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ms-demeanor · 10 months

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Why reblog machine-generated art?

When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.

When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.

When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.

When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.

You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.

And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.

My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.

People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.

I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?

The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.

I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.

However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.

Also because it's just patently untrue.

But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.

It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.

I liked it.

I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.

Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)

Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?

My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.

What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.

And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).

There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.

I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.

Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.

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chaos-in-deepspace · 2 months

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L&DS Xavier: Bunny Tears | 18+

So anyway Kirakanjo posted another piece of art with Xavier in it and I went absolutely FERAL once more. So not only did I write a Xavier pegging fic again...I edited it. Y'all I put effort into my writing which never freaking happens. Them images be doing something to me and I need to write it.

♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Pairings: Xavier x Reader ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Warnings: Blow jobs, hand jobs, men crying, submissive Xavier, pegging, cum eating ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Synopsis: Xavier has once again managed to almost burn down the kitchen, leading the two of you to be covered in ash. A small suggestion to shower together leads to a little bit more...but really who's surprised by this turn of events? ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Word Count: 8k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

Bunny Tears

You looked over at Xavier from behind the couch, your entire body a little tense. He had insisted he was going to cook, something that made you nervous and on edge. The man had gotten a little bit better after your mission when he was masquerading as the perfect house husband, but you were still weary about it; your eyes never left his figure as he hummed. It was only when he opened the oven that you felt your stomach drop.

“Xavier?” your voice was hesitant as you looked over at him. The man turned, his fluffy hair catching the sunlight and creating a halo effect around him. For a moment he seemed like a true angel…which at times he was. In this exact moment though he was closer to a devil who was about to lay ruin to his own domain.

“Yes?” he seemed so calm, so gentle as he looked over at you. Those pretty blue eyes shining in the light and you almost felt bad for not trusting him with the simple appliance.

“How about I go ahead and do that part,” you were already standing up when his voice stopped you.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to read the instruction manual on this oven. I have it all covered, you just sit back and relax,” he assured you, but his words refused to calm your nerves, “Dinner will be ready soon.” he promised.

You reluctantly sat back down, but your eyes never left his figure. He went back to humming some tune you didn’t know, placing the tray inside the oven and closing it up before hitting a few buttons. From your angle you couldn’t see what was on the tray, nor the buttons he selected. You could only hope things went smoothly.

It took about ten minutes before your fears were realized. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see it, but honestly it was like fireworks. Whatever was inside of the oven literally exploded and made a loud bang noise that shook the room; you just stared at it with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Xavier, who had been watching this monstrosity cook, was also staring at it. He seemed more confused if anything and after you both watched it you realized somebody had to kick it into gear.

You vaulted off the back of the couch and began rushing into the kitchen like your life depended on it. There were already flames and you had no idea how this was even possible in only ten minutes. You grabbed the fire extinguisher from underneath the sink and managed to snuff out the fire in record time, then quickly went over to shut the damn thing off before anything else could happen. You were panting as you stared at the now burnt oven, then back at Xavier who had opted to just watch the entire thing with wide eyes.

After a moment of silence you finally managed to get out, “Xavier…what the fuck?” you looked between him and the ashes. Xavier finally seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, walking over to you and the oven. He placed a hand over your waist, probably about to apologize and make everything alright when the next series of unfortunate events happened.

The food that Xavier had managed to cook had become char in the oven, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the center of the lump to explode and propell said ashes all over the surrounding areas. The explosion also managed to ricochet the powder from the fire extinguisher that had been coating it, making a beautiful plume of every chemical that shouldn't be in your lungs.

It had you coughing and hacking, “The window! Get the window!” You called out to Xavier, not even capable of seeing through all the smoke. Xavier’s frantic footsteps could be heard as he dashed towards the nearest window in the kitchen, the latch clicked open as it was unlocked and thrown open in a flurry.

“Come on,” Xavier’s voice had the nerve to sound worried as he wrapped strong arms around you, lifting you up and carrying you out of the main area of the explosion where particles still lingered. Once safely in the living room, you hacked and coughed some of the smoke out of your lungs then looked over at Xavier. You were opening your mouth to begin a long and drawn out lecture, but he managed to beat you to it.

“I’m sorry…” He said, his voice a gentle lull that made all your anger about the situation dissipated. You let out a small sigh then took in his appearance. His pristine skin now had smatterings of ash all over it and you couldn’t help but laugh. He looked like he had just come back from a battle against some wanderers with how the dark soots clung to his hair and face and slowly fell to the ground whenever he moved.

“Xavie…” You said with amusement in your voice, “You got a little…” you pointed over at his nose where some of the ash was smudged. He looked at you with a similar look in his eyes.

“I’m not the only one,” He pointed out, reaching over and swiping his thumb over your cheek, “We’re both messes right now,” he sighed, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. His hands now on your waist as he looked into your eyes with a lovestruck expression.

“Oh I wonder whose fault that is,” you teased, shaking your head, “We need a shower and a change of clothes. We can order some food afterwards,” it was a suggestion that you were certain Xavier would be all for. It would also give you two an opportunity to clean up the mess in the kitchen while you waited for dinner…it wasn’t something you looked forward to as your eyes glanced behind Xavier to see that there was still stuff floating about in the kitchen.

“That sounds nice…should we open some more windows?” Xavier asked after he followed your gaze. Everything was destroyed and you were certain there might’ve even been some neighbors in the hallway staring at the door with all the commotion this had caused. The only difference this time was the fire alarms weren’t blaring to alert everyone in the complex that this man hadn’t a single clue about how to cook.

Honestly you were damn happy you managed to uninstall his fire alarms. Was it a violation to the apartment contract? Without a doubt, yes. Did you care? No. You would actually cry if you had to hear those alarms going off anytime the man thought he could cook, a sentiment you were sure was shared amongst everyone living nearby.

“Ya, let’s open every available window for now,” you said, “Then it’s shower time,” you were already heading towards the living room to get to work. It only took a few minutes to get everything open, and Xavier even went so far as to open the ones in his bedroom as well, just in case. The gentle breeze that blew into the apartment was already making it easier to breathe in.

Once all was said and done, Xavier had come back up to you, “If you’d like, you can shower first,”. You couldn’t help yourself, he was just too sweet and adorable when he gave you those eyes and put your needs before his. Your hands cupped his cheeks and you dragged him down for a quick kiss. He let out a confused noise from the back of his throat, but ended up leaning into you like he always did. His body melted into you everytime your lips touched and right now was no different; his hands gently placed on your hip, his lips gently grazing your own.

When you parted you looked up at him, “How about we shower together today?” showering was something you two didn’t partake in too often as the shower wasn’t huge, but in moments like these it made sense. You both desperately needed to clean up.

Xavier’s grip on your hips tightened in response as he then leaned down quickly for another soft press of your lips and smiled, “I like the sound of that,” he took your hand into his own, his thumb grazing against your knuckles. It was tender as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles before giving it a proper hold.

He began leading you through the apartment, gently tugging you along and squeezing your hand until you arrived in his restroom. It was just big enough for the two of you to comfortably be inside at the same time. The room looked like a perfect combination of the two of you, a few of your personal belongings scattered about. Xavier had insisted you kept things over here despite how you lived right below him. You assumed he liked having pieces of you in his life, and you could relate.

The moment you began undressing you realized that your current attire was absolutely ruined, no amount of washing would fix that. As you began working your pants off your eyes trailed over to your boyfriend. Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect as you watched him take off his hoodie in one swift motion, revealing the expanse of his muscular chest. You had to pause for a second, taking in the sight. You didn’t know how someone could be sculpted so perfectly, but here Xavier stood, like a greek statue come to life. Except…

Your eyes turned down to him unzipping his pants…ya that certainly wasn’t like any of the statues you had seen. He had stopped in his motions and your eyes went back up to see him looking directly at you. One of his eyebrows rose as he noticed how your eyes were practically glued to him. You were completely unashamed of your actions and when you noticed his eyes quickly flickering over your form you smirked.

“Why’d you stop, I was enjoying myself,” You teased him, slowly making your way to the shower. You turned it on and sat at the edge, leaning on the wall as your gaze went back to him, “Go on,” you encouraged. Now you were making a show of how you looked at him, even going so far as to lick your lips. You could see the way his body shuddered under your gaze and it was already starting to set the mood for something else.

Xavier looked at you one more time before his hands went back to his half open pants. He slowly worked them open and hooked his fingers into the edge in a seductive fashion, eyes quickly flicking to yours to make sure you were watching. You watched the shuddered breath he took in as he worked his pants and briefs off, for a second the briefs got caught on the half hard bulge. You fought back the urge to tease him, knowing just how his body reacted when around you. This shower was probably going to last a little bit longer than expected, but you certainly didn’t mind.

Once he was fully undressed he approached you, taking your hand once more as he led you into the shower. Like the gentleman he was, he made sure you were directly under the showerhead. His hands went into your hair, massaging your scalp as he worked out some of the ashes. The water poured over your face as you closed your eyes, feeling his hands rubbing off the dirt and debris for you. You briefly felt his lips ghosting over your own, but when you opened he was just looking at you with that innocent smile as though he didn’t do anything.

“Xavier…” you murmured, wanting to drag him back down for a proper kiss, but he needed to be cleaned up first. With your hands on his shoulders you were able to spin the two of you around, the motion fluid with the amount of times you had done this. He didn’t fight you on it, instead sighing as he got under the running water. He turned towards it, letting it splash onto his face and hair as he washed himself, leaving you to watch him.

The way the water trickled down his back teasingly, his back muscles moving with every motion…it was so tantalizing. He managed to be sexy without even trying and you knew for a fact you didn’t want to hold back for even a second longer. As soon as you were certain he was cleaned up, you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around his front and pressing your face between his shoulder blades.

Your lips gently grazed his shoulder blades as your arms held him tighter to your body. A shiver went down his spine as he craned his neck around to look at you. “Did you need something?” he asked, his voice as sweet and gentle as it always was.

You let out a satisfied hum at his question, you pressed another sweet kiss into his shoulder before speaking up, “You’re so pretty, Xayxay,” you muttered contently against him. Your grip loosened a bit as you nuzzled your face into him..

Xavier understood what you wanted, turning around in your arms. You wasted no time, leaning up and pressing your lips against his own. Once more he began melting against your mouth as he sighed as though your lips were the only thing he needed in life. Xavier let out a small gasp once he felt your tongue prodding at his lower lip and he easily opened up, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth. Xavier always tasted sweet to you, something so uniquely him as your mouth explored his own.

Xavier’s groan echoed along the shower walls, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Your bodies were pressed together as one of your hands grasped his hair, keeping him right where you wanted him. The loud smacking of lips reverberated in the small room as you drank in the man before you, enjoying every brush of his tongue against your own as your thighs pressed together.

You felt his cock twitching against your stomach and you smirked against Xavier’s mouth. Your free hand running down his chest until you were tracing the lines of his Adonis belt teasingly. You parted for only a second and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Getting excited?” you asked with a smirk, your hand now trailing even lower until you were cupping his dick. He let out a small groan, his hips rolling up into your hand in response. You grasped his dick, giving a few experimental tugs on him, watching as his mouth dropped open and he stared down at you, “I wanna hear you, sweetheart, want you to tell me exactly what you want,”

“O-okay,” he managed to moan, “Please keep…” your pace got a little bit faster at the sound of his pleading. The smallest whimper escaping him, his voice got caught in his throat as the only thing he was focused on was your hand pumping his cock with the perfect pressure that had his mind reeling.

“Keep what?” You cooed, loving how responsive this man always was. His breathing began mixing with the loud noises of your hand expertly working his cock. Your thumb swiping some of the leaking pre cum that was threatening to drop onto the shower floor, “Come on, I wanna hear you,” you teased, placing a small nip to his jawline..

He leaned closer to you, his hands grasping your hips as he rolled his own up into your waiting hand, “Keep…touching me,” his voice sounded breathless and you could feel how he twitched in your hand. To think he would be this quick to cum just from a simple hand job. You absolutely adored this side of Xavier, when he completely gave in to you and became such a good and submissive boy. This side of him was reserved only for you which is exactly why you enjoyed drawing it out of him.

“Alright, pretty boy,” you cooed, your hand now speeding up. Your only goal at the moment was to get him to cum, and with how his hips were jerking he was seconds away. His head bent down into your shoulder as he let out a small whine. The pelting of the water against his back was the only thing grounding him at the moment as he finally gave in to the pleasure.

You looked between your bodies and watched as ropes of cum erupted from the head of his cock. The thick fluid coated your hands and splashed between your bodies, some of it getting right onto your stomach and dripping down between your legs. Xavier seemed to have noticed this too, another lewd moan coming from the back of his throat as he rolled his hips a few more times into your waiting hand, letting his spend wash over the both of you.

You let him relax against you for a moment, your fingers playing with some of his cum that was now coating your palm and fingers. A thought crossed your mind and after Xavier’s breathing started to even out, you used your shoulder to gently nudge him off you. He stood back up, looking down at you with a gentle flush coating his cheeks that seemed to darken as you brought your hand up to his mouth.

“Want a taste, bunny?” You asked, the cum slightly smearing on the corner of his lips as you swiped your thumb over his mouth. You watched how his eyes widened a fraction as what you were asking. He looked at you for a minute more, weighing his options as he felt your finger pressing a little harder on his bottom lip, a silent command to open.

