.m.

“Y/N!” a voice called.

You turned to see one of the biology professors leaning against the doorframe of his lecture hall, his eyes scanning you with a little too much interest. “Can I just say—you look good today.”

You blinked, confused. “Uh. Thank you?” you replied, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. You gave a stiff nod and turned away, hurrying to your own classroom. What the hell was that about?

You hadn’t even dressed up. Just your usual—black slacks, a long-sleeved blouse tucked in neatly, sensible shoes. Your hair was pulled back into a taut bun, and despite your best efforts with concealer, the dark circles under your eyes were still winning the war. You looked worse than usual, if anything. Hungover. Sleep-deprived. Mildly irritated at the world.

And yet…

Your students were acting odd too. Whispering. Staring. One of them winked as he passed by your desk. You blinked at him, uncertain whether you were still drunk or hallucinating from lack of sleep.

The questions today were unusually… stupid. Even for a Thursday.

And then, at the end of class, one of your students—one who had never said more than five words to you before—lingered near your desk.

“Listen,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just gotta say, I am totally down… if you are, Doctor.”

You stared blankly. “Down? Are you catching something?”

His cheeks flushed red. “No—I meant, um—uh, if you’re looking to, like, go on a date—uh, never mind!” He turned on his heel and all but ran from the room, babbling something incoherent.

But you heard it. Just one word.

Dating site.

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, heart skipping a beat as you snatched up your phone and hurried into the hallway, dialing Milo’s number with shaky fingers.

He answered on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”

“What the fuck did you do, Milo?” you hissed into the phone.

There was a pause, then an easy drawl. “Well hello to you too.”

“Milo!”

“Relax,” he said. “I’m doing the Lord’s work. That pussy is growing cobwebs down there and you know it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Please—please do not tell me you did what I think you did.”

“Alright,” Milo said breezily. “I won’t tell you.”

Then the line went dead.

You let out a strangled sound of protest, halfway between a scream and a groan. Before you could redial, your phone vibrated. A message.

One link.

You clicked it—and froze.

“Oh my god.”

There it was. Your face. Your full name. And a profile on some godforsaken dating app with a bio you definitely hadn’t written.

Name: Y/N

Age: Mid-twenties

Occupation: Lecturer

Orientation: Bi-curious

About Me: Former gymnast. Skilled in oral communication. Open-minded, flexible, and always up for a challenge.

Looking for: Something serious… or seriously fun ;)

“Oh my god.” You felt your soul leave your body.

You called Milo again, barely waiting for him to pick up before snapping, “What the hell is wrong with you?! Bi-curious? Gymnastics? Skilled in oral communication?!”

“What?” he replied, completely unfazed. “I didn’t lie. You were a gymnast. And your current job is lecturer. You do communicate. Orally. Often.”

“Bi-curious?” you exclaimed, staring at the profile in horror. “I'm not sure that's even an official orientation!”

“It means you’re flexible, babe,” Milo said, absolutely unbothered. “And hey—you never know, it might be a woman who saves that pussy.”

You gaped at your phone. “Milo—”

“Then we can be one of those powerfully gay couples,” he went on dreamily, “with their iconic gay best friend. Four of us. Taking over brunch. Matching vacation fits. It’s giving legacy.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This isn’t a Hallmark Pride Month special.”

“Not yet. But give it time.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you growled. “I’m going to end you, slowly.”

“How about thank you?”

You dragged a hand down your face. “You just made everyone I work with—and every guy in my lecture hall—think I’m down to be their naughty professor fantasy!”

“Okay, first of all,” he said, “you teach university, not high school. They’re all consenting adults. Secondly, that’s just good branding. It means you’re open to role play.”

You inhaled slowly. “I’m not sleeping with one of my students.”you snapped. “That’s not just unethical—it’s gross! Have you ever read a university policy?”

“yes, yes, heard it all before, I don’t need to read policy.” he sighed dramatically. “Look, I’m just trying to help you find your future husband—or at the very least, get laid. You’ve been walking around like a haunted Victorian widow.”

“I don’t think my future husband is going to take me seriously when you’ve basically made me sound like a bisexual stripper with a PhD,” you groaned, scrubbing a hand down your face. Your eyes dropped to the profile again—specifically to the picture of you clinging to a pole at Milo and Anthony’s joint bachelor party. You were laughing, clearly drunk, mid-spin.

He had made that the cover photo.

“Milo, I swear to God—”

But then you absently tapped the notifications.

New matches: 7

You scrolled… paused.

And there it was.

A face that made your breath catch.

Messy black hair. Stupidly handsome. Jaw carved by angels—or the devil, you weren’t sure. Those bright, glacier-blue eyes that had no business looking so damn good in a dating profile.

Your mouth went dry.

“Well,” you muttered faintly, “speaking of Dicks…”

“Ooh, I know that tone,” Milo crooned through the phone. “Girl, if you don’t swipe right on him—”

You bit your lip, torn between common sense and sheer thirst. “I don’t know…”

“Don’t what? That man looks like he bench-presses women for sport.” Milo stated, clearly having pulled up your profile from wherever he was lounging. “If you don’t swipe, I will do it for you. Right the fuck now. Don’t forget—I have admin privileges.”

You hesitated. Your thumb hovered.

Your eyes flicked to his profile again.

Dick Grayson.

He really was unfairly attractive. Possibly the hottest man you’d ever seen.

“…Fine!” you huffed. “I’ll go on one date. One. Only because this man looks like he could make me forget my own name.”

“That’s my girl!” Milo whooped like a proud pageant mom. “Thank me later—preferably while holding one of his babies.”

You groaned, dragging a hand over your face. “I’m hanging up now.”

“Oh, and don’t forget—lingerie. And swallow, don’t—”

You hung up at that part, shaking your head—but you were grinning.

God help you.

DICK'S APARTMENT

Dick sighed, dragging a hand down his face. It had been almost ten hours since he and Jason made the discovery—and still, radio silence. No updates, no leads. Just a whole lot of waiting.

He’d given Jason the “don’t get too obsessed” speech, but the truth was, he was just as bad. Maybe worse. Their entire family had a toxic relationship with the word rest, especially when the Joker was involved. That clown had left more scars on them than anyone cared to admit.

Finally, unable to sit still, Dick pulled out his phone and hit call.

“Babs,” he said the moment she picked up, “any news on the case?”

