#i genuinely don’t feel safe around that fandom anymore

[mazzystar24]

idk who else to go to with this but i have so many people sending me hate because i don’t like bucktommy when i literally never even post about them????? they keep calling me toxic and a hater and i’m not i just have shipped buddie for years and i don’t vibe with tommy…. it makes me sad because this fandom used to bond over buddie so much but now i just see angry tommy fans (and admittedly some buddie fans but nowhere near as many) spreading so much hatred and rudeness while turning around and calling buddie fans toxic when we just want to ship our 6 year long standing ship… and like i said i genuinely never post about bucktommy, and if i do say something about them that can be perceived as negative then i always tag it “anti-bucktommy” and i NEVER tag it bucktommy so that they don’t have to even see it! It hurts to open up the app not knowing if i’m going to have another person calling me homophobic or a fetishizer (i’m literally queer) or calling me a toxic bitch when i literally don’t do anything but post happy buddie content 9/10 posts! and like i said i know i’ve seen some buddie accounts go to extremes and i’m not defending that, but i’ve seen people who will call out even the slightest apprehension to bucktommy as if they stepped on someone’s grave, while simultaneously bullying and harassing buddie shippers for minding their own business… like i can’t even go into the buddie tag and it’s people attacking us left and right while the bucktommy tag is nothing but everyone gushing over them… i hate that we can’t enjoy a 6 year old ship anymore because half the fandom decided to jump to this other one that has barely gotten any screentime between two characters that don’t really have chemistry with each other and they want to berate us for it and call us names. I’m not a fetishizer and I’m not toxic, I’m just a late 20s queer girl who wants to talk about buddie without a barrage of hate and insults thrown at me but I can’t do that anymore… 9-1-1/buddie used to be my safe place but now i can’t even come on tumblr because i’m worried a stan will be lurking in my asks/replies waiting to tell me how awful i am.

i’m sorry to dump all of that on you but i just opened a really nasty ask and it hurt a lot to read what they said about me and you were the first person on my dash

Hey anon!

Okay so I can already guess I’ll be late posting this cos i think I’ll be replying to this in increments throughout my day today, and also I can tell this is really bothering you so I don’t wanna just give like a short rushed answer - oh wow I actually wrote this in one sitting cos I can’t shut up once I start

Yes the fandom has been a downright mess lately and it’s like I always say, people if you wanna engage in discourse that’s your prerogative and no one is faulting you for that but it’s the utter lack of fandom etiquette these toxic fans have that’s the real issue and I also feel like as you said a huge issue is this kind of imaginary high horse they seem to have

Like I totally agree that there is like this section of toxic bucktommy fans who try to warp not liking bucktommy into being biphobic- which look if people are actually being biphobic by all means call them out but when you’re going to actual queer people who posted 166283894 posts celebrating bi buck, only to attack them for not liking the ship?? Then that’s just plain stupid I’m sorry, like being happy to have the queer rep and not liking bucktommy isn’t mutually exclusive and it’s ridiculous people are trying to make it out to be

Like I’ve personally been sent an ask like that where they implied that I was biphobic for not being a big fan of bucktommy and that “I don’t know how exhausting it is for bi people” - which I gotta say made me go what about my blog would ever make someone think ah yes straight 🤩

And thing is at the time they sent that my most note filled post was my celebration reaction meme extravaganza to getting bi buck which I feel added some fun irony to the whole thing

And calling people shipping two MEN (buddie) homophobic takes a special kind of cognitive dissonance that I gotta say I’d almost be impressed with the leaps in logic if it wasn’t so annoying

Now I personally don’t know what state the bucktommy tag is in cos I mostly stick to the 911 abc and the buddie tag but I know how the buddie tag has been and I agree the misuse of tags to make a negative space is absolutely ridiculous and again that all goes back to the etiquette part

And the fetishising thing is also just another thing that absolutely grates my nerves, because these toxic fans really need a dictionary thrown at their heads because buddie is like the polar opposite of that.