He complied, opening his mouth, his tongue darting out and licking his essence off your palm. He groaned at the taste, and you smirked as he lapped up his own release. HIs pink tongue licking between your fingers as he worked on making sure it was completely clean. When most of it was gone you pressed two fingers onto his tongue, pressing down as his jaw opened for you to look in his mouth. You could see a little bit of the white on the tip and you glanced back into his eyes.

“What a good boy, now make sure to swallow it,” you said and watched as he closed his mouth around your fingers, giving them a gentle suck as he swallowed his own load. You took your fingers out of his mouth and reached behind him, turning off the shower and looking up at him.

“What a good boy…” you murmured, your hand on his shoulder as you coaxed him to follow your lead, leaning down and kissing him again. Xavier groaned against your mouth as you pressed your tongue back into his, able to faintly taste his release. His grip on your hips tightening for a second as you parted as though he didn’t want you to go. He looked so damn handsome like this and you swore you were falling in love all over again.

“We should…” he trailed off and you knew exactly what he was implying. Without the running water it was starting to get chilly. As much as you watched to watch his nipples pebbling up from the chill, you did want to get warmed up.

“Alright, come on,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before taking his hands off your hips. You took his larger hand into your own, dragging him out of the shower. He was smiling at you, allowing you to pull him in any direction you wanted. You took a towel and wrapped it around his waist, forcing him forward and into your body once more, “How about after we dry off a little…” you began suggesting.

You didn’t even finish your train of thought as Xavier nodded, “Yes please,” he quickly said, not even an ounce of shame with how desperate he was for you. You chuckled as you wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist and grabbed your own. The two of you fell into a rhyme together, practically dancing around one another as you worked on getting yourselves dried off.

Once you were somewhat dry you two left the towels abandoned on the floor. Hand in hand as you made your way into the bedroom, bumping into one another like excited teens doing something naughty. The way Xavier kept gazing down at you like you were the one who hung every star in the sky.

The moment you came to the bedroom you were gently pushing him down onto the mattress, your hand on his chest. He didn’t fight it, allowing you to crawl on top of him, your lips meeting again and Xavier’s hands threaded through your hair, gently playing with it as he kept you against him. If there was one thing Xavier loved, it was kissing you. It was like oxygen as your lips perfectly melded together every single time, sending a tingling sensation to the back of his head and making him shiver. He could never get enough of you as you gently bit down on his lower lip, requesting access once more.

You parted your lips from him, opting to look down at the man as your hair dripped onto his body, “Xavier,” you began breathlessly, catching his attention, “I still wanna play a little bit,” you murmured, catching his attention at the way you said it. You had the smallest pout on your lips, although he could tell with how your eyes were gleaming that something sinister was brewing in your mind.

Still, he was a weak man, and if you said jump he’d ask how high and to where. “Alright, if that’s what you want,” he said, his voice wavering only slightly. He had hoped you would just ride him, or maybe let him flip you over, but if you wanted to play with his body then he’d allow you. As long as you didn’t tease him too much he let you do whatever you wanted.

“Thanks babe,” you leaned back up to kiss him quickly before your lips began pressing along his body. You could hear his breath hitch as your lips trailed down his neck and to his chest. Your tongue lapping at one of his hardened nipples before latching on. His back arched into you just from the simple.

“W-wait,” he moaned out, feeling how your tongue swirled around the hardening bud. You let out a hum, looking up at him while your other hand went to play with his other nipple. You waited for him to continue but instead he ground his hips up into you. At this angle his cock was rutting against your stomach and you could feel how hard he had gotten since the shower. You felt the slightest wet sensation from the top of his cock leaking.

Perhaps at some point you’d see if it was possible to get him to cum with just stimulation to his nipples, but you wanted him to cum in your mouth at the moment. When you had kissed him earlier, tongue pressing against his own, you could faintly taste him. It had you craving more, like it always did. It was bitter, salty, but it tasted like him and that was all your mind really wanted. You wanted Xavier in every way possible, all at once.

You popped off his nipple, licking your already wet lips, “Xavier, you told me to wait,” you pressed a kiss between his pecs, “Now what am I waiting for?” your mouth was moving over to his other cute nipple. It was pink and pebbled perfect as your breath ghosted over it, sending a shiver down Xavier’s spine.

Xavier opened his mouth and was about to say something when he seemed to pause. His eyebrows furrowed as he clearly tried to think about why he wanted you to wait. You felt so good kissing him, licking his nipples, it was making him hard and needy. He swallowed the lump in his throat as you spoke up, “Can’t remember? Want me to continue then?” teasingly your tongue poked out your mouth and licked his pearled up bud.

This elicited a small gasp from him, his hand reaching up to run through your hair, pushing away some so it wouldn’t get in the way, “Yes please,” he said and your mouth latched onto him, giving this side the same treatment. Your tongue swirling around his hardened peak, making him groan as he pressed his chest closer to your mouth. Your fingers played with the other side, giving it a harsh pinch so you could see him mewl.

His hips were rutting shamelessly against your stomach, twitching as he tried to get some much needed stimulation. You smirked, biting around his nipple and god that had him moaning like a damn whore, his grip on your hair tightening as you popped off his nipple. You looked at your work, seeing his pink nipples now turned a red tone. Your teeth marks were perfectly around one of them and his blush now spread from his cheeks down to his chest so perfectly it made you want to eat him right up.

“Such a pretty boy,” your words made him whimper, watching as you began kissing a trail down his chest to his abs. Your tongue lapped at some of the water droplets that still clung to his skin as you gazed up at him. He was watching you with such an intense gaze as you made your way down to his hips.

You bit down on his Adonis belt, making Xavier’s hips buck up into you. You felt his erection between your chest now, leaking all over you from how hot and bothered you managed to make him. You chuckled as you licked at the small red bite mark you had left on him. Xavier looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed at your teasing.

“Something to say?” you said, your hands now rubbing at his thighs as you coaxed him to spread them. The pink dusting on his cheeks didn’t seem like it would be going anywhere soon, in fact it seemed to make him a shade darker as he looked away from you for a moment. Despite his embarrassed state, you watched as he opened his legs to make room for you to nestle between them. Your cheek rested on his inner thigh as your other hand gently played with the other.

“N-no…” he said, looking at you between his thighs. You looked at him lovingly, smiling as you kissed his thigh and adjusted yourself. Your hand wrapping around his cock as you gave a few gentle tugs, feeling how he twitched in your hands. He let out a small whimper at your hand wrapping around him again, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at you. You could see his mouth open slightly, panting and you shivered at the sight. He was so sensitive and it never ceased to turn you on.

You teased him one last time, biting down on his inner thigh hard and watched as his cock jumped in your hands. A thick bead of pre cum dripping down the shaft and right into your hand as you casually pumped his cock. Xavier let out a whimpering moan at the rough treatment and you only wished he didn’t heal so damn fast the marks you left would be seen for at least a week after this. It was fine, you’d just have to refresh them daily since they went away seemingly overnight.

Finally you took his cock into your mouth, giving the tip a harsh suck. Xavier’s hips rolled into your mouth out of instinct, making you smirk and pop off him, “Xavie baby,” you cooed, watching his hazy eyes staring down at you as he tried listening, “Be still for me, okay sweetheart?” you began, “Think you can do that for me?”

Xavier let out a groan and nodded, but when he noticed you weren’t back on his dick he realized what you wanted, “I-I promise,” he swore, his tone breathy and debauched already. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth. You briefly wondered if you could make him drool today by fucking him. Well, there was only one way to find out…

You wasted no time, your mouth moving on Xavier as you began sucking his cock like it was the last thing you’d ever taste. The change was immediate as you began working in earnest, and Xavier clearly wasn’t prepared for you to be sucking him like this right out the gate. The high pitched keen that left him was telling, as well as the steady dribble of his pre that was coating the back of your tongue. You groaned at the taste of him, working to relax your throat so you could take all of him.

Xavier certainly wasn’t small, the girth of his cock was punishing if you weren’t prepared to take it, but thankfully his length was only a little above average. It made it a little easier for you to deepthroat him, but even then you gagged around his length a little as it hit the back of your throat. Xavier gasped at the sound you made, looking down with a flush as his hand went back into your hair, dragging you off his cock and watching the trail of saliva connecting your lips to the tip.

“Y-you don’t have to…” he swallowed, “Take it too deep…it feels good no matter what,” he said, his eyes concerned despite how turned on he was. You moved to kiss his cock, making him close his eyes and breath deeply, trying to steady himself from how good you were making him feel right now.

Finally you deigned to speak up, “Do you not like me gagging on your cock, Xavier?” the lewd words making him groan, “Because I love taking you deep, babes, seeing your eyes rolling back from the pleasure. Want you to get lost in it,” you rambled on, licking up his length. A small whine escaped him as his grip on your hair loosened enough for you to move freely, “Let me make you feel good, bunny, I promise I won’t push myself. Is that okay?” you licked the dribble from his tip again.

Xavier licked his lips and nodded, “If you’re sure…” he said and it was the green light you were waiting for. Your lips wrapping back around him as you sank down as deep as you could go, feeling his cock once again hitting the back of your throat and you hummed in delight.

Xavier hadn’t expected you to sink down like that the moment he said it was okay. His head was thrown back onto the pillow as he let out the loudest moan of the night. His sounds were music to your ears, so beautiful every single time he let a noise escape those pretty lips of his.

His head was now spinning from how good you were making him feel and it was a struggle for him not to roll his hips into your mouth. His throbbing cock was heavy on your tongue as you worked on swirling it around his shaft. With how thick he was it wasn’t easy, his dick taking up all the room in your mouth and it caused a gentle ache in your jaw.

His breathing was becoming labored and he could feel himself getting close embarrassingly at an alarmingly fast rate. Perhaps it was due to him still being sensitive from you jerking him off in the shower, but the moans coming out of him were so loud and his cock was now twitching against your tongue. His body trembled as he worked on holding himself back and it was so adorable seeing him place his hand in his mouth, biting down on it to keep his noise level down.

What wouldn’t fit in your mouth was now being stroked with your hand, your other one cupping his balls and you could feel how they tightened in your grasp, “W-wait I’m…” Xavier managed to get out, wanting to warn you, maybe even stop you from continuing. He probably wanted to be inside of you before he came, but at present you had no intention on letting him fuck you for this evening.

You could feel his cock twitch once more before you could taste the bitterness of his cum as he shot out and onto your tongue. You worked on angling his cock so his load wouldn’t shoot right down your throat. You wanted to taste him as you worked him through a second orgasm for the night. You hummed around his length, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment as his grip on your hair was so tight. The burn of it only made you feel hot and bothered as you rolled your hips into the mattress below.

Xavier was so sensitive at the moment as he started to come down from his high. He flinched at feeling how you had kept him in your mouth, your tongue laving at the lip as you swallowed his load. He could feel your throat constricting with the motion and he recoiled. You smirked at the reaction he had, knowing it was probably a little painful after just coming for the second time that night. You had every intention of ruining this man though, so instead of letting him have a moment to breathe you were popping your lips off his cock and replacing it with your hand.

You spit on your other hand, placing your wet fingers against his entrance. Some of the spit from your sloppy blowjob had already dripped down to his ass, making it easier to push a finger into his hole. You watched Xavier’s eyes shoot open, widening almost comically as he let out a whorish moan. He looked down as you began fucking him with your finger, your mouth going back to wrap around the head of his dick.

“S-stop it’s-mhm fuck,” he gasped out as your fingers found his prostate the moment you were pressed into him. You had done this so many times it was second nature to you. You felt how his cock was twitching again in your mouth. It hadn’t even had a moment to soften as your tongue worked on the length. Xavier looked completely out of it, staring down at you with a frantic look in those hazy blue eyes.

Xavier was panting, trying to shy away from your touches but it was no use. He let out another whine and rolled his hips up, making you gag for a second on his length and you looked up at him in amusement. He looked so fucked out and he had only cum twice so far. He was honestly too adorable as you continued to finger him, a second finger now pressing inside as you scissored him. You worked his entrance open all the while listening to his symphony and whimpers and whines.

He was squirming under your ministrations, the hand that wasn’t in your hair was thrown back into his mouth as he bit down harshly in a failed attempt at muffling those cute noises. The noises he made were sure to get you guys a few noise complaints come tomorrow morning, but as it stood you were drinking them all in as you didn’t let up. His cock throbbed in your mouth, pulsing against your tongue and you finally took your mouth off his cock. You licked your lips, his taste lingering in your mouth and you ground your hips once more into the mattress to help alleviate the growing arousal in you. You wanted to focus on Xavier though, you could deal with your own needs at another time.

Xavier’s ass clenched around your fingers perfectly and you almost felt bad when you took them out. Xavier looked down at you confused as to why you stopped. While his body was sensitive he was starting to get so close to coming again.

“W-why’d you…” he trailed off, his lips forming a cute pout and you chuckled at the sight. Fuck he was too adorable and he didn’t even realize it half the time. How was this man a dangerous hunter yet easily fell apart into a whimpering mess the moment you toyed with his body?

“Give me a minute, okay?” you assured him with a gentle squeeze to his thighs. You stood up from the bed and walked over to the drawer in the nightstand, quickly finding your harness alongside the lube. It was a pretty little thing, a sleek baby blue strap that was long and tapered. It wasn’t particularly girthy, but the end of it did have an upward turn for finding the prostate. It was the perfect toy for Xavier. He didn’t much care for having something huge in him, but he was always readily accepting of something that would graze that tender spot inside every thrust.