Barbara sighed. “Nothing. Mancini was right about one thing—this guy who stole Joker’s formula? He’s a ghost. Even the Joker’s gone quiet. Bruce and Tim are still digging.”

“Great,” Dick muttered, jaw clenched.

“I know it sucks sitting around,” Barbara said gently. “But we still don’t have confirmation Mancini was telling the truth. You know that.”

“I know.” He rubbed at the tension building at the back of his neck.

There was a beat of silence before she asked, “Hey… when was the last time you actually went out?”

“I go out all the time,” he said defensively.

“Coming home to see your brothers doesn’t count. Neither does hanging out with the team. And don’t even try bringing up Wally.”

He huffed. “I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were,” she cut in, amused. “But seriously, Dick. When was the last time you did something for you? Had fun. Met someone.”

He exhaled slowly. “There’s no time for that. You know how this life works. It’s not exactly relationship-friendly.”

Barbara didn’t argue. It was the truth—and the reason they’d broken up in the first place. They might always be best friends, always care for each other, but the vigilante life was relentless. Demanding. Even with all their shared understanding, it hadn’t been enough to keep them together.

So Dick kept it casual. One night, rarely ever two. Just enough to feel human. Never enough to drag some poor unsuspecting person into his shit.

“But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try,” Barbara said, voice soft but firm. “You don’t always have to be Nightwing. Or the responsible older brother. You’re allowed to just be Dick sometimes.”

He let out a low groan. “At this rate, I am going to end up like Bruce.”

“Exactly,” she sighed. “And that is not a compliment.”

“Take that back.” He barked a short laugh, though it lacked bite. “If I end up like Bruce, put me down.”

“Only if you do something about it.”

“I want to. I do. But I can’t.” His voice dipped lower, more tired than he meant it to sound. “There’s just… no time for that stuff.”

“Well, now you’ve got some,” Barbara said, and he didn’t need to see her face to hear the grin curling in her voice.

Dick froze. Suspicion creeping in. “…Babs. What did you do?”

“Well, with the others still working to verify Mancini’s story and both Gotham and Blüdhaven being surprisingly quiet for once,” Barbara said lightly, “you, my friend, are officially off-duty.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “And that means… what exactly?”

“It means,” she continued with that too sweet tone, “you’re free to go out.”

He frowned. “Go out?” He could sense there was more. “Barbara, what did you do?”

“Oh, nothing too scandalous,” she replied airily. “Just… made you a dating profile.”

“You what?!” he barked, half standing from his chair.

“A very tasteful one,” she added quickly, clearly anticipating his outrage. “No shirtless gym selfies, no cheesy pick-up lines. I even used that photo of you from the Wayne Foundation gala last year—black suit, hair slicked back, looking all suave and charming.”

“Barbara,” he growled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Relax! You look great. And I may or may not have… already swiped on someone for you.”

He rubbed at his temples, already feeling the headache forming. “Are you serious right now?”

“You said it yourself. There’s no time. So I’m helping speed along the process. Now you’ve got a reason to go out and be you. Besides, she’s very cute. And smart. You’ll like her.”

Dick groaned. “Babs, this is not—this isn’t—God.” He dropped his head into his hand. “You can’t just sign me up for this stuff.”

“I can and I did. You’re welcome.” 

“I’m beaming with gratitude,” Dick muttered dryly. “Look just cancel the stupid profile.”

“You can’t back out now,” she sing-songed. “It’s already confirmed. Six o’clock. At that bar you like—Brick & Ember.”

Dick let out a slow breath, already resigning himself to the inevitable. He wasn’t the type to ghost someone. Even if the date went south, he’d at least be polite. End things gently. No use in being a dick to some poor girl dragged into Barbara’s scheme.

“Well,” he muttered, “at least you picked a good place.”

“Actually,” Barbara said with a grin in her voice, “she suggested it.”

That made him pause. “…Oh.”

So she had good taste too.

“I haven’t even seen her profile.” He weakly argued.

“Well, maybe you should check your notifications.” Her tone dipped into that singsong territory that meant he had absolutely no escape.

Against his better judgment, Dick pulled his phone away and opened the app she’d clearly installed behind his back. There it was.

One new match.

He clicked it.

And then blinked.

Barbara smirked, already knowing. “Told you she’s cute.”

Dick stared at the profile, brows lifting slightly. She was cute. Striking, actually. Hair loose and open, a sharp jawline softened by a crooked smile in one picture, and in another—God, was she… dancing on a pole?

“What the hell is this photo?”

Barbara’s voice rang in his ear, smug and satisfied. “Told you. Thank me later.”

Before he could respond, the line clicked dead.

Dick sighed, but his eyes drifted back to your photo. His thumb hovered over your name. You were definitely his type. And for the first time in a long while, he actually curious to see how the night might go.

BRICK & EMBER

It was nearly six when Dick grabbed his jacket, heading for the door—only for his phone to buzz in his pocket. He checked the caller ID and sighed.

Jason.

He answered anyway. “What’s up, Little Wing?”

“Any updates?” Jason asked without preamble.

“None so far,” Dick replied, trying to keep his voice even. “I called Babs this morning. She promised to keep me posted.”

“How can you be so calm?” Jason snapped, frustration bleeding through the line. “The Joker is out there, and if what Mancini said is true, we cannot let him get his hands on that formula.”

Dick let out a slow breath. “I’m not as calm as you think, Jay. But until Bruce and Tim dig up something concrete, running around blind isn’t going to help.”

Jason wasn’t convinced. “We don’t have to sit on our asses. We could be out there now. Start shaking the tree. You know how this works. Someone always knows something—you just need to find the right branches to snap.”

“Give it one more day,” Dick said, his voice firm. “If Bruce and Tim don’t find anything by then, we’ll start digging too.”

The last thing he needed was Jason storming off on his own. Not with the Joker possibly in the wind. That wound was still raw—for Jason, for all of them. 

“Besides,” Dick added, “I can’t tonight.”

Jason paused. “Why not?”

“I have a date.”

There was a beat of silence.

“A date?” Jason said flatly. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Dick sighed, already regretting saying anything.

“There’s a chemical weapon on the loose, and the Clown Prince of Batshit is out there hunting God knows what—and you’re going out for tapas?”

“It’s not tapas—”

“You are the reason Bruce has high blood pressure,” Jason muttered darkly.