First of all a large section of buddie shippers im aware have asexual Eddie headcanons and that aside let’s say we want gay Eddie and buddie and all those things, let’s even say we want them to fuck nasty *gasp🫢* and sloppy and write 156273 smut fics where they plain fuck like rabbits (*nun faints in the background* also probably some pearl clutching occurred upon reading this),

THAT’S NOT THE POINT HERE- the point is the main appeal of buddie as a ship isn’t that ooo look two hot guys kissing; it’s the history it’s the friendship, it’s the vulnerability, it’s the will scene, the shooting, the trust, the parallels, the understanding of each other, it’s the domesticity and it’s all these moments that have nothing to do with sex or objectifying their dynamic or mlm relationships but rather shipping them because they are two people with this amazing connection and these experiences

and THAT? That’s the furthest thing from fetishisation

Now I could be controversial and talk about how SOME and some is the operative word of this sentence- SOME toxic bucktommy fans have been blatant in not really caring about the story or the characters or buck and Tommy as individuals or the team dynamic or anything other than seeing these two men kiss, these being a lot of the same fans who refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy and Tommy scenes and then will act like they somehow understand the show more than fans who’ve been here years or seen the whole show BUT I digress because I know that saying this is me basically asking for spam hate (so shhhh let’s pretend I didn’t say that 🤫)

who said that? 👀not me👀damn that’s crazy a ghost just ran across my keyboard 🙄

Anyways back to you specifically, because I really do think it bares mentioning, if you’ve been respectful to others then that’s all you can do and thank you on the behalf of everyone cos it really makes a difference, and I wanna say sorry on the behalf of every asshole who’s deciding to attack you for ridiculous reasons, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely not let it get to you I know it’s easier said than done but you know who you are and you know your intentions and some dumbass sitting behind a screen who can’t even properly comprehend what biphobia or fetishisation actually is (or worse DOES know what it is but is just using it as a way to put others down over a tv show to have an imaginary high ground) isn’t worth your time or your distress and they cannot change who you are

This part might be over explaining the obvious but in case you don’t know/ are new to tumblr or whatever: If you wanna continue to have fandom spaces as a safe place filtering should get rid of a lot of the posts and so should blocking but ofc you’ll see a few so just skip past and enjoy the content you like, if you wanna make posts and are scared of asks from toxic shippers maybe you can turn off your asks temporarily until you feel like you’re in a better place mentally to deal with it

Oooo or an idea that might work is you can ask your followers and mutuals (who are the ones most likely to be sending the nice asks) to use an emoji at the start of their asks to indicate to you that this is an ask you’ll like then you can delete any ask without that emoji without even having to look at the hate if it’s causing you that anxiety - if that makes sense?

I hope my reply somehow made you feel better and I really hope that you can have your fandom space and enjoyment back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[hanichani]

hii!! could u do a skz (preferably i.n or ot8) when they have an idol!so and they reveal their relationship??

hi anon!! i tried to make this kind of as realistic as possible but at the same time i feel like jyp would never let this happen so this is what i came up with😭

Pairing: ot8 x gn!idol!reader Genre: fluff, a tiny bit angsty i guess Warnings: none that i could think of, everyone's stressing Word count: 1,3k

i hope you like it <3 (sorry it took so long)

Channie

realistically, i don’t think chan would want to reveal the relationship up until after the peak of their career if ever. i feel like he’s just too tied down by all the responsibilities he has towards the company. but i also think that out of all of the other members he would do the best at consoling you if you ever wanted to go public and he told you no. he would feel so bad but it’s just something he knows he can’t risk. and a big part of why he wouldn’t do it is that he’s afraid you’d receive hate so he’s really just trying to protect you and your career.

if the relationship ever got leaked, boy would have to do so much damage control. even if it’s accepted by everyone and actually somehow boosts your careers and only has good outcomes. mans would be out there writing apology letters like “hi, this is stray kids’ bang chan and i’m so sorry i lied to you all about my relationship.” like it’s not his private business.