Xavier has wrongfully assumed he had a moment of peace as he laid back on the mattress, his cock hard but sensitive. That illusion was destroyed the moment he looked over to see the strap in your hand. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you holding the harness and lube, looking at him with intrigue. His cock betrayed him, twitching at the sight of you and it didn’t go unnoticed if the growing smirk on your face was telling.

You watched as your sweet boy squirmed on the bed, attempting to sit up so he could have at least a little dignity. Just by clicking your tongue he paused, looking over at you, “Xavier, calm down baby boy,” you cooed, “I’ll give you what you want in just a second, let me just put this on real fast,”

He stopped moving for a moment, opting to sink back onto the pillows underneath him. He watched as you put on the harness, working the straps of it over your thighs and hips as you secured it into place. He licked his lips as you tightened it, watching how it clung to you so perfectly. You gently got on the bed, the mattress having enough give to shift Xavier on it as he looked at you with so much want in his eyes.

You crawled over until you were between Xavier’s legs and tapped them then smiled as you saw Xavier eagerly opening his legs so you’d have better access. His cock laid heavy between them, dripping onto the mattress as your hand took it, pumping it twice before laying it on his stomach.. The popping noise of the lube cap opening sounded so loud in the room as you poured some over your hand; Xavier watched as you smeared some of the viscous liquid onto the artificial cock.. Those same fingers that were making him fall apart minutes ago now pressed against his entrance.

“Is this okay?” You murmured, pressing a finger inside of him. It was an easy glide and soon the second joined it as you scissored him. You were careful not to press against his prostate again, your only goal was to get lube inside of him so the cock would be comfortably nestled in his warmth.

He let out a loud moan, feeling how you began working him open some more. He nodded in reply, his jaw open in pleasure and you stopped your movements and looked at him, “Use your words,” you instructed, “You know how much I love hearing your voice,”

Xavier swallowed thickly before nodding, “Y-yes, it’s okay…” he trailed off once he felt your fingers moving inside of him. It didn’t take much with your previous ministrations and you took your fingers out, stroking your strap as Xavier’s eyes flew down to you, trying to relax in anticipation of being fucked.

You pressed the head of the strap against his hole, teasing him as you put just a little bit of pressure and allowing the tip inside. Xavier looked up at you with pleading eyes; they looked almost wet with unshed tears and you couldn’t help but smirk at how docile he appeared to be in the moment. He claimed he wasn’t some sweet and innocent bunny, but it took barely any coaxing to get him to this point of being needy. Sure sometimes he was capable of flipping you over the couch and fucking you dumb, but he was just as willing to be on his back like this.

“Please don’t tease me,” he managed to mutter, his cute flush crossing his cheeks as he stared up at you. He looked so fucked out already and you hadn’t even put it in yet. You felt your entire body getting a bit warmer, licking your lips as you decided to give him what he wanted.

“Of course, my love, you know I’ll give you anything when you ask me like that,” The toy easily began sliding into his waiting hole, his entire body lax under your touch as you bottomed out in him. You heard him letting out a keening whine as you adjusted, the tip of it no doubt grazing his prostate as you intended You wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it again and without warning you began thrusting hard.

Xavier’s legs were quick to wrap around your waist at the feeling , locking his ankles around your back as he let out a loud and needy moan. Small curses escaping his mouth at feeling how fast you began fucking him, how your slick hand wrapped around his cock and worked him at the same pace as the strap.

It only came as a small surprise when you watched his cock twitch before splatters of cum painted his abs and your hand. It had happened so fast that you don’t even think Xavier was able to comprehend that he came immediately, the sensations being too much in such a short timespan that he let out a broken whimper as you worked him through it.

“Fuck…” you moaned out, seeing how easily he came, his cock still twitching as you didn’t let up your pace. Xavier’s arms were clutching at the pillows near his head, his back arched off the mattress as you continued fucking him at a fast pace. He felt like he was going to break as tears slid down his cheeks at the near painful feeling of your hand jerking him off.

Your hips worked against Xavier, thrusting into him at a brutal pace as the room filled with the slapping noises and Xavier’s small sobs. You wanted to see him become a complete and utter mess and you were so damn close to it. Xavier made the realization at what you were after after he started to come down from his high. His body felt like a livewire, already coming three times within maybe half an hour.

His entire body jostled with every thrust and he was absolutely whining now, babbling about it being too much as the strap hit his prostate with every thrust. His head was thrown back as he tried squirming away, his hands still grasping the sheets underneath him like a life line as the material scrunched up and almost tore from the grip. He couldn’t stop the pathetic whimpering noises that flew out of his mouth, every thrust punching the air right out of his lungs.

“Ah-ah-hah p-please mhn-hah…” hearing him moaning your name like it was the gospel as his cock leaked, his own cum being smeared over his stomach as you pressed his dick onto it. You used his own stomach and your hand to create more friction as you worked him perfectly to the same tune of your thrusts.

His mind instantly went to mush at the sensation, short circuiting as the only thing his brain could focus on was the pleasure coursing through him. He didn’t even think he had anything left to give as tears streaming out, his mouth opened as he let out sobs that he couldn’t contain. You could feel his cock twitching and his body responded like you’d come to expect when he came, but instead of cum leaking from the tip there was only a drizzle of clear fluid as he had a mostly dry orgasm.

He couldn’t even speak at this point, his entire mind clouded and as much as you wanted to keep fucking him, you knew he was spent. He was panting and crying and damn he couldn’t even cum anymore at this point. You let go of his poor cock, watching as it dropped onto his stomach as you let out gentle coos, your hands rubbing his hips gently as you tried getting him to come back to you.

Still you couldn’t help but tease him a little more, those blue eyes seemed a little far off but they were still staring at you helplessly. You slowly took the strap out, watching as he let out a whine or protest that he probably didn’t even realize came out of his mouth. You smirked, rubbing his thighs now, “Good job, Xavier, did such a good job,” you said as you adjusted yourself. You leaned in, your tongue now licking a strip up his abs and collecting his fluid. Xavier shifted, letting out a few cute noises at the slight tickling feeling which turned into a sharp gasp.

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, giving it a harsh suck as you cleaned it up. You didn’t remain there for long, popping off after a second. You just wanted to see him twitch from the sensitivity not actually work him towards another orgasm. With Xavier being somewhat clean you worked the harness off your body and tossed it to the ground of the room. It could be cleaned later, but for now your beautiful bunny needed you.

His legs had long since fallen from around your waist as you grabbed at his upper thighs, moving his body with you as you laid him on his side. You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss that he couldn’t even respond properly to. Instead of trying to get him to talk. You began pressing kisses on his forehead and cheeks, “Such a good boy for me, Xavie,” you murmured against him, smiling at how cute he looked. It took a couple of minutes before he seemed ready to respond, his eyes now tired and red.

“You good, Xavier?” you murmured as you adjusted him so he was securely wrapped up with you. His arms were around your waist and he dragged you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

“Ya…” he muttered out, making you smirk. He seemed to finally be coming back to his senses which meant he was going to be extra cuddly, probably not letting you go for the entire night.

“Alright good…you know I still need to clean you up,” you pointed out and Xavier’s grip on you tightened, holding you like a stuffed animal. It seemed like your observation was right, you were going to be trapped here. You let out a small sigh as you readily accepted your fate, your hands wrapping around him and relaxing into his body. He didn’t even get a chance to say anything else as his body fell into a gentle sleep, completely spent from the activities.

I would like to apologize if there's any typos in here. I really wanted to get this out before work but there's literally almost 8k words here and there's no way I'd be able to finish rereading the entire thing.

#loveanddeepspace #love and deepspace #Xavier Love and Deepspace #Lnds #Lnds Xavier #lnds x reader #x reader #reader insert #xavier x reader #l&ds #l&ds xavier #l&ds xavier x reader #lads x reader #lads xavier #lads xavier x reader #rabid rabbit hours

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potatoofdefiance · 2 months

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My two cents and a rant on the allegations and Good Omens

(I will probably regret this later)

This has been eating at me for a while now, ever since the news broke that Neil Gaiman was a sex pest (see infamous TERF-adjacent podcast by Tortoise media) and I have been consciously and unconsciously ruminating over it for weeks now, so here goes.

I think the news of Neil Gaiman hit me harder than I was expecting, and certainly harder than I would have liked.

I didn’t (and certainly do not now) consider myself a “true fan”. I was never a hard-core fan, one that goes to signings or book fairs or cons to meet my favourite author. Partly because I never latched that much on any of the authors of the books or movies I loved, and partly (maybe for the best now that I think about it) because I never had the money, or wasn’t located in a geographically favored area. Meaning I never lived anywhere near wherever events with Neil Gaiman were happening.

So, with all this in mind, how is it that the news managed to hit me so hard?

I thought (read: ruminated) about it, and I think it is because of Good Omens. And the latest times. In my life, and I think a good chunk of other people’s lives too, these last few years have been a roller-coaster. You choose which particular scenario the roller-coaster is set into; mine is on fire, running through a sea of shit and we are being slapped by gooey flaming eels hard in the face.

Maybe someone might enjoy this. That someone isn’t me.

But the point is: I have been struggling. With my life, with a mental health condition, with the world and my place in it.

Enter Good Omens. In an effort to actively expose myself to “nice” stuff, stuff that would, if not make me feel better, at least make me laugh, I started tapping more into the fandom.

I’m not a fandom person. Again, never latched onto anything that had a fandom big enough (where are the Ann Halam fans? No one is making cosplays of Sloe from Siberia, are they?).

But with Good Omens, it seemed perfect for me. I wasn’t invested so much, it didn’t make me feel like I was “lacking” something in order to be part of it. I just felt like I didn’t care enough to really be vulnerable to it, I felt like it could have been a nice innocuous hobby.

But that’s the point. Thinking it was innocuous made me let down my guard enough to actually fall in love with the fandom. Fall in love with those two weirdos of characters (which by the way, I’ll say this now: I think Aziraphale and Crowley as portrayed in the series are more a product of fans and Tennant and Sheen than they are a product of Gaiman and Pratchett. And this is not a bad thing per se, I think, but let’s give credit where credit is due).

And let me be clear: I gained so so much from joining the fandom. It has positively affected so many seemingly unrelated parts of my life, and I’m so grateful to so many kind strangers on the internet who have shared such wholesome art with me, and have gifted me so much, that even putting it into words is simply not enough to explain all of it.

And one of the results of this “wave of wholesomeness” is I also started following Gaiman more closely.

Like so many, I loved Coraline. Gaiman seemed a genuinely nice person. An old guy who had wisdom to share, and who seemed to be fascinatingly non-stereotypical? If that makes sense. What I mean is that he was everything my father warned me against. A goth, weird, a writer therefore an artist (and in my family we know artists are fools who end up on the street jobless and homeless). And yet, to me now he seemed such a normal guy. Yes maybe someone who enjoyed that fashion style, but otherwise very far away from the usual excess of a rockstar. Of course I was too young when he was at the peak of his rockstar years. English is not my first language, and when he was 40 I was in elementary school and just learning about him, and you know, they do not write about his fans passing out at signings or his groupies on the back cover of children’s books.

What I mean is that I didn’t have access to all the media and information about him.

So I start seemingly connecting to this writer, whose works I have enjoyed for the most part, and who seems such a nice guy in how he interacts with his fans and people in general. Such an inoffensive, kind person. And kind seemingly to everyone.

I started liking him. To the point where I remember telling my partner: you know, Neil Gaiman is someone I’d take a coffee with (which in Italian culture is one of the greatest honors one can give you. Having a coffee while sitting at a café and chat for hours is what good friends do).

So, in my mind he had a special place now. He was someone I started to admire and look up to.

And this is, I think, where it hurts. It hurts because even if I wasn’t personally victimized, I never met him, he never acted creepy with me, he doesn’t even know me, it still felt like I, as part of the fandom, had been used for his clout. And also, it hurts to feel like someone you trusted because of how they presented themselves has lied to you.

And on top of that: it is so fucking disrespectful. The fact he thought he could get away with it. With hurting so many people (one is one too many by the way), and causing so much pain, while also enjoying crowds of adoring fans, both online and in person.

I find it personally difficult to reconcile my love of the GO fandom with all of this right now. And I think it’s for a number of reasons.

Firstly because the silence of institutions and people around these facts has opened some old wounds and made me angry again towards a system that I perceive as hostile towards me and people like me who might be vulnerable.

What I mean is: I know that Gaiman is a powerful person, and a lot of people need to bring money home and are tied to contracts and what not (yeah I’m looking at our favorite two male presenting british actors here) and I understand it. I do. And this is exactly why this stuff makes me angry again. Angry at the whole shitty system we live in, where if you happen to be in some kind of power imbalance you might end up having to eat shit and shut up while witnessing violence against you or others and not being able to utter a word about it. This sucks. It makes me angry. It makes me angry that Michael Sheen, someone I like to believe would be among the first to shout “I BELIEVE THE VICTIMS” if he was talking to friends at a bar, likely has to shut up and play nicely because Darth Amazon has some fucking clause written in Braille somewhere that says he has to sacrifice his firstborn if he ever dares to suggest he doesn’t like anyone related to the franchise.