“First of all, that’s because of you and Damian,” Dick shot back. “And second—look, it’s one date. And if you want to point fingers, blame Barbara. She’s the one who signed me up for the damn dating site.”

Jason let out a short, incredulous snort. “Of course she did. That woman’s probably had a spreadsheet tracking your love life since college.”

“I wouldn’t be shocked if she wired me with a mic just to coach me through the date.”

Jason huffed—something between a laugh and a groan. “So who is it this time? Some socialite with a podcast? A yoga instructor with three divorces?”

Dick grinned. “Actually? She’s a doctor.”

Jason paused. “…Huh. You’re actually going out with someone smart and normal?”

“She teaches at Gotham U.”

“Damn. That’s hot.”

Dick chuckled. “See? You do support me.”

“I didn’t say I supported you,” Jason snapped. “I said she’s hot. Big difference.”

“Mhm,” Dick hummed, smug.

There was a pause. The silence sat for a beat, a little more relaxed now.

Then Jason muttered, “Just… keep your comm on, alright? I’ll be your back up if she turns out to be a psycho.”

Dick laughed under his breath. “Thanks, but I think I can handle dinner with a woman who isn’t actively trying to kill me.”

A beat.

“…Though in Gotham, that might be asking too much.”

Jason chuckled, low and dry. “Exactly. You attract chaos, Grayson. Don’t act surprised if she pulls out a flamethrower over appetizers.”

“If she does, I’ll send you a selfie.”

“Better yet, send me her number.”

“Jay.” Dick said, laughing now.

Jason snorted something that sounded dangerously close to affection before hanging up.

Dick glanced at the time and cursed under his breath. Jason’s call had eaten through his buffer. Grabbing his jacket, he headed out in a rush, weaving through the evening crowd with practiced ease.

He was nearly at the bar when doubt started creeping in.

She sounded perfect. Too perfect. Jason might’ve been joking, but… what if she was a psycho? Or a catfish? Or worse—some bored cougar using decade-old filters and a killer photo angle?

God, if she turned out to be fifty and looking for a sugar baby, Jason would never let him live it down.

The closer he got, the more cautious his steps became. A part of him braced for the worst. There had to be a catch. There always was.

He exhaled and pushed the door open.

Warm light spilled out from within—amber glow, clinking glasses, low laughter threading through ambient music. His blue eyes swept the room, scanning past faces and tables, until they landed on you.

And just like that, the world stopped.

You weren’t a catfish. You weren’t a cougar. You weren’t fifty.

If anything, you were even more stunning in person—hair pulled back just enough to frame your face, posture relaxed but unmistakably poised, fingers curled around a glass you hadn’t touched in a while.

And as if you could feel him watching, you turned.

Your gaze met his. And then you smiled.

It hit him like a punch to the gut—warm, radiant, unexpected.

Yep.

There had to be a catch.

Because no one looked that good—not without hiding something.

He was five minutes late, and you were already beginning to regret letting Milo talk you into this ridiculous scheme. He could’ve been using fake pictures. He could’ve been an old man. Or a serial killer. Or, knowing your luck, both.

If your murder ended up on the evening news, you were going to haunt Milo’s ass for the rest of his damned life.

You were just about to talk yourself out of it—stand up, make a graceful exit, maybe fake a stomach bug—when the bar’s front door chimed open.

Instinctively, you turned.

And there he was.

Relief swept through you like a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Not a catfish. Not a creepy older man. Not a serial killer—probably. No, he looked exactly like his profile.

Actually… better.

You slid out of your seat as he approached.

He was taller than his profile made him seem—broad-shouldered in a fitted navy button-down, black jeans, and that kind of easy, confident walk that made it obvious he belonged anywhere he stepped. His dark hair was tousled just enough to look good without trying, and when his eyes met yours, he smiled.

Dimples. Of course he had dimples.

“You must be Y/N,” he said, voice warm, edged with something rougher—like he laughed often, but didn’t sleep enough.

You nodded, sliding your phone into your purse. “And you’re not secretly a 65-year-old retiree named Gerald. So we’re off to a good start.”

He grinned, quick and genuine. “Only on weekends.”

That earned a laugh from you—real, despite yourself. The bartender arrived, sliding two drinks across the bar, and you thanked him as you both began walking to take your seats.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show,” you said, tilting your glass toward him, teasing just enough to cover the fact that you’d almost bolted five minutes earlier.

“Traffic was a nightmare,” he replied smoothly, pulling out your chair before settling into his. “Also had to convince my brother I wasn’t walking straight into a potential kidnapping.”

You raised a brow, amused. “Protective, is he?”

He smirked. “Let’s just say he’s got trust issues. I think he genuinely expected you to be an arms dealer with a basement full of body bags.”

You sipped your drink. “So… not far off.”

That pulled a laugh from him.

You grinned. “Well, good to know I wasn’t the only one worried about that… wait—” you narrowed your eyes, leaning forward as if reconsidering, “you’re not a kidnapper, are you?”

He leaned back, one brow arched, eyes sparkling with amusement. “That depends. How do you feel about being lured into vans with puppies and free Wi-Fi?”

You snorted into your drink. “Honestly? That’s a tempting offer after the day I’ve had.”

“Noted,” he said with a mock-serious nod. “Next time, I’ll bring a golden retriever and a mobile hotspot.”

You shook your head, laughing. “You joke, but if you’d been five more minutes late, I was one panic spiral away from texting my best friend to start emotionally drafting my eulogy. He’s the reason I even have that damned profile, if we’re being fully transparent.”

“Well,” he said, lifting his glass slightly, “in the spirit of honesty—same. My best friend is also the reason I had a profile.”

You grinned. “Look at that. We already have more in common than I thought.”

“Mutual best friend peer pressure,” he said dryly. “Truly the bedrock of all great romances.”

You clinked your glass against his, smiling into the rim. “Still. I’m glad he pushed me. Even if I was convinced you were going to ghost me or try to sell me a timeshare.”

Dick smirked. “Oh, I considered it. But then I saw your profile and figured a neuroscientist would be smart enough to spot the pyramid scheme.”

“Smart enough, maybe,” you replied, eyes narrowing playfully. “But I stayed, didn’t I?”

His lips twitched. “Touché.”