Lee know

lee know would throw in little quips and hints during things like skz code and stuff. do you know how he talked about the friend he went to japan with and said he was his boyfriend? he’d do that with you as well. pretend that he’s joking and when they’re all asked about your group he’d say “yea, we hung out once. they’re actually my partner now.” and then do the little :] smile. hannie would obviously throw in a little “what about me?” and then the whole mention about your relationship goes unnoticed. but he would try to slowly get there through hints.

if this relationship ever got leaked, he’d come over that same day with the biggest smile on his face. i feel like he’d genuinely be happy and i think someday, down the line, he’d confirm it on his own by sending a not the most flattering picture of you surrounded with his cats to bubble. for which you’d scold him later. 

Changbin

i feel like changbin would really want to tell EVERYONE. like, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend and he wants to tell the world. but he knows he can’t. he would also just mention you during skz talker and stuff. i think he’d show the camera a video of you doing a dance trend or something and be like “waaah, aren’t they so talented?” meanwhile in his head he’s also adding “and they’re all mine”.

he’s happy as well when the relationship gets leaked. is even happier that it happens around the time of your new comeback because now he can do your dance challenge with you and not feel weird about it. wouldn’t address it but in his next vlog, he tells the staff not to blur you out anymore. (which i know that they don’t really post vlogs anymore BUT BINNIE’S WERE MY FAVORITE AND I MISS THEM OKAY) 

Hyunjin

feel like hyune would be STRESSED when you first bring up the idea of going public. he’d tell you that he’ll think about it but is probably the most open to it. he’d have a meeting about it with the higher ups and you would too but it would be a while before they actually allowed you to do it. 

when it does happen, i think it would just be him posting pictures from a versace event and then the last picture would be the two of you together. your back pressed against his chest, his hand placed over your stomach and your hand reaching back to hold his face while looking at each other. you’d obviously be wearing your versace outfits and the caption would be something like “thank you donatella, me and my y/n enjoyed the event so much”. safe to say stays go crazy and your fandom does as well.

Jisung

i think hannie wouldn’t be comfortable revealing it but we all know boy has a big mouth. i think he’d just leak his own relationship tbh. yk how sometimes he just speaks poems about how he’s so fond of minho? one question asked about you and he’s spilling on air. “ah y/n? yeah, i’ve never met anyone as hard working… well, except for my members. yeah, they’re just so amazing and we match so well, you know. it was honestly like out of a fairytale. i mean, um… like… you know, like the friendship?” and then chan is jumping into the conversation and changing the topic, thank god for his leader. 

he’d be terrified after but you’re there to calm him down. at some point you get asked about it in an interview and you decide to just clear it up. “did you hear what stray kids’ han said about you the other day?” the interviewer asks. “ah yeah. adorable, wasn’t he? i have to say, it really was like out of a fairytale. it might sound corny but we just clicked so well, you know.” you smile and wave into the camera, mouthing a hi baby because you just know that he’s going to watch this interview the moment it comes out. (chan is beyond stressed because of you two)

Felix

lixie would love the idea of going public but he would be too scared of the consequences i think. feel like it would be similar to hyunjin because he would want you at all of his events and at some point the fans start to be like…hmm is it a coincidence that they always appear together at the same events. but obviously that’s not enough to just assume that you’re both dating.

at some point lix accidentally sends the wrong picture to bubble and it’s a picture where you’re cuddled together in bed and you’re kissing his cheek. he meant to send the one of him alone that he took when you went to the bathroom. he’s freaked out but then he just kind of accepts it and is happy because so much pressure has just been taken off his shoulders. the next picture of the two of you that appears on bubble is sent intentionally with a bunch of light blue hearts.