It makes me soooo angry that we stay in the dark, and we only know from those people who are brave, and powerful enough to speak up about something that (allegedly) has been known for fucking years in the writing community. That this person was a creep. That he was treating people, mainly women and non-binary folks, if not bad, at least poorly.

And you know, this makes me even more angry because I have been in such shitty situations too! I was a victim of a system where exploitation and borderline abuse were normalized in a work setting.

And it wakes something deep in me to read that “it was an open secret bla bla bla” and again: I understand why people set up whisper networks instead of taking these giants down. I understand it. It still makes me angry because I simply do not want to live in such systems. Systems where I’m either the sacrificial lamb or I’m the one tying it on the table, or handing the axe over to the butcher, or a witness who has no power to stop the suffering.

I don’t want to live in such a system. But I have to. In my real life. I have to put up with so much shit sometimes, shit that makes me feel like I cannot stand up for my values because hey, I need to pay the bills too. And Good Omens was one of those few things where I could escape a bit into an alternative reality, where everything could be a bit better.

And I’m sure the fandom is still like this for most of the fans. I have witnessed first-hand how supportive and cheerful this fandom can be.

For me though, it still makes me think of all this...tsunami of shit.

I want to be able to enjoy the silly fanart, the memes, the wait for season 3 again. But I can’t. I can’t because my brain does not work like that. Good Omens still means Neil Gaiman too much to me. And I cannot go around talking cheerfully about Good Omens while feeling like I’m feeding into the clout of someone who used their power to coerce vulnerable people. Because (and I might be wrong) it feels like the message I’m sending is: my comfort show/book is more important than your pain or your life. And I can’t. This is not the truth.

I feel for the victims. Probably I feel even more than it would be healthy for me, or normal. But I don’t know, I feel like I connect to them. Maybe because I’ve been a victim of abuse perpetrated in clear power-imbalanced relationships, or because I felt like nobody cared about me and my wellbeing for so long, that eventually I stopped caring too.

And it is bad. It’s dehumanizing to a point where you really start believing you don’t matter. Your wellbeing doesn’t matter. There are more important things.

Ok so, I don’t want the victims, the survivors, to feel like this. They matter. They matter to me because if there’s one thing that is going to re-ignate the sacred fire of defiance in me is being able to stop this self-feeding cycle of self-loathing and misery. You matter. We matter. Vulnerable people who have been hurt matter to me. If there is one thing we can do to resist these systems of oppression and these people who abuse their power, that thing is believing that the people they hurt matter. If not more, at least as much as them.

And the way I show myself and others that the victims and their lives matter to me is by distancing myself from Neil Gaiman and his works, at least for now.

I feel bad for people who might have found themselves unwillingly tied to all of this. I feel bad for Sheen and Tennant, for all the wonderful artists and craft-people who have put so much of their work and love in Good Omens and I don’t want to let them down.

My two cents are that season 3 will not be canceled if they see there’s enough traction, and definitely won’t be canceled unless fans start a crusade against it, which won’t happen most likely.

The fandom loves Tennant and Sheen too much, and these are too much nice people to really hold a grudge against them, so I don’t think it will be canceled.

I’m afraid we (I say “we” meaning everyone who loves Good Omens) will be “held hostage” by Gaiman in the sense that he knows season 3 is not going to happen without him, so it’s either “we” or the majority of “we” behave, or it’s not going to happen. Which again, I don’t think he would lose the opportunity to make some money, and he also has contract duties to fulfill, but it still is worth it for him to try to leverage his power.

I wanted to end this rant on a positive note, somehow. But I don't know exactly what to say. Recently one of the things that has brought me laughs and joy has been the Channel 4 series “We are Lady Parts”.

In one of the episodes they quote a very beautiful poem, which came back to mind when I was listening to Claire (the latest woman who has come forward with allegations) on the “Am I Broken” podcast.

The poem is Speak by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, I will paste the version from the show, because I think it’s very powerful and beautiful.

Speak, for your two lips are free Speak, for your tongue is still your own This straight body still is yours. Speak, your life is still your own.

See how in the blacksmith’s forge flames leap high and steel glows red, padlocks opening wide their jaws. Every chain’s embrace outspread.

Time enough is this brief hour Until body and tongue lie dead. Speak, for truth is living yet. Speak, whatever must be said.

#neil gaiman #good omens #tw abuse mention

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qiupachups · 11 months

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miles.g / wiles

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 👾💭

contents: general hcs, mention of his father’s death, i call 42-miles ‘wiles’, me sorta bullying him

a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown i’m finally posting my hcs. :3c (they’ve been sitting here since july)

Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.

Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.

Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.

... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.

Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!

A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.

Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where he’s often absent.

However, if he’s in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a ‘C’ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. What’s not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.

Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wiles’ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjects’ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.

Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. He’d be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.

Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. That’s a no brainer; he was fourteen— a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.

Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamí braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas aren’t that bad on the second watch.

Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). He’d love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamí and dad to see.

However, the christmas after Jefferson’s passing felt… empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.

After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that you’d know, of course— he intends to take that to the grave. But there’s also a deeper, darker secret… he can’t rap to save his life.

An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.

Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wiles’ 12th birthday, words couldn’t describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.

The shirt’s first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching ‘remove paint on shirt hacks’ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.

Wiles isn’t the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing… jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.

A secret lil’ side project: he’s trying and failing to replicate Jefferson’s mac ‘n cheese. It wasn’t the best, but it was his. Something’s always off when Wiles makes it and he’s not quite sure what.

Sure, cooking isn’t that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and it’s endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamí.

But, mamí didn’t raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky ‘!Feliz Cumple!’ written in too-sweet icing.

Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shit’s like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wiles’ skin crawl.

Luckily, he’s got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklyn’s more than enough.

a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this… erm. disjointed mess.

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thebunnednun · 5 months

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Chapter 2)

Picking up from the first chapter.

Art by @xuchuan25

Backstory:

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a badass, sweetheart. Sexy, cool, and confident, with a reputation that precedes you. Been friends with the stoic man for eons by now.

Everyone knows you or knows of you, and it's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine.

So what happens when you develop feelings for your old friend and boss?

What does he do when he comes home to find you in his room without your panties?

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"Perona, my dear, would you care to assist me in preparing afternoon tea?" you asked, a smile playing on your lips. The warmth of spring beckoned, and you longed to savor the pleasant weather before the bugs emerged to disturb your tranquility. Perona's enthusiastic nod was all the confirmation you needed before she darted inside, unable to contain her excitement.

Chuckling at her exuberance, you called out, "Zoro will be joining us later!~"

Unbeknownst to you, both Mihawk and Perona stiffened at the mention of Zoro's arrival. Mihawk sighed, realizing that you had withheld this information from him, likely as a response to his perceived slight at breakfast. Meanwhile, Perona squealed with delight at the prospect of her old roommate and friend joining them at the castle once more.

As the time for afternoon tea drew near, you immersed yourself in preparations, meticulously arranging an assortment of pastries and tea cakes on a delicate china platter. Perona flitted about eagerly, her pink hair trailing behind her like a vibrant ribbon as she eagerly helped set the table.

Caught in the whirlwind of activity, your mind couldn't help but wander back to the intriguing interaction you had shared with Mihawk over breakfast. Despite your best efforts to focus on the task at hand, his enigmatic presence lingered in your thoughts, his piercing gaze and subtle gestures haunting your every waking moment.

'The fucker could've at least asked for a bite.'

At that moment, you couldn't help but acknowledge that you were indeed caught in the throes of infatuation. (COugh*DOwn bad*CoUgh)

'He's definitely an odd one, no doubt about it. But hey, who isn't a little quirky?' You offered this casual remark, trying to downplay the deeper thoughts swirling in your mind.

As you gazed off into the distance, your mind wandered to him, the man you had known for so long. The memory of his biceps curling and the sight of his broad shoulders made you smile, evoking feelings you only allowed yourself to entertain in the quiet solitude of the night.

As you put the finishing touches on the spread, the sound of footsteps reverberated through the halls, signaling Zoro's arrival. Turning to greet him, a warm smile graced your lips, and your heart fluttered at the sight of the rugged swordsman. With open arms, you welcomed him into a hug, feeling his shy reciprocation, careful not to squeeze too tightly.

"Hey, [Name]," Zoro greeted you, his voice gruff yet oddly comforting. "Perona mentioned tea. Mind if I join?"

You chuckled at his straightforwardness, gesturing for him to take a seat at the outside table. "Of course not, Zoro. You're always welcome here," you replied warmly, pouring him a cup of tea, with just a hint of wine, as he settled into his seat.

As you all sat down to enjoy the afternoon together, you couldn't ignore the tension in the air, a palpable energy crackling between you and Zoro. Catching your eye, he offered a small smile, his lips twitching in a silent toast as he raised his cup.

"Here's to unexpected reunions," Zoro said, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

Raising your own cup in response, you felt the warmth of the tea soothing your frayed nerves. "To unexpected reunions," you echoed softly, taking a sip as you let the moment wash over you.

But just as you settled into the comfortable silence, the sound of footsteps broke through the tranquility, signaling Mihawk's arrival. Glancing up, you found him standing in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you with a curious intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ah, [Name], I see you've already begun tea," Mihawk remarked, his voice smooth as silk as he crossed the room to join you at the table. "Mind if I join you?"

You smiled sweetly at the old eagle. "Of course, ‘Master’ Mihawk," you replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Do forgive me, I didn’t notice you had already risen from your morning nap.” He rolled his eyes but approached the table and took a seat next to you and Perona as you poured him a cup of wine.

As the four of you sat down to enjoy tea together, you couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in the middle of a brewing storm. With Zoro on one side and Mihawk on the other, you found yourself torn between two worlds, each pulling you in a different direction.

But as the conversation flowed and laughter filled the air, a sense of peace settled over you. In that moment, regardless of what the future held, you cherished these fleeting moments of happiness. It almost made you miss life on the sea. When was the last time you had even traveled back home to your island?

With the sun climbing higher into the sky, warming the castle grounds, gratitude filled you for the unexpected reunions and the bonds that held you together, even in the face of uncertainty.

"So, Zoro, are you still as hopeless with directions as ever?" Perona teased, her tone laced with playful sarcasm as she shot a pointed glance at the moss-head swordsman. Zoro scowled in response, his jaw tensing as he bristled at the jab. "I'll have you know, I've improved significantly since our last encounter," he retorted, annoyance dripping from his voice.

Perona rolled her eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she leaned back in her chair. "Oh, please. We both know you'd be lost even with a map and a compass," she shot back, her tone teasing yet strangely affectionate.

The exchange between the two quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, with insults flying back and forth like daggers in the air. You watched with amusement as they bickered like siblings, their banter a familiar melody that echoed through the room. It was sweet, sitting there and exchanging glances with Mihawk over the wards as they traded insults.

Almost as if you were parents.

"Enough, you two," Mihawk interjected, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "We're here to enjoy tea, not engage in petty squabbles."

Perona and Zoro fell silent at his reprimand, casting sheepish glances at each other before reluctantly conceding defeat. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, grateful for the brief moment of respite from the chaos that often surrounded you.

Placing a hand on Mihawk's bicept, you smiled at the two, causing them to perk back up and resume the conversation. When you retrieved your hand to offer more tea, Mihawk missed the soft warmth it provided.

As the afternoon wore on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, with Perona regaling Zoro all with tales of her adventures on Thriller Bark and Zoro recounting his latest training sessions with Luffy and the rest of the crew. Despite the occasional disagreement, the four of you found common ground and shared a rather good lunch together.

With a smile on your face and warmth in your heart, you raised your cup in a silent toast to the bonds that held you together, stronger than steel and unbreakable as the dawn.

As the afternoon tea concluded, you and Mihawk found yourselves facing a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen. With a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work, Mihawk joining you without hesitation.

As you scrubbed and rinsed, the sound of laughter drifted in from the adjacent room, where Zoro and Perona were engaged in their own conversation. You couldn't help but smile at the familiar sound, grateful for the moments of camaraderie that you shared with your friends.

"Looks like they're getting along," you remarked, glancing over at Mihawk as you handed him a plate to dry.

Mihawk nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed. It's good to see them catching up," he replied, his voice soft with genuine affection.

The two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm as you worked, the silence punctuated only by the occasional clink of dishes and the sound of water running in the sink. Despite the mundane task at hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you in Mihawk's presence.

As you finished the last of the dishes, you wiped your hands on a towel and turned to Mihawk with a grateful smile. "Thanks for helping out," you said, sincerity shining in your voice.

Mihawk nodded in response, his gaze meeting yours with a gentle warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. "Of course. Anything for you, my dear," he replied, his voice low and content. Even after living together and having known him for more than half your life you never fully got over the effect his eyes had on you.

You felt your cheeks heat at his words, a fluttering sensation stirring in the pit of your stomach. Mihawk was leaning down to your height and dangerously close to your face. Before you could respond, however, the sound of footsteps interrupted the moment, and Zoro and Perona entered the kitchen, their laughter echoing off the walls.

"Looks like we're just in time," Zoro remarked, flashing you a grin as he grabbed a towel and joined Mihawk at the sink. You tore away from each other like parents caught having a moment alone.

"So nice to see mother and father getting along!~"

You both shot them a playful death glare before using your best 'motherly' voice. "Young man, there's dishes in this sink with your name on them!" Zoro resorted to a barking laugh and you caught the tiniest upturn of Mihawks lips before he turned his attention to the wine glasses.