He leaned forward just a little, forearms resting on the table, that easy charm sharpening slightly into curiosity. “So… how’s it going so far? On a scale from ‘tragic mistake’ to ‘might not fake an emergency text.’”

You made a show of considering it. “Hmm… somewhere between ‘free food is free food’ and ‘I might actually want to see how this ends.’”

He laughed, low and genuine. “I’ll take it. That’s progress.”

A beat passed. Not awkward. Just…Comfortable.

He leaned in slightly, the teasing softening in his voice. “You seem like someone who doesn’t usually do this kind of thing.”

Your smile faded just a touch, replaced by something quieter. “I don’t. Not really.”

“No horror date stories, then?”

Oh, I have one,” you said, arching a brow. “Three years of one.”

That surprised a laugh out of him, though the look in his eyes shifted—warm, attentive. “Oof. Long-term horror.”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ lightly. “But it taught me a lot. Like how to spot a red flag… and never trust a man named Jake.”

Dick laughed, eyes glinting. “Jake, huh? Should I be worried?”

You narrowed your gaze playfully. “Not unless you’re hiding bleached hair and have an ego the size of Wayne Tower under that charm.”

He grinned. “Good news—definitely not blonde. And the ego?” He leaned in just a little, voice dipping playfully. “Mostly under control. Depends on the lighting.”

You laughed. “Ah, so it swells at golden hour. Noted.”

“Only if someone’s complimenting my jawline.”

“Oh, God,” you groaned, but you were smiling. “I walked into this, didn’t I?”

He raised his glass again, eyes glinting. “And now you can’t walk out. Social contract and all.”

You sipped your drink, still grinning. “You’re more charming than I expected.”

“Most people expect broody or boring,” he said with a shrug. “So I like to keep ‘mildly delightful’ in my back pocket.”

“Mildly delightful,” you echoed, amused. “That’s your official rating now.”

“I’ll take it,” he said with mock pride. “Could be worse. So…” He tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Tell me—what makes a brilliant, sharp, slightly intimidating neuroscientist swipe right on a guy with two pictures and a suspiciously short bio?”

You smiled, but this time it carried a note of honesty beneath the humor. “Because he didn’t try too hard. No gym selfies. No weird filters. And his first message actually had punctuation. That’s rare, you know.”

“High standards.”

“I work with brains,” you said simply. “I tried settling once. Never again.”

He gave a small nod, his smile thoughtful now. “A woman who knows what she wants—I respect that.”

It was your turn to tilt your head, curiosity glinting behind your grin. “Alright—your turn. What made you agree to this date? Because I saw the profile Milo made for me and—look, it was a disaster. For the record, I do not make a habit of dancing on poles. That was one time. At his bachelor party. Too many drinks. I got dared.”

He laughed, full and unguarded, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re telling me that wasn’t a career aspiration?”

“Shocking, I know,” you said dryly. “My dreams of becoming a neuroscientist-pole-dancer hybrid never quite took off.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” He leaned in a little, expression mock-serious. “I was really banking on a lap dance over dessert.”

You nearly choked on your drink, snorting. “That's implying i stay long enough for dessert.”

“Then I guess I better make the main course memorable to convince you,” He smirked, leaning back just slightly, before the humor in his expression giving way to something softer. “But for the record?” A pause. “It was your eyes.”

That made you blink. “My eyes?”

He shrugged, but there was something sincere in his voice now. “Your eyes stood out. They were open. Genuine. Not guarded or jaded like most people in this city. That kind of thing’s basically extinct in Gotham.”

You blinked.

And okay, maybe the wine was hitting, or maybe it was the way he said it—casual but genuine—but your heart did something.

“Don’t ruin it now,” you said lightly, recovering with a smile. “That was dangerously close to poetic.”

“I have layers,” he said, lifting his glass in a lazy half-toast.

“Clearly.”

He smiled again—slower this time. Less of a flirt, more of a study. “I like people who don’t bullshit. You strike me as someone who cuts through it.”

You tapped your glass against the table lightly. “Only when I’m not too busy overanalyzing everything within a five-mile radius.”

“Perfect,” he said, finishing the last of his drink. “You overanalyze. I underreact. Balance.”

You raised your glass. “A healthy relationship dynamic if I’ve ever heard one.”

Dick was utterly smitten by the end of the night.

You were everything he wanted—and nothing he’d expected.

He’d known you were brilliant going in—your profile, however chaotic, couldn’t hide that—but what caught him off guard was everything else. The dry wit. The unapologetic honesty. The way you didn’t flinch from teasing him, even when he gave as good as he got.

You weren’t trying to impress him. You weren’t putting on a act like some of the socialites he’d went out with. You were just you—sharp, bold, genuine—and it was the most refreshing thing he’d felt in a long, long time.

Which was why, when the check had been paid and the last of the drinks were gone, he found himself reluctant to leave. Not literally dragging his feet—but close.

“I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much without having to dodge bullets,” he said as you both stepped out into the cool Gotham night.

You grinned, tugging your coat tighter. “Gotham’s highest standard for a good evening.”

He glanced at you, that crooked smile creeping in again. “I mean it. This was… really nice.”

You gave a softer smile this time. “Yeah. It was.”

A small beat of silence passed—once again not awkward, just content.

Then he cleared his throat. “So… I don’t usually say this on first dates—”

You smirked. “That sounds promising.”

“—but I want to see you again.”

You arched a brow. “That’s not scandalous, Dick.”

“I just mean—” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “usually I don’t care if there’s a second date. With you, I do.”

Your smile widened, but your voice stayed light. “Well, lucky for you… I don’t usually give second chances.”

He blinked, caught somewhere between amused and confused.

You took your phone out, holding it up between you. “But I’m willing to make an exception.”

He chuckled, pulling his own phone from his pocket and handing it over without hesitation. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

You tilted your head. “Only if you’re lucky.”

Phones were exchanged, numbers saved. As he handed yours back, his fingers brushed yours—just briefly—but the moment lingered.

“I’ll text you,” he said, voice a shade lower now.

You hesitated just a second, like you were weighing something—then stepped forward.

Leaning up onto your toes, your lips brushed the edge of his jaw, featherlight.

You pulled back, biting your lip as if trying to hold back a smile.

“I hope you do,” you murmured.