Seungmin

seungmin would absolutely NOT want to reveal the relationship. he has a reputation to uphold as the grumpy one. that’s what he says but really he’s just too scared of the reactions and feedback. he doesn’t mind getting hate, he feels used to that but he doesn’t want you to receive it. he’s also worried that people would put you down for dating him out of everyone else. this leads to you both having a looong conversation where he starts sobbing at some point because he does feel insecure but he never lets himself feel those things unless it’s with you.

this in turn makes him realize that you are very important to him and now he’s even more conflicted. should he tell everyone that you’re his or should he work even harder to protect your relationship. in the end, he decides to let you make the decision. he’s happy with whatever you choose as long as you’re by his side.

Jeongin

i think innie would actually be the one to bring this up with you. after they all get their instagrams, hyunjin gets his piercing and the company lets more loose in general, he feels that it could go through. so he brings it up with jyp and gets the green light (which is not realistic at all but let’s pretend for the sake of this drabble).

i know that innie doesn’t do the ootd posts anymore but i think it would be so cute if he revealed it through that. he would post an ootd post and then on some of the pictures you’re there as well. just a power couple posing together. and then also, some of the more observing fans would notice that hey, isn’t that innie’s shirt that y/n was wearing in their new post. and hey isn’t that the same bag that y/n has in jeongin’s new post? it’d just be really cute because you’d both be so excited about it and flaunting it. 

a/n: requests are open by the way!!!

[bonesandthebees]

Selfishly, the thing I hate the most (besides what Wilbur actually did to Shubble and others) is the loss of a good chunk of the fanfiction/fanfiction authors in this community. Like, do you know how hard it is to find platonic content? It’s almost all exclusively romance! And don’t get me wrong, romance is fine everyone once in a while. But it’s literally just everywhere’s you look. This was the one place I could come to find platonic found family content, and now so many of the authors have just discontinued their works. The discord servers I’m a part of to follow authors for updates are opening up for romance/NSFW content. And I know, I know this was going to happen eventually. People had slowly been loosing interest in the dsmp anyways and it was bound to happen. But this just sped that process up. I just hate it. It’s sad to say, but this online space is the only safe space I had left and now it feels like it’s disappearing. I scrambled at the beginning of the announcement to download as many of my favorite fics as I possibly could before they got deleted. And it’s valid as hell that people don’t want to be associated with this fandom or Wilbur anymore. But like damn. Damn. Im so angry about this. Is it that hard not to be just a terrible fucking human being? I’ve already had abusers steal so many good things from me in the past, and now it just feels like it’s happening all over again. It’s just frustrating. Anyways, selfish rant over I guess. Feel free to just ignore this if it’s too much or whatever. For what it’s worth, thank you for what you did write for this fandom. “The stars and their children”, and “through a glass divine” are especially favorites of mine. I remember being so excited every time I saw new updates for them. Thank you for the good memories.

yeah believe me this was one of the things that hit me really hard. as a writer I've found so much inspiration from c!wilbur as a character for so many years now, and I've loved reading crimeboys fics for so long. the dsmp fanfiction community left such a lasting impact on the fandom as a whole and I'm so honored that I was able to make my mark on it while it was around. but yeah, while I myself had been shifting towards wanting to write romance again, I genuinely had grown to love writing found family so much and it really sucks that we're likely never going to see a fandom so heavily built around found family like that again

overall, yeah, the fandom was already dying. I've been aware of that for a long time and knew it was inevitable. but it feels cruel to watching the dying community crawling along on the ground get shot point blank in the head like this

I also get feeling selfish for feeling this way. I do too. but we're allowed to be upset, and I truly mourn all the wonderful stories that have been deleted because of this. I fully believe it's within the authors rights to do what they want with the story, it just sucks that they were so hurt by this that they felt they had to completely erase something they put so much love and effort into

I'm so glad I was able to provide good memories here, and like I said, I'm honored I was able to leave a mark on things. I won't delete my fics as I've said, so at least anyone who wants to reread them will be able to go back and revisit those memories

[ganen-cheese]

Hi! To everyone asking about 19 Days and Omegaverse - I don’t think I will draw 19 Days again. I know it’s been a year already and I really don’t want to talk about it in public, but because I still receive comments and Asks from time to time, here is the answer 🥹.