Perona rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a hint of fondness in her gaze as she watched the scene unfold. "Typical men, leaving all the work to us," she teased, nudging you with her elbow.

You chuckled in response, grateful for the distraction as you helped Zoro and Mihawk finish drying the dishes. Despite the chaos of the day, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you as you worked side by side with your friends, the bonds of friendship stronger than ever.

As the dishes were being dried, Mihawk cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I have an announcement to make," he began, his voice commanding the room's attention.

"I will be leaving on a mission again soon. [Name], I trust you to take care of everything while I am away."

You felt a pang of sadness at the news, knowing that you would miss Mihawk's presence in the castle. However, you quickly masked your emotions with your usual flirty and sassy demeanor, offering him a playful smirk.

"Don't worry, Mihawk. I'll throw you a big surprise party for your return," you replied, your voice dripping with confidence. The old eagle grimace at the thought of company and flashed you a hot warning with his eyes before he nodded and took Zoro with him to the shoreline to prepare his boat, leaving you alone with Perona.

As soon as Mihawk and Zoro left, you excused yourself from the kitchen, slipping away quietly to pack Mihawk's bags. Alone in his chambers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you as you folded his clothes and packed his belongings. You knew that there were some nights before where you snuck into his chambers to sleep.

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Perona approached you with a knowing look in her eyes. "You seem a little sad," she remarked, her voice soft with concern. You shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to brush off her observation. "It's nothing," you replied, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired, that's all."

Perona raised an eyebrow skeptically but didn't press the matter further. Instead, she changed the subject, her thoughts drifting to the unspoken feelings between you and Mihawk. "You know, I can tell that you have feelings for him," she said quietly, her gaze searching for you for confirmation.

You felt your ears flush at her words, but you quickly composed yourself, determined not to let your emotions get the best of you. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you replied coyly, hoping to deflect her suspicions.

You paused, considering her question carefully. It wasn't that you didn't want to give Perona an honest answer; rather, you found yourself grappling with the complexity of your emotions. After all, your feelings for each of them were unique and multifaceted.

You cherished Perona like a daughter, reveling in the opportunity to care for her and nurture her like your own. And when Zoro stayed over, you found joy in fussing over him, listening eagerly as he regaled you with tales of his friends and adventures. Even Mihawk, with his reserved demeanor, always held a special place in your heart.

Despite his lack of overt romantic gestures, you appreciated the thoughtfulness he always extended toward you, from opening his home to you to allowing you the freedom to make it your own.

As you glanced back at Perona, who sat contentedly with her stuffed bear, your gaze shifted to the black luggage you were arranging. The scene struck you with a pang of familiarity, reminiscent of a wife preparing for her husband's business trip.

It was a peculiar feeling, one that stirred a mixture of emotions within you, leaving you pondering the complexities of your relationships with each of them.

The evening wore on, everyone reconvened for dinner, the atmosphere filled with lively chatter and laughter. Mihawk checked in on you periodically throughout the meal, but you played it off like everything was fine, masking your true feelings behind a facade of confidence and composure.

After desert, Perona and Zoro excused themselves, heading to the drawing room to play games before inevitably dozing off on the sofa. You and Mihawk remained behind, clearing away the remnants of dinner before joining them in the drawing room.

Upon entering, you found Perona and Zoro fast asleep, their heads resting against each other, a faint smile on their faces. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, the warmth of the fire casting a golden hue over the room.

With a soft smile, you removed your shawl and draped it over them, tucking them in gently before turning to Mihawk. He nodded in silent agreement and set about adding more logs to the fire, casting a warm glow over the room.

Together, you quietly retreat to the staircase, and Mihawk paused for a moment, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the otherwise silent castle. It was then that Mihawk broke the silence, his voice soft and filled with concern.

"[Name], are you really okay?" he asked, stopping at your bedroom door. His hand gently reaching out to touch your forehead before cupping your cheek for a fleeting moment. "You barely touched your supper."

You met his burning gaze, finding solace in the warmth of his touch and the genuine concern in his eyes. With a small nod, you offered a faint smile, silently appreciating the comfort he provided in the midst of your inner turmoil.

The way he made you feel naked and bare while fully clothed will always be a wonder to you.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'm fine, Mihawk. Just a bit tired," you replied, grateful for his concern. His approach was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism.

Taking this as you feeling cold, Mihawk placed his jacket over your shoulders before tipping your jaw towards him once more.

"Goodnight, [Name]. Sweet dreams and sleep well," his voice was low and smooth, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. It was a routine you had grown accustomed to over the years, yet it never failed to make you feel like royalty, like the most cherished person in the world.

"Goodnight, old friend," you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched him retreat to his chambers.

Once he was out of sight, you hurried into your room, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Leaning against the cool wood, you took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart. The encounter had left you feeling breathless and exhilarated, your mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions.

With trembling fingers, you pressed your hand against your chest, trying to steady the erratic beating of your heart. It was moments like these that made you acutely aware of the depth of your feelings for him, feelings you had long tried to suppress.

But as you stood there in the quiet of your room, the realization washed over you like a tidal wave. You were hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him, and there was no denying it any longer.

Feeling overwhelmed, you sank to the floor, your head spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. You pressed your palms against your cheeks, trying to calm the heat that flushed your skin.

Despite your best efforts to push the thoughts aside, they lingered, refusing to be ignored. You knew you couldn't keep hiding from your feelings, couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't. However, you didn't know what would become of your bestfriend if you let your emotions take control.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up from the floor, determined to ignore your emotions head-on. But for now, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability, a moment to acknowledge the depth of your longing before steeling yourself for what lay ahead.

Because deep down, your heart aches at the thought of Mihawk leaving again, and you couldn't help but wonder if he would ever truly understand the depth of your feelings for him.

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whatitsdecending · 3 months

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Nazareth

(III x Reader)

DISCLAIMER: this series will be a dark romance, there will be heavy themes and I do not suggest reading if you’re not into this kind of thing! Remember, this is fiction.

Word Count: 3.3k

Falling back into the world of dating after years out of it, you find yourself in a situation that wasn’t ideal but somehow still worked for you. As weeks go by you’re facing the disparity of being ghosted by hopeful dates, leaving you wondering what the issue might be. And once you find out, you can’t help to wonder if the danger really is a danger after all.

Content warning: smut, praise kink, rougher sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, mentions of bad relationships, uneasy feelings

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You stared across the table at the man who accompanied you. His long and slender fingers danced around as his hands waved with each word he spoke, putting some emphasis on the small details of himself that he told you. He was kind and handsome, had a smile that lit up the room around the two of you and knew just how to sneak a joke in without making anything weird.

This man was the first date you’ve gone out on in years since your last relationship. To say you were nervous was a bit of an understatement; you were terrified. Despite keeping a smile on your face and holding a conversation, you felt like you were going to explode. This man was so kind and putting in a wonderful effort for this date, so why are past memories overwhelming you?

“You alright?” His thick British accent laced around your thoughts and had you blinking back to reality. “I didn’t bore you with my instruments, did I?”

You gave him a smile. “No, not at all! I kinda got distracted, that’s all.” He nodded to your response and took a sip from his wine glass, his eyes noting the slight tremble of your hand as you picked at your food.

“Am I making you nervous?” He whispered, a warm sound that encapsulated you.

“No, not you. Just…”

“Being on a date?” He finished your thought.

You nodded. “Precisely.”

“I get how you feel.” He leaned back in the chair. “It’s been a few years for me, between traveling for work and all I haven’t had much time. And to be honest, I still don’t have much time.”

“I see. Did you just come here for a free meal then?” He cocked his brow at you, and it made you regret saying that. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s alright.” He gave you a kind smile and put some more of the alfredo you had made onto his plate. “This is delicious, by the way. Did you come up with the recipe?”

You shook your head. “No, it was my nana’s. She gave it to me because I loved it so much.” He nodded again, shoving a forkful of the pasta into his mouth to make you giggle. “I guess you love it as much as I do.”

Were you dumb for inviting a stranger over to your apartment for a date? Possibly. It was the only option, since this date was planned earlier today and it was easier for you to make dinner than trying to find a restaurant that had some availability. But III never gave you a vibe that made your gut scream at you for inviting him over, it was risky but worth it.

After you both were done, you gathered the dishes and brought them into the kitchen. You always thanked your nana for being a smart woman and making this a one-pan recipe, it made cleaning up so much easier.

“Y/N, where is your bathroom?” III asked you as you set the plates down on the counter.

“It’ll be down the hallway, second door on the right.” You pointed to the hall, and he nodded and walked off. You worked on the dishes, humming the tune you had stuck in your head all day.

After you finished cleaning up, you realized he hadn’t come back, so you peaked your head into the hallway and noticed him observing the art on the walls.

“You okay?” You asked, coming to stand next to him. He was very tall and towered over you which made it hard not to laugh each time he had to look down so much to make eye contact with you.

“Yes I’m fine. Did you paint this?” He gestured to the art on the wall, the vibrant colors splattered around the canvas and yet despite the messy nature of it, the depiction of a woman holding a heart in her hands was easy to see.

“I didn’t. I got it at a flea market.”

“Ah. Thought you would have something interesting about you.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow.

You faked offense and slapped him lightly on his forearm. “I’ll have you know, I’m quite an interesting person.” You wrapped your arm around his and tugged him to the living room, where you’d made sure your most comfortable pillows and blankets were laid out on the couch. “I do have quite the movie collection.” III stared at the bookcase you had full of different DVDs, all in ABC order as you could not stand being unorganized.

“Actually, I think this just makes you a nerd.” He says as he skimmed over the different movies.

“Says the musician.” You smirked from where you now sat on the couch, a pillow propped under your arm as you watched him. “Pick one out and we can watch it.” He threw a glance at you over his shoulder before pulling a random movie from the shelf in front of him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the face he made when he realized it was Mean Girls. “What the fuck are the chances?”

“Great pick. I’ll grab the wine.”

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After almost two hours of sipping through an entire bottle of wine and III cracking up each time you quoted the movie, you two laid back against the cushions of the couch talking about whatever spilled from your mouths.

You learned a lot about him and even heard the ridiculous stories of his band mates and crew while they toured. And he learned about how you almost ended up in jail after beating up a man at a club.

You forgot how much you talk when drunk on wine, it was clear he was happy you were talking a lot more than you were before.

Your legs rested on his and he gently massaged your calves while you talked, a gesture you didn’t realize you needed until now. It relaxed you and with the wine in your system, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

“You look quite relaxed.” III said, his large hand resting against the bare skin of your calf. You gave him a small “hmm” in response and he smiled at you. “Would you like me to leave so you can get to bed?” He made to move your legs from his lap but you grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Don’t leave.” The sound that came from you was as pathetic as it could possibly get and you winced at the tone. “Sorry, I just…” You stared at him hoping he’d might help you finish the sentence, but he only raised his brow and waited for you to continue. “I haven’t had sex in years.” It blurted out of you faster than you thought, not even giving yourself a chance to think of another excuse.

III just stared at you, his eyes wide at the confession that spilled from you. Your heart pounded in your chest as it felt like the minutes dragged by. You soon started to regret it, was about to get up and let him out the door like a good host… until he finally spoke.

“C’mere.” He patted his thigh and you were climbing over in an instant, straddling his lap and resting your hands on his shoulders. You’d never been like this, not even with your ex. You always shied away from being this confident in your need for sex, and quite frankly, the wine was increasing your confidence tenfold.

“I personally did not see the night going this way, but,” he said as he ran his hands along your bare thighs, the coolness of his rings sending a shiver down your spine. “With a beautiful woman like you, I could never resist.” His hands rested on your hips and he pulled you against him more than you already were, feeling the growing hardness against your wetting core. “Already wet, love? It truly has been a while for you.”

You whimpered as he adjusted himself on the couch, letting the friction of his jeans against your core make you shudder. “Don’t be gentle with me.”

He pulled your face close to his, to the point where your lips were barely a millimeter away from connecting. “You haven’t been fucked in a long time, love. I’ll start slow and if you still want me to be rough, then you make it known.”

You nodded a response, watching the glimmer in his eyes as they flicked to your lips. In a moment, his lips were pressed to yours; soft, warm, and addictive.

You wrapped your fingers into the longer strands of his hair as you deepened the kiss, feeling the warmth of his tongue as he slipped it over your bottom lip and you parted them so he could slip it inside. He tasted delicious, the hint of red wine still on his tongue as it moved in sync with yours.

You knew it was dangerous moving so quick to this with him but you did not care.

His fingers gripped tightly to your ass that was now exposed after he’d pulled the skirt of your dress up around your hips. He pulled away from your lips and looked at the panties you wore, smirking as he glanced back up at you. “I noticed you eyeing my hands the entire night.”

A blush crept across your cheeks and he placed a kiss on either side. “Didn’t realize I was so obvious.” He chuckled and placed another against the tip of your nose.

“Do you want to know how they feel in you?” A thrill ran through you as he traced his thumb across your lips, and your core was damn near soaked by his words. You nodded and moved to lay down, but his hands kept you pinned to his lap. “No, you’re gonna stay right here.”

“You’re going to finger me like this?” You questioned as his hand trailed between your thighs, a moan escaping your lips as he ran a finger across the damped material of your panties.