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[versias]

Deadman’s Post

You know those gimmick twitter/tumblr accounts that ask a single question and then report the answer to it every day? The ones that are like, “is such-and-such politician dead yet?” or “is there a reboot for this franchise yet?” And then every post is “No”, every day.

Yeah. Danny has one of those. The question in his header is “Have the Anti-Ecto Control Acts been repealed yet?”

The answer, as with most of these accounts, is no.

Sometimes he’ll rephrase the question: “is it still legal to torture and experiment on ghosts?” (“Yes.”), “is being dead still a punishable offense?”, (“Yes”), “do ghosts have rights yet?” (“No.”).

It takes a while for the account to get any traction. Most people encounter the posts when people share the more humorously phrased ones. Most people think it’s a joke. Despite the fact that Danny has the text of the AECA hyperlinked in his bio, people rarely consider it to be a REAL issue. How could it be? It’s absurd! The US government criminalized being a ghost? In what world would that even be an issue? What’re they gonna do? Arrest a ghost? Handcuff a zombie?

Danny has a scheduled post made, one set to go out a week after his last post, if he ever stops posting. As insurance. Or maybe a cry for help. Or a final defiant statement, saying he mattered. He was a person, even if he wasn’t completely alive.

Then he stops posting. Those who followed the account out of curiosity or because whoever ran it was always funny in the replies don’t notice it’s stopped posting until the final post is sent as scheduled.

The account and the final post go viral:

“If you’re seeing this message, I haven’t been able to make a post in a week. Given that I’ve posted from different dimensions and while impossibly injured (thanks ghost hunters! [sarcasm]), the only reason I have stopped posting is because I’ve been caught. I am likely being held against my will by government agents, possibly being experimented on or otherwise Ended.

Please don’t forget me.

Sincerely, Danny Phantom”

Accompanying this post is a picture of Danny giving the camera a peace sign and a link to a drive containing all the documentation Team Phantom managed to put together on their own, as well as recorded interviews by both ghosts and humans in Amity Park.

People take notice when a kid goes missing and, apparently, tells the authorities exactly what happened to him on social media.

It was probably inevitable that some of those people would have the power to DO something about it.

[skywalkoverme]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

a/n: Rewatched the movie and got a new angle on him...

𐙚James Kelly x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: James starts chatting with a porn star.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, sub! fem, reader is a porn star, oral (m recieve), car sex, raw sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, rough sex, online sex, meetups, choking (m recieve), long distance relationship, somewhat...proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 3.5k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Present: October 2011

James spent the day cleaning. He washed his sheets and made the bed nicely, fluffed pillows and vacuumed his rugs. In the living room, he wiped down surfaces and dusted any and everything. After months of talking online, today was the day he’d meet you.

In March, James saved enough to buy a laptop. Something nice, sleek and compact; he drove home happily with the box in his passenger seat. The man excitedly ran into the house and quickly set up his laptop on the coffee table. Of course, he initially used it for its natural purposes: digital storage, videos on car maintenance, porn, etc. but he found himself on websites he hadn’t figured existed. Chatrooms and other social media sites.

CHAT WITH HOT GIRLS NOW

Naturally, he clicked the link and ended up on a lewd site with overstimulating images and large text. His face scrunched in disgust, and confusion but he scrolled through the message boxes. He’d seen stuff of this nature on his phone before, sure and he knew a bit about online viruses and how they spread but this site looked a bit different. Legit(?)

He went through the chat boxes, faces and more faces of women in layers of makeup, voluminous or cropped hair, piercings, some without; some dangling handcuffs and others bent in positions holding their undergarments between their teeth.

He switched away from the tab and caught his breath. This was too much. Sure, he was bit hot but none of these photos made him hard. It was too performative. James sighed and spread his thighs, letting his laptop sit on his thighs. He opened the tab again the website forced him to put a card on file. He rolled his eyes and did so. The man clicked the filter for his type.

CLICK MENU FOR MORE

*[Your Race/Ethnicity]

*[Your hair color]

*[Your height]

*[Amateur]

He had to admit, he was curious. Curious and horny. The man found a few women that fit the search and scrolled through the list before he came across your “name”. Princess. He knew it was a stage name, but as he stared at the “ACTIVE” icon, it didn’t matter. He read your short bio: “Video vixen” and proceeded to click ‘chat now’.

Maybe his cursor slipped or something of that nature, but his web cam turned on. He hadn’t noticed it was on as he studied the moving chat tab. You were texting him.

You: Hi, I’m Princess. It’s nice to meet you.

James: Hi, Princess.

You: What’s your name?

James hesitated. He shouldn’t tell you his real name but it’s so common, you’d never figure out his identity. You smiled from the other side of your screen, staring at his face in the corner of your screen.

James: James.

You: You’re very handsome.

James: Thank you. I’m sure you tell every guy that texts you that.

You: Not every guy actually shows his face.

James’ eyebrows furrowed as he read your message over again. I’m not showing my face. He thought to himself.

James: What do you mean?

You: ? Your camera, it’s on.

James’ cheeks turned a bright cherry red before noticing the active camera. He shut his laptop and pushed it aside on the couch. “How embarrassing.” He grumbled to himself and held his hair, clutching the dark locks tightly. I’m so pathetic on that stupid site! How’d I not notice the camera was on?! “Shit.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. He was the first handsome man you’d seen in a long time on this site. It was a shame to see him go but there was no way to connect back unless he did it himself. You waited for the next user to show up on your screen before starting to chat with them.

James had nearly forgotten about the embarrassing accident as he smoked a cigarette and finished cooking his pasta. That was until he sat down on the couch and saw his black laptop on the third cushion. He sighed and flicked on the television; James leaned back and held his bowl of food to his chest, following the football game.

That was rude of me. She probably thinks I’m an asshole. Princess… I never meant to offend you.

He tapped his foot on his rug before opening his laptop. To his surprise, the tab was still open. He watched as the loading throbber spun. CONNECTING YOU TO ‘PRINCESS’ His heart raced as soon as he read the page. Instantly, he was connected back, his camera off this time.

James: I’m sorry

You: Hi! I’m Princess. It’s nice to meet you!

James’ eyebrows furrowed. Of course, this is anonymous. He thought.

James: It’s me, James.

You: Oh!! Hi again.

James: Hi. I want to apologize for leaving the chat like that.

You: It’s ok, I understand if you are busy.

James: No. I was just stunned that my camera was on.

You: If you want, we can both turn our cameras on.

Without much thought, James agrees.

James: Sure, Princess.

You turned on your camera and stared at your screen. It would be an understatement to say that he fell in love with you at first sight. You looked different from your photo but in the best ways. You bit the corner of your bottom lip as you sit in your spill of white sheets on your bed. Pretty pink lingerie covered your body, and a pretty collar held around your throat. He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders and those large brown eyes that looked deeply at the pixels.

He nearly forgot to turn on his camera! James sat up and wiped any loose seasonings that might’ve been on his shirt. Again, you saw his handsome face and smiled. What a pretty smile. Your teeth aren’t perfect but still white, fitting for your lips.

James was surprised to hear your voice come through the speakers of his laptop: “James! There you are.”

He turned on his mic, “You’re stunning.” He stuttered more than he wanted to admit.

When you smiled this time, your tongue rests between your teeth, “Thank you!” You leaned forward and bit your lip, “Do you want to have fun?” He nodded mindlessly, unaware of his card that was being charged by the minute. “Can I see your cock, James?” Although he lived alone for now seven years, he looked around the room space, “Are you with company?”

He shook his head, palming himself through his jeans. “I- I live alone.”

“I live alone too. What would you do if you were here?”

He exhaled a trembling breath, “I- I’d take that off of you.” James stared at the frills of the lingerie. You undid the top of your lingerie dress and let it fall open. He pulled his hard cock from his jeans at the sight of your perky tits and hard nipples. “T- take it all off.” He stroked himself as you undressed, small moans escaping as you revealed yourself to him.

Day after day, paycheck after the next, he’d completely fallen for you. Eventually, you felt terrible for taking his money and decided to text/call him through your socials.

It was one night as he lay on his side, he asked: “What’s your name?” You sat up across the barrier of the screen and touched your lips nervously. “I promise, I won’t do anything bad…I just want to know.”

“…Y/n.” He smiled at your vulnerability and soon, you smirked with him.

It’s now October and the turning leaves began to gather in piles in front yards and along streets. You trusted him enough with your number, not only that, but he also made you his “girlfriend.” He called you on the way back from the corner store; a bag in his left hand and the phone pressed to his ear. “…I love you.” You said softly. He blushed, a pip in his step from the lovey feeling. This honeymoon-stage never ended. He’s fully and deeply in love with every aspect of you.

Present

Your legs trembled as you sat in the back of the Uber, holding your knees, you took deep breaths. The car stopped and you held your breath, staring at the man that walked around the car and opened the trunk. You stepped out, your eyes wide like a deer in headlights as James grabbed your suitcase and placed it on the sidewalk.

The car pulled away and you stood in front of him. “Hi.” He raised a hand to your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Let’s go inside.” You agreed quietly and he took your hand into his, “I, uh, know you like Italian so I made reservations for tonight…only if you’re hungry.” You looked around the space as he admired you in your pink tracksuit.

“We can stay in…” You shrugged and held your hands behind your butt. “If that’s ok?”

He scratched the back of his head and held his neck, “S- sure! Yes.” The man followed you as you took your own tour of his home, touching his belongings, opening drawers and smiling all the while.

“Who’s this?” You moved out the way of the photos on the media center.

“That’s my brother.” He said gruffly and walked past you towards the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? Water, or uh, tea? I bought lavender because it’s your favorite.” When he turned around, you were right behind him. “Oh! H, hi.”

“Hi…may I admit something?” You asked, your eyes ran up his tatted forearms

“Yes.” He held the counter that you backed him into.

“I did a background check on you.” He gulped and took a deep breath, “Can I know what you did to receive the charge? Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon?” He stuttered for a moment, “I just…want to be safe.”

“You are safe! I would never hurt you, Y/n. I hope you know that.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” You smiled, your hand rubbed his forearm and down to his hand. James’ fingers interlaced with yours, “Tell me.”

“Uhm, I went to prison a few years ago for robbing a bank. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, I swear but the gun went off and this lady got hurt.” This wasn’t your first time dealing with an ex-con, but this was James. He’s nothing like them. “Do you want water?”

“Sure.” He quickly turned and poured you a glass of cold water before offering it to you. “It’s very clean in here.”

Yes! “I just tidied up some.” He shrugged.

“Right…” You chuckled, “Can I use your bathroom?” You’d never say it now, but you were sweating like never before beneath this top. He directed you to the bathroom and rest against the wall, his arms crossed as he began to overthink. Does she like the place? She seems hesitant. Well, I’m still a stranger. I hope she doesn’t think I’m trying to kill her! Shit, she’ll leave when I fall asleep. Damn. I can’t fall asleep or----

You left the bathroom and held your jacket over your arm. You were surprised to see him directly outside of the door, but you knew him as a clingy guy. He nodded and followed you into the living room. “Can I see your car?” The car he'd mentioned a million times by now.

“My car? Yeah!” He excitedly grabbed his keys, and you followed him. He unlocked the doors; however, you excitedly circled the car, careful with the black paintjob. “You like it?” You nodded and watched as he popped the hood. “I put in a turbocharger.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” He placed a finger over your lips, and you smiled. “I won’t tell.”

“Get in.” Without a second thought, you climbed into the passenger side. When James joined you, your hand rested on his thigh. “How about Hyde Park and back?” You agreed and heard the roar of his engine. He pulled away from the curb and peeled off down the street.

You rest your hand on the dashboard, feeling the soft rumble of the well-built engine. “…that’s sweet.” James blushes and holds the steering wheel with one hand.

“Thank you, Princess.” Your forearms rests on the window as you leaned out, allowing the wind to blow through the bundles of hair, pushing and tossing each strand around. “Are you comfortable?”

“I am.” After a minute of your shy admiration of his features, you began to undo his belt buckle. James’ expression clashed with surprise and confusion, “Is this ok?” He nodded as your hand found its way into his boxers. His legs naturally spread to your touch while he glanced between the road and your large, brown eyes. The man’s nerves spiked as your ran your tongue over his soft cockhead, the firm shaft in your small hand.

It'd been years since he felt the touch, the feel of a woman. But, never had he been with someone as beautiful as you. You pumped his shaft while slobbering over his cock; your fingertips carried the warm saliva down. “Fuck…” He moaned under his breath, his foot pressed on the brake as the car approached a red light. When he reached for your window’s switch, you bought his hand to your ass. “…Y/n.” He squeezed your butt firmly as he drove, ignoring passersby.