“No, love.” He made quick work of moving the fabric to the side and gathering up your slick along his fingers. “You’re going to ride them.” Riding his fingers? Now this was something new for you, but the thought of it made you shiver in anticipation.

III took his middle finger and teased your entrance, earning a whine and then a gasp as he inserted his finger into you. It went in far, further than anyone’s and certainly your own. He waited until you were settled, watching your expression as he placed his palm on top of your clit and put pressure on it.

“Oh fuck.” You whispered.

“Start moving, love. Be a good girl and move those hips, and I might just add another finger for you.” You nodded and began rolling your hips a bit, easing back into a motion you knew how to do but just hadn't done it in a while. “Good… just like that.” The pressure of his palm against your clit as you rolled your hips was so, so good.

It wasn’t long until you were able to regain that confidence from earlier and rode his hand. You were a moaning mess, leaned against his chest and your fingers tangled deep into his hair. III nodded slightly and before you knew it, he slipped another finger into the mix and the pleasure increased.

The roughness of his palm against your clit was on the verge of sending you over the edge, but it was just not enough. “I-I’m close.” You say. He just nodded again and this time you felt him curl his fingers in you, hitting that spot that almost seemed like a myth most of the time. That, on top of the stimulation of your clit had you screaming your orgasm out. Your legs shook while III kept his fingers in the same place, letting you cum all over them.

Once you came down from that high, you just about whined when he removed his fingers from you and inserted them into his mouth. He licked up every last drop and hummed his approval. “You taste delicious, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. “But now, I want you on your hands and knees.”

You did exactly what he asked, removing yourself from his lap and letting him stand, taking his spot and doing what he told you to do. You sat there with your drenched core exposed, waiting for another instruction from him until you felt his hands on your ass.

“Would you still like it rough?” He asked from behind you and the sound of his buckle being undone made your ears perk up.

“I think I was good enough to deserve it, don’t you?” A glance over your shoulder revealed III with his briefs that barely held back his cock. Another kind of desire rippled through you, the desire for this man to fuck the ever living shit out of you.

The darkness that engulfed his eyes was enough to tell you that he saw the desire in yours.

“Yes, Y/N. You were good.” His voice was low and gravely now, it had your senses telling you to run but you didn’t. You wanted this, you wanted him, no matter how it ends up being. “You’re going to take all of me now, and I want you to be loud enough that your neighbors remember my name. Got it?” His hand trailed along your throat waiting for you to respond.

“I got it.” You say, turning your head back around and waiting.

It wasn’t long until you felt the head of his cock run along your wet folds, sending another shiver through you as it grazed over your sensitive clit. He teased your entrance, enough for you to glance back at him and give him a long glare.

“Just what I wanted to see.” He said and guided his cock into you, the feeling of being filled up by his long shaft had you gripping the cushions tight. “Good…” he purred, pressing his hand on your lower back as he slowly adjusted you to his size. “I knew you would do so good, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” It was a small whimper that came from you as he bottomed out. His hand pushed your hair to the side and he leaned against you, the movement making you moan as his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Good,” he paused to kissed your neck. “Girl.” His hand wrapped around your hair and pulled, snapping your head back and sending a wave of pleasure through you. “Oh you like that, don’t you?” His lips caressed the soft skin of your earlobe, nipping at it as he moved his hips. He slowly rolled out of you, a groan leaving your lips as it stretched you even more. Before he fully pulled out, he snapped his hips back into you, the motion sending you grabbing for the cushion as you shot forward.

He softened the grip on your hair. “Too much?” He asked.

“No.” You say. “Keep that up.” III once again gripped your hair tightly, his other hand resting on the flat of your back and he began to snap his hips once more.

Your eyes were practically rolling to the back of your skull as he fucked you. You’d never been the type to like it this way, always submitted onto your back and riding your ex when he told you to. But not once did he fuck you like this, so drunk over the feeling of his cock that you were almost drooling.

You didn’t realize that his name was spilling off your tongue until he mentioned it. “That’s what I like to hear.” His voice was breathy, a whine coming deep from his chest as he spoke. That you didn’t know you liked either.

That tightening in your stomach grew again as he hit that magical spot each time with his cock. The noises of pure filth that filled the room were aiding to that feeling, his moans mixing with yours as skin slapped skin… you were addicted.

“Are you on any contraceptives?” He asked. You nodded, unable to form words at the moment. “Good. Can I cum in you then, love?” Usually you refused and asked for them to pull out, but something felt different, you felt different and a little more free than you had before in your sex life.

“Please do it.” You managed to moan out. His pace quickened and you could feel his cock begin to twitch inside you, his release just as close as yours. His hand that was resting on your back reached around your hip and his fingers drew quick circles on your clit, making that tight feeling quickly intensify.

In a few seconds you were screaming his name as your orgasm rattled your bones, your knuckles going white as you gripped the cushions tight. III wasn’t far behind you as you felt him release just as the height of your orgasm settled.

You struggled to keep yourself upright but he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you close to his chest, the heaving breaths from the two of you being the only sound in the room.

“I’m gonna get a towel to clean you up.” He whispered, kissing your head and pulling away from you. The loss of the connection between your bodies had you sinking into the couch, sprawling yourself against the cushions as you waited for him.

III came back with a warm cloth and cleaned you up, making sure to be gentle around your swollen clit as you shuddered with each touch. You were so exhausted from everything that your eyes were already closing as he went to grab you some water.

He placed the glass of water next to you and draped a blanket over your body. You forced your eyes open and noticed he’d already put his clothes back on.

“You’re not staying?” A subtle ache pulled at your heart.

“I’m sorry, love. I wish I could.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead. “We should do this again sometime, though. Whenever you want to get off.”

You sat up. “What do you mean?”

He gave you a soft smile. “I personally cannot have a full blown relationship right now, but I’d still want to see you and have sex every so often.”

You raised a brow. “Like friends with benefits?”

“Precisely.” He says, tracing the pattern of the blanket with his finger. “I don’t want to lead you on though.”

“You won’t, especially now that you made your intentions clear.” You say and grabbed ahold of his hand. “I’m all for the friends with benefits thing.”

He smiled broadly and gave your hand a quick kiss. “I once again apologize for not sticking around all night.” He stood and gathered his things. “Text me when you’re awake, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” You watched as he walked away, the sound of your front door closing had you standing to go lock it.

You wobbled on your unstable legs as you walked to the bathroom, knowing it’d probably be best to shower before passing out. The water was warm and soothing on your aching body, the soreness from the rough sex already seeping in and taking over your muscles.

You wrapped yourself in the soft robe and climbed into bed, sighing deeply as you relaxed into the plush mattress. A strange feeling prickled on your neck, the feeling of being watched. It took everything in you to roll over and face the window where the feeling came from.

Nothing.

Only the soft light of the street lamps below was visible and the only shape you could make out was the ladder of the fire escape. Same old surroundings, nothing out of place.

So you let the darkness begin to embrace you once more, and your eyes fell shut, a heavy sleep drawing you in.

tag-list: @sacredthefran @concretecultist

#sleep token #sleep token iii #dark romance #fiction

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kairiscorner · 1 year

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my art teacher and last year bio teacher inspired me to do this (and ofc @binibinileonara did too, as always <333)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x gn!reader (teacher au)

hunched over at his desk, busy checking and encircling items quickly with his red pen as his hazel brown eyes scanned the page for the answers written by the students in all kinds of handwriting. he sighed as he shook his head, the test he gave the students were probably way too hard... or these kids were always lying whenever he'd ask them if they understood what he was saying.

"what are these kids even putting on the blanks spaces? i'm surprised their brains are better teachers than me–coming up with their own answers..." he muttered under his breath as he kept encircling the answers on one whole page for this one student's paper. as he felt his eyes drooping from the fatigue he got from the amount of incorrect answers he had to correct, he also felt a light tap on his shoulder. he turned his head wearily to look at the one who tapped his shoulder, coming face to face with your beaming face. "oh, miguel, you okay?" you asked him with a gentle voice as miguel nodded, groaning slightly under his breath as he did; he was okay physically, but emotionally, he was incredibly dejected and disappointed by his students' performance in his tests.

"lemme guess, your students breezed through your quizzes again?" you asked him with a sympathetic grin as miguel nodded weakly again. "they can't even bring themselves to put out any effort for my sake. i spend countless hours being wide awake at 2 AM, triple checking my quizzes to make sure it's just right for them–not too easy that i'll get questioned by the admins if i'm taking my job seriously, but not too hard that they're plotting to give me a bad rating for the evaluation to get back at me. it's... so difficult." he said with a sigh as he shook his head, trying to shake the sleepiness from his all-nighters away. you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping that you could help him in any way–you and miguel were in different departments, with you being an elementary art teacher and him being a high school biology teacher.

it was much easier for you since the kids in your class were very fond of your bright, bubbly personality and your open-mindedness when it came to art; the kids assigned to you were also very obedient and would strive hard to impress you, to make you proud. meanwhile, miguel's class was harder to manage since he was dealing with hormonal teenagers that think they know everything they've doing. you pitied him so badly, the kids he was handling were seriously not gonna give him a break and at least make his job a bit easier by listening. "sorry, mig..." "it's fine, it's fine, i'll... test them again this week. that extra unscheduled quiz and printing costs will come out of my paycheck, sure, but i need to make sure they understand what i'm saying." he said with a sigh as you moved your chair closer to him.

you placed your hand over miguel's that was clutching the red pen and lightly gripped it. he looked up at you in response to your touch and widened his eyes at the fact you were touching him. "what?" he asked you with a quizzical look in his eyes, reflecting the bright, beaming shine in your own eyes. "if you ever need any help with these kids, ever need someone to listen to you, i'm here for you, miggy–from one teacher to another." you said with a sweet smile, which made miguel's face contort into one of surprise. his face heated up at your kind words, with him nodding hurriedly and facing away from you–his face growing ever more flustered as he dwelled on your words. "um... thank you, a lot." he said with a hushed, flustered voice.

"i know a few therapeutic art techniques, i'm gonna teach the students about that for the next few weeks–wanna try them with me?" you asked him, hoping he'd agree. surprisingly, your hopeful wish was heard and granted–miguel looked at you, and with a slight, bashful grin, he told you, "sure. i haven't done anything creative for... a good long while in my life. it might just help with the stress and migraines i've been getting lately. um, hit me up? if you're, y'know, gonna start. that is what they say nowadays, right? 'hit me up'?" he asked you awkwardly as your stifled laugh when he said those three words exploded into peals of laughter at him being confused about gen z jargon.

miguel chuckled slightly to himself at his little blunder, but his chuckle of embarrassment then became one of fluster as you offered to help him check the heaps of test papers he had piled up. miguel didn't know what he did to deserve such a sweet, caring friend like you–with more patience than he could ever muster in his whole lifetime. if you would have him, maybe... he could take you out sometime and help you forget about computing grades and checking papers for one night?

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @melovetitties @arachnoia @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @simsrandomstuff @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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lbulldesigns · 5 months

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AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year long friendship?

Posted 18th of May, 2021

I (18 M) need some outside opinions.

Background information. I have been best friends with Pow (18 F) since we were six, I first met her when my Godfather Benny introduced me to his best friend's newly adopted daughters. Both girls had been in the foster system for nearly a year after their parents died, and were lucky enough to get adopted out by their Godfather Van after he was able to track them down and prove to the courts and children's services that he was a safe option.

At first, I was a little intimidated by the older sister, we'll call her Daisy (she's named after a flower and I don't think she'll appreciate me using her real name) because she seemed angry at everyone but quickly put on a friendlier face when she saw how nervous I was.

When I saw Pow, I felt an instant attraction to her (not romantically, I was just interested in how pretty her blue hair was) and ended up spending our first encounter trying to get her to open up and talk to me. She was traumatized by the past year and had turned silent as a result. I felt so proud when I finally got her to smile and giggle, we became thick as thieves afterward, she was my best friend.

We shared everything together, our interest in academics, such as art, mathematics, video games, dancing, robotics, computers, and later DND.

There were some things we did separately. Pow competed in gymnastics, and I would take part in skateboarding competitions. And without fail always came to each other's thing to show our support.

Pow had some difficulties with her older brother Lo (fake name), he constantly took his frustrations out on her and everyone pretty much gave up on him ever getting a clue and stopping. So, we all tried to get Pow to stand up for herself, we figured if she stood up to her "bully" then he would learn to back off. However, Pow was a shy one and never spoke up for herself. As a result, she was hesitant around others and had difficulty making any friends outside of myself.

This became more apparent once we got to high school. We had a few classes away from each other and in these classes, I made some new friends, from there I got convinced to join the basketball team when some of my new friends told me it could help with my college perspectives. In lieu I convinced Pow to try out for the cheerleading squad, as per my new friends' advice, I made it onto the basketball team but Pow didn't make it onto the squad which I was surprised by because she's a pretty decent dancer.

Because I was on the basketball team, I wasn't able to participate in most of the same clubs as Pow and ended up moving on from these interests to focus more on my future, which is understandable because I can't spend every day playing make-believe anymore.

Pow was set in her ways however and seemed to want to continue playing make-believe and seemed determined to hate my new friends. She constantly avoided them and would rather sit alone during lunch than hang around me when they were around, she would always get a sour look on her face whenever they were around me (which was a lot of the time) and would decline invitations to hang out with them, she made no effort to get to know them properly and this hurt. But I still persisted with our friendship because, despite everything, I do care for her.