Your head bobbed on James’ cock, and he brought your head lower on his length. “Just like that. Shit, your throat is amazing.”  James grunted as he tried to focus on the road. He took a sharp right turn at the avenue and rocked you to the side. “’M sorry!” You kept sucking his cock, seemingly harder than before. “A- alright, baby~ you’re such a good girl.” He sighed, doing his best to park along an empty street. His eyelids fluttered close as your cock buried in your soft throat. You were amused by the sounds that came from his mouth. He might bust right in your throat at this rate---

You stopped sucking and stroked his length at a tormentingly slow rate. You moved against him, your lips on his ear; suckling and pecking on the skin with your plump lips. “Fucking hell…” His hips thrust to your firm pumps around his shaft; a hand grabbed your hair, his fingers in between the tangles as you terrorized his body with these heavenly sensations. He guided your head lower and you continued to suckle kisses down his abdomen and back to his cock. “Sweetheart.”

You choked and sputtered as he gave you his full length, the thick head hit the back of your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his jeans. “Oh, baby~” His breath shook as your throat closed around him; your tongue swirled around his base. He panted; his head rested back while his hips jerked. You sucked him with renewed energy, your mascara running with every bob on your hair. He gathered the falling strands in his hand and used it to move your head. “I…I’m gonna cum.” James’ words trailed off into a moan. You felt his cock throb and pulse in your mouth.

He emptied himself into your throat, keeping your head down as the come spilled out of your mouth and onto his bush of hair. You gagged on his come and he pulled your head up; you coughed and brushed your tears away. He caught his breath and kissed your sweating forehead. She’s a fucking professional.

“Are you ok?” You asked him with a laugh.

“I- mhh.” He watched you swallow the last bits of cum around your mouth. “Yes.” James kissed your knuckles, “Let’s go home.”

“And do what?” Your finger poked your cheek.

James loomed over your body; his hand caught under your panties; fingers spread open as he rubbed your hip. Your skin is soft beyond belief against his toughened hands. He licked your neck with the flat of his tongue while the cross pendant around his neck pressed on your breasts. With ease, you wrapped your legs around him, your hands sunk into his hair, curling the short locks around your forefinger.

He took a moment to lay between your raised knees, his head on your welcoming bosom. The scent of you was exactly how he imagined: a creamy coconut, some lavender mixed in, bergamot. He didn’t know all that, but he could say that you smelled heavenly.

For a moment, he peered up at you with curious blue eyes through long eyelashes. Your finger ran over his soft cheekbones and his eyes shut under your touch. She’s real. His arms tightened around your bare waist, and he kissed your nipples, taking his time with either one. He rose up once more and captured your bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue pushed past your lips, deep into your mouth.

How was it that you looked at him with such love? He felt like he was violating some sacred boundary when he touched you. Although you’re no saint, without a doubt, you’re an angel. And him? Far from either.

His hand on your waist was gentle as it pulled your panties down and off. You enjoyed the pressure of his weight when he laid on you; he’s like a security blanket of sorts; you clung to him as he found your lips again.

A moan left James’s mouth while his fingers traced the folds of your pussy. He couldn’t help it, your little pussy fit right in his hand. James took a moment to admire the glistening pussy in his hand, already slick with need. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his shorts; his sensitive cockhead tortured itself in his boxers.

He pulled his cock from his boxers and let it rest over your warm pussy. James groaned and wrapped his arms around you, his lips on the center of your chest. He peered up at you and with a tender thrust, he filled the walls of your cunt. “Nghh~ P- princess!” James grumbled and let out a deep sigh. Your silky walls were gripping his length like a chokehold; James savored the moments he rests inside of you…each exhale on your breasts. Your hands trembled when he spreads your sensitive core wide.

Lust consumed your boyfriend as he began to move his hips; the force of his thrusts jostling the bed. His body grinds deliciously against your aching clit. Your pussy clutched him harder around his plundering shaft, wanting to draw him in deeper.

James hoisted your legs over his elbows and pressed your back to his headboard, your ankles rest over his broad shoulders. He breathes harshly out his mouth; “You’re so tight~” You hold his reddened neck in your hands, choking him as he drilled into your pussy.  

“I know, baby~” His eyelids flutter closed from your grip. The pleasure sent straight to his shaft and heavy balls.

“Fuck!” His shaft fucked your suckling cervix, and your head fell back with the pace change. Your teeth clenched as your chest sunk with each deep exhale. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours as your bodies grind against each other. James’s hands gripped your hips tightly, you felt as if the skin would bruise from his hold. “…I can feel you cumming.” You licked your lips when he said that your orgasm mixed with his precum as he drilled into you.

His swollen cockhead pushed through your cunt; each stretch left you moaning with need. You gripped his throat tighter, your expression devolved into a helpless and needy look. But James couldn’t stop, not when you felt like this.

He turned you over on the bed, so you lay on your back in the mess of sheets. He captured one of your stiff nipples between his lips; a hand pushed one of your legs back beside your head. He licked the sensitive tit and kept it in his mouth while you cried out, your hands clung tightly to the covers.

James could feel his orgasm build in his crotch, the feeling stirred and mixed deep in his balls. He fought to hold back and drew his cock from your perfect heat. His swollen cockhead grinds against your hard clitoris. “A- ahh!” You screamed while your legs shook with pleasure. His cockhead finds the center of your clitoris and makes your head push back into the sheets; every muscle tensed beneath him.

“Cum for me, princess.” He grinds harder and leans over your spasming body. He kissed your trembling lips, “I know, baby.” He cooed and moved strands of hair from your face, his palm rests on your temple. He inhaled every harsh breath you let out and chuckled. “Let me hear you…”

Each torturous stroke made your eyes roll back. You couldn’t move, let alone speak. “You’re right there, aren’t you?” He kissed your lips and thrusts himself back inside of you. Your orgasm shot through your spine down to your core and across the sensitive nerves of your cunt. Your jaw slackened as your body came undone. “Good job~”  He buried himself deeper inside of your spasming cunt, emptying himself against your pursed cervix.

a/n: this was a long one for me lol

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headcanons : harry potter boys x keeper!reader

↳ harry, ron, draco, neville, fred, george, remus, and sirius with a partner who can wield ancient magic (hogwarts legacy style).