And then I met my now GF Kara (not her real name), Kara is sweet and funny, she writes me poems and little love notes with cute little love hearts and takes her academic future seriously. She has been trying to convince me that my friendship with Pow is toxic and understands why I couldn't just end the friendship but says that I wouldn't be the bad guy if I did.

I would get uncomfortable whenever she brought this up, but more and more recently I began to see things from Kara's perspective, albeit guiltily. I brought up my concerns with Daisy and her GF, and they were convinced that Pow is probably a bit possessive considering their own problems with her. Pow hates Cat (the GF) and even made her cry after Cat made an offhanded comment about law enforcement that seemed to trigger her. Daisy promised to speak to Pow about everything after everything between them had cooled down, she and Daisy got into a massive blowup about making Cat cry, something that Cat was feeling seriously guilty about.

So, when, three days after Kara and I decided to become official, Pow pulled me aside during lunch and confessed that she "loved me" and didn't want to just be friends anymore. I lost it.

I actually shouted at her in the middle of the lunch crowd and shamed her in front of the whole school. I called her a "possessive psychopath" who can't let anyone be happy, she pretended to look confused and asked what I was talking about, and I reminded her I was in a relationship as in I have a girlfriend. She managed to conjure up some tears and said that she didn't know, but I wasn't falling for it. I flat out, told her that I was done with her and this "friendship" and left her standing there.

At the time I couldn't feel anything but angry, and vindicated. My friends were laughing and joking about the situation, and Kara was super cuddly with me and kept asking me if I was okay and saying that I didn't do anything that wasn't due.

But now I'm questioning myself, with the anger cooled off. All I can see is Pow's sad doe-eyed look and the sound of the rest of the school snickering at her. She didn't turn up for classes for the rest of the day, and on my way home I heard a group of girls sl** shaming her.

Zer, my one new friend that Pow actually gets along with, called me an AH, and she thought I was a better person than that, and that she was now reconsidering her friendship with me.

So, Reddit. AITAH for ending a toxic relationship?

(This is a fanfic, please read tags)

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vivievienne · 1 month

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The artist who painted my gray heart red — Akitoya

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which Akito is a street artist and Toya is a simple pianist who just by case went to an event and changed his life.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Akitoya, save me, akitoya.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Might be ooc, fluff, includes anhane, An as a cafe owner, trigger word — Toya's dad, Toya's perspective.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1569.

Is there was something more worthless than composing?

You play the same melody until you got the right notes and it finally starts sounding good, but even after all effort you pull in it, you still feel empty.

Toya Aoyagi feels empty.

He sits by the piano, looking at the paper before him.

No, it doesn't sound right. I need to change it.

And again he started playing the same cadence, but changing one note.

No, it still doesn't feel right.

He hits the keys with his fingers.

They hurt him. He spent a lot of time at playing this melody, and he still doesn't find out what he should do to make it better.

He was clueless.

He stood up from the bench and took the paper with him.

He puts it in the drawer.

He wasn't satisfied with his work. His father... No, don't even think about him, he thought to himself.

Maybe a walk wouldn't be that bad, huh?

The thought of the coffee in the near cafe was somehow tempting.

But he didn't know one thing then...

That a ginger boy will change his life with this sassy smirk which somehow manages to soften when he was around.

***

Toya leaved his house and walked through the Vivid Street. It was a safe place for street artists and performers, and as well a place where was the best cafe, in his opinion, operated by An Shirashi.

But seeing a graffiti artist was something new to him.

After all, this wasn't any place where you can freely paint, in fact, it was a vandalism. So, it was quite unexpected to see a ginger with spray in his hand, when the Sun wasn't even setting.

Toya doesn't know how to describe the feeling he currently has.

It was something that he hasn't experienced before. He wanted to be the one, who was painting on the wall. Not the one, who stares at this boy. He knew it was illegal, but... why he wanted that? Why he wanted to be him?

"Hey, are you hearing me!?"

Toya heard a nervous voice and he quickly understood that he was staring for too long, so that person noticed.

"Uhm... Yes, sorry for that" he quickly replied with a calm tone, trying to hide his confusion. He looked at the boy before him. He noticed that he has some paint on his clothing and he wore... like three hoodies? It wasn't this cold, in fact, it was quite warm...

"Why are you staring like this?"

"Like what?"

They looked to each other eyes with confusion.

Toya never saw more beautiful eyes than these.

"Like this" the mysterious boy replied with slightly anger in his voice.

"Oh, apologise for that" Toya wasn't sure what he should do now. Maybe he should walk away like nothing happened...

"Do you like this?" The boy asked, pointing out the wall.

Toya wasn't sure what to say about the graffiti. He was looking at him after all... He gave it a simple glance and nodded. "Yes, it's quite interesting"

"Nice."

Oh no... it became awkward...

"You must do it for long time... right?" He tried to save the conversation. This mysterious boy... He felt an urge to keep the conversation.

"Graffiti is easy when you have a proper instructor. I bet you could do it as well. But for me? A few years to master this, I would say"

Wait...

"What do you mean by the first part...?"

"I mean that even someone, who doesn't have an experience in arts, would definitely do a graffiti after some lessons" the ginger seems to be on the edge of rolling his eyes at Toya's misunderstanding.

"Oh, right..." he nodded.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get back to work. Have a nice day or something. I don't know" The ginger says almost carelessly. He turned back to the wall, while Toya was standing like he was about to go blank.

"Oh... Right... Have a nice time working... or something"

He wanted to ask him how he could be this carefree when he literally almost had a heart attack! Just how... God, how good he ended it before he could. It would be more awkward. He immediately goes to An's cafe. The only thing Toya needed now, was a good coffee.

***

"Shirashi..." Toya tried to start the conversation. An looked really stressed today. She usually stayed a bit longer at his table to talk with him, but today... Something definitely happened... "Shirashi", he repeated a bit louder.

"Oh, Toya, right... How can I help you?" she finally answered with smile on her face.

"You seem to be struggling with something" he started slowly. "And I was thinking..."

"Oh, you know", she interrupted. "We will be hosting an event at the cafe soon and I have a lot work to do. There's a lot to do, but it's so little time to do it."

"An event?"

"Oh, right!" An quickly goes to the counter and took a small paper. "Here. Look" she handed it to Toya.

The title says: "Vivid Rad Street Night".

Toya was more and more intrigued.

"You can go to it, y'know?" An smiled. "I bet you'd love that. After all, you're an artist too! You would clearly enjoy the performances. I swear, you won't regret. I also will participate in it with Kohane as a singers! Please Toya, come!!" Shirashi's eyes were shining bright as the stars in her hair. She was really excited to be the host in this.

"I'll think about that, Shirashi" Toya nodded and watched as she left him after a short goodbye, because 'she has a lot on her shoulders and she needs to deal with it as fast as she can'.

He holds in hand the small poster. As he was reading through this, he knew that he should attend this event. Something tells him to. He cannot say what exactly it is, but he believed An that he won't regret coming there.

Also, doesn't it better than staying at home and looking at the wholeheartedly hated piano?

***

And that's why Toya is in the cafe watching how the hosts are beginning the show.

But why that ginger graffiti artist is here too...?

He noticed that his name is Akito Shinonome.

And that he is not just an artist but also a singer.

He was beautiful, when he was singing.

I wish I could be as happy as him when I compose.

"You staring at me, again." Toya was clearly confused when he heard this known voice behind him. "I almost thought that you are interested in me" he snorted.

"Right... I just think you talented, that's all" Toya replied, trying to remain his composure. Still, the last part got him thinking... Is he was interested in him? No, it cannot be that simple. First sight love doesn't exist, and he wasn't interested in boys... But he couldn't remember at all when he was interested in girls either....

"Maybe a little introduction wouldn't hurt, huh?" the ginger asked. "I'm Akito Shinonome. You?"

"I'm Toya... Toya Aoyagi." Akito was as straightforward as he remembered him. How this boy could be this opened?

"I guess you're not a street artist, yet, you still went here" Toya saw the slightly roll of Shinonome's eyes. Is he doesn't really know about any ethical standards?

"I haven't had anything to do... And Shirashi told me that she's hosting an event here..."

"Wait, you know Shirashi?" Toya got interrupted by Akito's quick question.

"Yes, he does. After all I know every musician who lives on Vivid Street" An came with a smile. Behind her Toya saw Kohane, her singing and romantic partner, who was known for her shyness, but also for her adoration towards strange, in Toya's opinion, things. "Hi, Toya! I knew you would come here!"

"Hey, Aoyagi" Azusawa smiled softly and waved at him.

"Oh, Shirashi, Azusawa. You soon should get on the stage, right?" Toya asked.

"We were about to going to backstage, but I saw that you talk with Akito and couldn't help, but come to you to see are you guys getting along" An said with a proud smile. "But as I can see, you get to know each other pretty well, so we won't bother anymore. See ya on the stage!" She said and pulled Kohane towards the backstage with her, leaving Akito and Toya by his own.

"She won't ever change" Akito sighed and rolled his eyes. "But she mentioned that you are a musician, right?"

"Oh, that..." Toya rubbed his back of his neck at this question. He hated to say that he was a pianist and composer. Just like his dad... "I'm a pianist..."

"A pianist, huh? You seem to be a bunch of surprises, don't you?" he snorted and smirked. "Well, that's good to know you're into music. Maybe a singer as well?"

Toya was slightly confused at this question. What this ginger was going to say?

"Actually... I don't even tried" he replied calmly.

"Wanna try then?"

Toya felt that he was hit with a truck.

He asked him about trying?

He doesn't say he have to... He asked him to try.

Try.

"I'll look for a partner" Akito explained. "Singing by your own it's not a big fun. So, would like to try, at least? You have an experience in music, so I suppose that you could fit as one."

He asked him... He asked...

"Of course... I would"

"An, what are you doing?" Kohane asked her, when they went to backstage.

"Can't you see that I am trying to get Akito a boyfriend?"

"I can but... Isn't he is able to do it by his own?"

"Treat is as a little help to love."

"And what if they won't fall for each other?"

"Can't you see how Toya looks at him? He definitely fell in love with him, even if he didn't realise it yet."

"But what about Akito?"

"Fell later, fell harder. Remember this, Kohane."

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yourmomsawh0r3 · 3 months

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Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader. Ban had always been the only paint her. So she took the matter into her own hands and now she was the one behind the canvas. Ben was curious as to his wife painting. He would proudly hang the paint in their house, no matter how bad it was. Because their future children could see their mother's effort. Thanks!! :))

A Masterpiece of Love

Benedict bridgerton x female wife reader

Benedict Bridgerton had always been the artist in the family. His paintings adorned the walls of their grand estate, each brushstroke a testament to his skill and passion. His wife, Y/N, admired his talent and the way he poured his heart into his work. She loved the way his eyes would light up when he spoke about his latest project, the way his hands would move with grace and precision as he brought his visions to life. Benedict had always been her muse, capturing her beauty and essence in countless portraits.

One evening, as Benedict was busy in his studio, Y/N found herself wandering through the house, gazing at the paintings that told the story of their life together. She paused before a particularly stunning piece, a portrait of herself that Benedict had painted on their first anniversary. It was breathtaking, capturing her in a moment of pure joy and love. As she stood there, a thought began to form in her mind.

Benedict had always been the one to paint her, to immortalize their love on canvas. But what if she turned the tables? What if she could capture him, just as he had captured her? The idea both excited and terrified her. She had never been particularly skilled with a brush, her attempts at art always ending in frustration. But the more she thought about it, the more determined she became.

Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. She would paint Benedict, no matter how long it took or how difficult it was. She wanted to create something that their future children could look at and see their father's brilliance, and more importantly, their mother's effort and love. It would be a symbol of their partnership, their equal contribution to the family legacy.

The next morning, while Benedict was out visiting his brother Anthony, Y/N snuck into his studio. She felt like an intruder, surrounded by his tools and unfinished works. She took a deep breath and gathered the materials she needed. She set up an easel in a corner of the room, where the light from the window would fall just right. She then took a seat and began to sketch.

Her first attempts were clumsy, her lines awkward and uneven. She found herself growing frustrated, her hands not cooperating with her vision. But she refused to give up. She spent hours each day in the studio, practicing and refining her technique. She studied Benedict's paintings, trying to understand how he captured light and shadow, how he brought his subjects to life. Slowly, she began to improve.

Y/N worked in secret, only painting when Benedict was out or otherwise occupied. She wanted it to be a surprise, a gift that would show him how much he meant to her. She imagined the look on his face when he saw the finished piece, the pride and love in his eyes. It kept her going, even when she felt like giving up.

One afternoon, as she was putting the finishing touches on her painting, she heard the door to the studio creak open. She turned around to see Benedict standing there, his eyes wide with curiosity. She quickly moved to block his view, her heart pounding.

"Benedict! You're not supposed to be in here," she said, trying to sound casual.

He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And why is that, my dear wife? What are you hiding from me?"

Y/N felt a blush rise to her cheeks. "It's a surprise. You're not allowed to see it until it's finished."

Benedict laughed, a warm, rich sound that filled the room. "Alright, I won't peek. But I'm dying to know what you're up to."

She smiled, relieved that he hadn't insisted. "You'll see soon enough. Just a little more patience, my love."