↳ requests are open! submit ideas, drabbles, headcanons, or one shots to the link in my bio! don’t be shy <3

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harry potter:

-thinks it is the coolest shit ever! when you're in a fight together and you protect him by shooting a powerful blue bolt towards the enemy that disintegrates their very beginning, he feels so proud to be your partner!

-on the other side, he also knows it feels like to have a lot of pressure and power on your side. he worries about what it must feel like to wield ancient magic and be the only living person who can see it. every time you use it, he checks on you after, ensuring that you don't feel too exhausted and can continue fighting.

-supported you so much through the trials. he didn't need to know every detail of what you did and went through but he would hold you so tight when you came back, praising you over and over for being so strong and brave.

ron weasley:

-he's a little jealous, ngl. like his partner can use this sick magic and is responsible for keeping the magic safe and alive out of the wrong hands?? why can't he do that???

-i also feel like ron would be confused, if not a little angry, that you refuse to share the power and attempt what others have before (such as isidora using the magic to remove pain). he doesn't really understand the problem and feels like the keepers are suspicious.

-he'd brag about you alllllll the time though! like oh my god every second he would find some way to bring up the fact that you can do really awesome things and that you are his awesome partner forever!

draco malfoy:

-draco loves you a lot and finds your magic incredibly cool, don't get me wrong, but i think his family swayed his pursuit of you because wouldn't it be so grand if the malfoys had a keeper in their family? someone so powerful and knowledgeable? who would pass down the truth and their magic? yes please! (every time narcissa brings it up, it irks draco but also he pats himself on the shoulder for choosing you)

-wants to know every detail about the trials and the past and the memories you're viewing! you'll come back from a trial, sweaty and tired, maybe bleeding, and he'd help you first then ask hundreds of questions after.

-your use of ancient magic is not necessarily unknown and makes you quite popular among the students of hogwarts. this, however, makes draco really jealous. if he could, he would follow you everywhere, glaring down anyone who tries to make a move on you. before you go on adventures, classes, or just to the common room, he'll drape you in his slytherin scarf as if he was marking you.

neville longbottom:

-poor thing gets so nervous when you have to complete the trials or do something incredibly important for the sake of keeping the magic safe. he knows he can't go along with you but he'd stay by your side until the very moment you enter the map chamber, whispering praises and support the whole time.

-would heal up all your wounds and take care of you if you exerted too much during a fight. he knows how much everyone depends on you and the least he can do is take care of you properly! he would run you a bath, apply soothing balms to your skin or use his plants to heal you up, and cuddle you tightly!

-tries his hardest to not feel useless but sometimes it's hard when you're so strong and he's so...not. of course you'll always reassure him and give him the confidence he needs but very frequently, he gets really down on himself about it.

fred weasley:

-every day he comes to you with a new scheme that involves your magic. could you make a portal that leads from the dungeons of hogwarts to the top of the astronomy tower? it's important. snape is gonna get really mad when he goes into his office? can your magic fix that?

-begs, and i mean BEGS, you to let him come along on your adventures and battles. he wants nothing more than to support you and fight along your side! as long it's not a trial, you can't help but let him come along. you usually end up saving him after he pays a little more attention to the way your whip around the battle, taking down everyone effortlessly.

-speaking of paying too much attention to you, he thinks it is so attractive than you can do what you do! he gives you some time after fighting to recuperate but then immediately he is ON you. he's kissing you and telling you how hot it is when you turn someone to just particles.

george weasley:

-he wants you to teach him everything you can. there are some things that are just simply innate and can not be taught but all your tips and tricks when it comes to fighting will now be all of his tips and tricks. you two would just find some field away from the burrow and go at it, sending spell after spell at each other. georgie is just overflowing with adrenaline and it's a great way to get it out.

-deep down, a part of him wants to be protective of you. he wants to keep you from going out into danger and taking on dangerous tasks all for magic and some old people telling you what to do. but he knows better, trust me. he knows you can defend yourself just fine but he just wants to put you in a little bubble and never let anything hurt you.

-just like ron, he will brag about you whenever he can. everyone is sitting around the great hall table, talking about how it's so cool that you defeated a troll in one fell swoop and he just wraps his arm around your shoulders, a glimmer in his eye as he proceeds to say "yeah, aren't they just so amazing?"

remus lupin:

-fears for your health and safety so much! when you come back from a trial, he's hushing you and putting you in bed, feeding you chocolate and brewing tea until you feel better!! you are bearing the weight of centuries old magic all alone. the least he can do is take care of you!

-supports your decisions throughout your entire journey as a keeper. if you truly believe that releasing ancient magic to the world and using it for more than the original keepers intended, then he understands. if you want to continue to keep it hidden, he will not question your judgement.

-this is so fluffy but i feel like you figured out how to manipulate your ancient magic to floating, bright blue scenes and pictures. around remus's time of the month (said lovingly), you'll lay in bed with him and use your wand to paint pictures of animals, lakes, waves, stars, or, in more sappy moments, your future.

sirius black:

-he thinks it is SO hot that you can take someone down without barely blinking an eye. his favorite move you do is when you lift someone into the air and slam them down repeatedly. gets blushy and turned on excited every time.

-once followed you down into the map chamber only to be very harshly yelled at by one of the keeper's portraits. he just wanted to see what it looked like and to know where you go on dangerous missions!! who can blame him, truly? definitely grumbled the whole rest of the day.

-when you two get married, he refuses to let you take his last name and instead will either take yours or say screw it and come up with one! he doesn't want his family to have the gratification of having a keeper with the black family name. he wants you to shine for who you are and in another century, he wants your name to be yours, not his.

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Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.

Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high

I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.

Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.

TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH

I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.

The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.

HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace

First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.

The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.

If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:

UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.

Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.

UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.

Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.

He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:

This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.

P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.

To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.

As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.

It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.

I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.

Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.

When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.

But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.

These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.

FOLLOWING MINORS.

Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.

Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).

Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.

Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.

I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.

SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.

To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.

In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.

Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.

A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.

In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.

Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.

It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.

To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).

The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.

Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.

This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.

The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.

CONCLUSION.

I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.

Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.

I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.

Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.

Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.

National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678

The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673

Childline (UK): 0800-1111

International Child Helpline: 116-111

TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.

Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.

UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.