The next few days passed in a blur as Y/N worked tirelessly to complete her painting. She poured her heart into it, capturing every detail of Benedict's face, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, the gentle curve of his lips when he smiled. She wanted it to be perfect, a true reflection of the man she loved.

Finally, the day came when she was ready to reveal her work. She called Benedict into the studio, her heart pounding with anticipation. He entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the easel in the corner. She took a deep breath and stepped aside, allowing him to see the painting.

For a moment, there was silence as Benedict took in the sight before him. Y/N watched nervously, searching his face for any sign of his reaction. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his lips.

"Y/N... this is incredible," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I had no idea you could paint like this."

She felt a rush of relief and pride. "I didn't either. But I wanted to create something for you, something that showed how much you mean to me."

Benedict crossed the room and took her hands in his, his eyes shining with love. "You've done more than that. This is a masterpiece. Our children will look at this and see the love and effort you put into it. It's a testament to our partnership, our love."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, and she felt tears prick at her eyes. "Thank you, Benedict. For believing in me."

He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. "I will always believe in you, Y/N. You are my muse, my inspiration. And now, you have created something truly beautiful."

He hung the painting in a place of honor in their home, where it would be a constant reminder of their love and partnership. Every time he looked at it, he felt a surge of pride and admiration for his wife. And Y/N, in turn, felt a deep sense of fulfillment and joy, knowing that she had created something that would be cherished for generations to come.

Together, they continued to build their life, their love growing stronger with each passing day. And as they looked forward to the future, they knew that whatever challenges they faced, they would face them together, their hearts and souls forever intertwined.

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Title: Four Eids and a Funeral Author: Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé & Adiba Jaigirdar Genres: Contemporary, Romance Pages: 321 Publisher: Feiwel & Friends Review Copy: Purchased Availability: Available now

Summary: Let’s get one thing straight: this is a love story.

These days, Said Hossain spends most of his time away at boarding school. But when his favorite hometown librarian Ms. Barnes dies, he must return home to New Crosshaven for her funeral and for the summer. Too bad being home makes it a lot harder to avoid facing his ex-best friend, Tiwa Olatunji, or facing the daunting task of telling his Bangladeshi parents that he would rather be an artist than a doctor.

Tiwa doesn’t understand what made Said start ignoring her, but it’s probably that fancy boarding school of his. Though he’s unexpectedly staying through the summer, she’s determined to take a page from him and pretend he doesn’t exist. Besides, she has more than enough going on, between grieving her broken family and helping her mother throw the upcoming Eid celebration at the Islamic Center—a place that means so much to Tiwa.

But when the Islamic Center accidentally catches fire, it turns out the mayor plans to demolish the center entirely. Things are still tense between the ex-friends but Tiwa needs Said’s help if there’s any hope of changing the mayor’s mind, and Said needs a project to submit to art school (unbeknownst to anyone). Will all their efforts be enough to save the Islamic Center, save Eid, and maybe save their relationship?

Review: [There are two deaths that impact this book, both off page: the recent death of an adult from cancer, which puts the plot in motion, and the past death of a child due to a hit-and-run accident. Additionally, Tiwa, who is Black, faces on page racism from within the Muslim community in a few scenes.]

Even though a funeral is what puts the plot in motion, Four Eids and a Funeral is on the lighthearted side of the contemporary romance spectrum. Authors Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé and Adiba Jaigirdar crafted a cute, fast-paced story about childhood friends rebuilding their relationship despite various problems popping up in their community and personal lives. Tiwa and Said have distinct narrative voices, and I appreciated seeing life in New Crosshaven from both their eyes. I especially enjoyed the contrast between Tiwa, who stayed and maintained close ties to the community, and Said, who left and started drifting away.

One of the strengths of Four Eids and a Funeral is the breadth and diversity of the cast. The Muslim community in New Crosshaven is varied; Said is Bangladeshi American, and Tiwa is Nigerian American. Said and Tiwa relate to their community and their religion differently, and Said’s sister, Safiya, has a cute lesbian romance subplot. Tiwa faces some anti-Black racism within the Muslim community, too, and the small-town politics plots highlighted divisions within larger town. New Crosshaven felt like it had life to it, which was no small feat when you’ve got just two POV characters.

On the other hand, I think there were actually a few too many plot threads in this book for its length. There were some things I felt should have gotten far more page time than they did, like Tiwa’s younger brother’s death and what happened to her family afterward. I wanted those events to have more emotional impact on me. The truth behind why Tiwa and Said drifted apart and how they reacted when they uncovered that information was a little disappointing to me as well.

That said, the authors did say right at the start that Four Eids and a Funeral was a love story. I got distracted by my desire for additional drama and tragedy and forgot that the epigraph quoted Much Ado About Nothing. This book is solid craftsmanship with a pair of engaging protagonists, and the bits I was dissatisfied with were largely an expectations mismatch on my part.

Recommendation: If you’re looking for a contemporary romance this summer, you should consider adding Four Eids and a Funeral to your list. Authors Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé and Adiba Jaigirdar created a cute romance about childhood friends reconnecting against the backdrop of vibrant Muslim community.

Extras: Q&A: Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé & Adiba Jaigirdar, Co-Authors of ‘Four Eids and a Funeral’

#four eids and a funeral #book review #Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé #Adiba Jaigirdar #contemporary #romance #get it soon

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[More Info]

Nicknames:

Henchman (Grim) | Claws (Ace) | Clochey Wochey (Cater) | House Cat (Leona)

Shrimpy (Floyd) | Trickster -> La Petite Clochette (Rook) | City Kitty (Epel) | Kit -> Honorary Human (Sebek)

Kit of Beasts -> Heart of Man (Malleus)

In Return:

Master _____ (Everyone except for faculty)

Uncle (Ramshackle Ghosts)

Bio:

An emotionally distant girl who thinks with her brains more than her heart. Her words may come off as insensitive, but it’s always said in a neutral tone. Prefers to state the facts and look for the most efficient way out, than tackling more abstract concepts like emotions. Despite this outlook on life, she is a skeptical, worst-case scenario planner. Cloche will go the extra mile if it means security and success is guaranteed. When it comes anything, be it a task/person/subject, Cloche is the type of person who would want to know anything and everything about it to be prepared. When push comes to shove, Cloche will take on the role of leadership and make all the hard decision no one else wants to make. Cloche is a very “the ends justify the means” kind of person.

Core Values -> Competency + Freedom

Background:

A cosplayer from Earth who, after exiting from a con, took a wrong turn to get home and was swept away by the NRC horse carriage.

“I did not put so much effort into studying and making the right friends just for it all to go into smoke! …What’s the point anymore?”

Ghost Camera: “I’m pretty sure Headmaster Crowley gave this to me as binding to keep me here.”

Snow Hand Cream: “Master Rook could tell this cream is from Neige’s line just by the smell! Isn’t that impressive?”

Bandaids: “I originally bought these for myself, but I end up giving them to others…”

Advils: “Would you like one? Binding Bells told me you were getting headaches, so…”

Handkerchief: “Here, let me wipe that up for you, Master.”

Hair ties: “Master Epel gave them to me during a joint P.E. class. The day after, I overheard Master Vil complaining about his missing hair ties.”

Pencil Case: “If you wish to borrow a pencil, I expect you to give me something back as collateral— so I know you’ll return it back to me.”

Lollipops: “The lollipops in Twisted Wonderland are great and all, but they can’t beat the taste of Chupachups.”

Thread and Needle: “Oh, you’re missing a button.”

Lactaid: “You don’t need one… do you?”

Scrapbook: “Do NOT touch.”

Textbook: “I’m so close annotating the whole book. Just a couple pages left…”

Spiral bound notebook: “Master Rook complimented the calligraphy title in my notes! …Maybe I should do the same thing for futures ones.”

Phone: “Master Grim, please stop playing games…”

Sketchbook: “Master Epel complained about me drawing him too ‘girly’, but I only drew what I saw.”

Notable Thoughts: Cloche’s

“Headmaster Crowley must be busy running such a prestigious school like this… So busy, I wonder if he’d have time looking for a way I can go back to my world.”

“Master Grim’s orders aren’t as bad you think. All he really does is make me do his share of the chores. The simplicity of his orders are a blessing compared to other students’…”

“Master Riddle is accomplished, but he throws tantrums too easily at the drop of a pin.”

“Master Ace may be annoying, but he can be a surprisingly reliable when needed.”

“Although Master Deuce has a good attitude, I don’t think I’m patient enough to wait for him to catch up.”

“I do like Master Jack’s work ethic, but his moral compass is suffocating.”

“I can relate to Master Ruggie’s pragmatism to some degree, though I personally disagree with his disregard of fine arts.”

“If Master Azul ever asks about my whereabouts, no he did not.”

“Is it bad I felt no sympathy for Master Kalim when Master Jamil overblotted?”

“I feel like I’ve been seeing Epel more and more since he stayed over at Ramshackle for the VDC. I get that it’s probably convenient for him to go with me, if we’re going to head back to the same destination anyways, but he doesn’t have to accompany during short breaks.”

“I think Master Rook is very admirable! He’s intelligent, athletic, and creative! …I wish more people could give him a chance and see him for who he really is— but… he probably wouldn’t like that… After all, half the things I know about him, he’s never told me in person.”

“I have deep respect for Master Vil, I really do. Although I have some qualms with the lyrics he wrote for ‘Absolutely Beautiful’.”

“Before asking Master Idia for homework help, Master Grim and I always play a game of rock-paper-scissors. …Why? Because neither of us want to be the bargaining chip.”

“I don’t see why I should fawn over the prince of a foreign land— let alone, from another world. Master Malleus will not be my king, nor will I be his subject. Sage Island is out of his jurisdiction, anyways.”

“…Some of my acting was genuine. A part of me was so desperate to rid myself of the curse, that I was fine with fooling myself. I’ll admit, if Master Rook didn’t come first, then I’m sure he would have... ahem— Capable, composed… it’s almost scary.”

Notable Thoughts: Others’

“Cloche could’a been the perfect henchman if he didn’t have to call other people ‘Master’!” - Grim

“With Cloche around, Heartslabyul doesn’t have to resort to using a cat beastman to play the violin, but an actual cat. That way, we can follow rule 529 without any loopholes.” - Riddle

“Me, friends with that stick in the mud? Pfft—! As if!” - Ace

“Even in a sticky situation, I’ve never seen Cloche lose his cool before. I wonder how he does it…” - Deuce

“For a beastman, Cloche really doesn’t like noise. I get that too, since our ears are more sensitive than humans… but shouldn’t he have already gotten used to it, by now?” - Jack

“I can’t have Leona ordering Cloche around, cause he’ll steal my job!” - Ruggie

“It’s such a shame Cloche refused my offer for him to work at the Monstro Lounge. …We could have made good money and attracted more customers if we used his cat form to promote on our Magicam…” - Azul

“Cloche is really nice! He’s kind of like Jamil, helpful and a bit stern. …But I also feel like there’s a darkness… Ah— Nahaha! N-Nevermind! I want to know more about him too.” - Kalim

“Cloche is surprisingly weak. He could barely lift up a crate of apples when I called him over for help the other day. I ought to be annoyed he couldn’t help, but I’m also kind of glad?” - Epel

“I thought I could feel the claws of a wild beast, but there’s a beauty to reservation too. Perhaps I’ll need to lure it out.” - Rook

“Honestly… All the work I put into reviving Cloche’ natural curls has gone to waste, since he left Pomefiore.” - Vil

“‘Master Hornton’, an amusing nickname, indeed. I was under the impression Cloche had known my identity, but it seems my expectations had been subverted.” - Malleus

“Tch. Cloche can play the victim when needed, I’ll give him that. Manipulating his curse to his advantage makes him no better than those Night Raven College miscreants he claimed to have disassociated with.” - ???

Extras/Trivia:

- Birthday: May 12

- ISTJ-T/6w5

- “She/Her” is only used in a meta/narration sense, otherwise— she uses “he/him”

- Prefers voice > looks

- When Cloche is in her cat form, she has no conscious thoughts and move as if she’s on autopilot, like a normal cat.

- Cloche has no distinct handwriting. It varies depending on what she’s writing and who it’s for— yet even then, no two letters look the same. (Unless forging)

- Cloche has no inner fur in her ears. It’s to signify that the cat ears are unnatural— fake.

- Has a habit of either covering her mouth with her hand/sleeve or turning away whenever she breaks into a genuine smile. Can smile on command for a camera (cosplayer intuition).

- Goes to the school forest to calm down whenever she feels emotional or if she has an inkling that her feral side will come out

- Cloche has germaphobic tendencies.

- Has a habit of biting her index finger or thumb to suppress pain/excessive laughter.

- School ghosts and paintings are fond of Cloche for always being respectful and fixing their frames, the Ramshackle ghosts, especially.

Gallery:

Cards:

Groovy!! [SR Tsumsitter]

Groovy!! [SSR Union/Birthday Jacket]

[SR Luxe Couture]

[SSR Birthday Bloom]

[SSR Glorious Masquerade]

#hiiiii so I made a new cloche bio for the sake of clarity-#now that I’ve finally settled on her lore and I’m taking her more seriously than a silly meme yuu- I think I’m happy with this?#oc: cloche🎊#cat scribblez 🌸#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #my art #twst yuu #twst mc #twst ocs #twst disney #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #yuusona #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twst art #twisted wonderland art

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