Last year, I thought that maybe one day I will feel differently after some time, but a year has passed and I still feel the same way, so I think it is now safe to say that I do not think I am going to revisit it anymore.

I can’t continue drawing it because my core opinions of certain characters have changed completely in a way which shook the core of what I believed was true, and it has not changed since last year, so it is impossible for me to draw them this way. It would be a disservice and it would be very OOC in my head 😅!

I will still be around!! Drawing other things. If you want to drop by and chat or take a look feel free (^^ )/ I am not going anywhere but if you are waiting for me to draw TianShan, I am very sorry. I am only one person and have been gone for a year already so this might not be a surprise anymore but yeah. 🥹

Thank you so much for your support through the time I was in the fandom 🥹!!!!! I will still be here, floating if you wanna drop by. 🥹 I genuinely hope you guys keep enjoying what you love and keep supporting the authors you love!! ❤️

[ambassadorarlert]

currently laying in bed sick and figured i’d get some things off my chest

being on tumblr and interacting w ppl on here is strange bc 2023 was the roughest year of my entire life, like no joke. irl and online, i’ve been forced to stay quiet, hidden, and endure being burnt from every possible angle. i’ve gotten out of one toxic cycle barely by the skin of my teeth and the second chance of life i was given would be a wasted if i didn’t change the way i live and think.

this blog used to be a safe haven for me, a place where i could share my writing (which is something I wanted to get back into since falling out of it for years.) i had a huge medical accident, and never got treated properly for it because I couldn’t afford to see a doctor (financial abuse woo!! 😀) and was gaslight to believe certain things weren’t as they seemed, so my health was pushed to the back burner and i had to press on for someone who never even loved me. now that i’m away from that situation, i’ve been trying to not put pressure on myself to write and upload. i see writing as a whole an art and the things i want to create cannot be rushed or mass produced, which is what a lot of younger people are used to and why they’re so rude and demanding requests, why they don’t read rules or respect boundaries, why they say out of pocket shit because they’re used to commenting on their fav creator/celebs pics without repercussions. writers aren’t influencers or content creators — we’re people who do what we love for free. no creators programs to pay us and gives us platforms, no sponsorships, some of us don’t even get tips. when i see mutuals leave certain fandom spaces because of hate, it genuinely makes me sad.

on top of abuse irl, i’ve been getting abused on here as well. internet harassment hardly constitutes as “bullying” in the eyes of some but not to me. this is an especially hard topic for me to talk about, and i can hardly be vague about it because it will kick up a bunch more shit. but if want see the change, i have to speak up. if i want to be comfortable, i first have to get used to be uncomfortable. I never said anything until now, because it’s been dragged out long enough. they’re younger than me and are clearly suffering psychological issues. i for real don’t want them to be hurt. but it’s hard to not notice what they’re doing when they’re doing it. they keep tabs on everything i say and people i talk to, make blogs and remake blogs when I block them. i don’t have definite proof of this part in particular, but i suspect they go around and tell stories about me which makes sense as to why mutuals i’ve made will block/unfollow me out of the blue. (anyone can block who they want for whatever reason they want, but the pattern is there and it’s strange.) i’m sure they’ll try to take this post and create an issue, victimize themselves and change the narrative, but I don’t care anymore. i mentioned no names and i said what i said.

i want my blog back. i want to write my silly fics and stories. i want to be able to support people unapologetically and see all the self ships, say what i want to say and post what i want to post and show ppl that love is everything and there’s no place for hate in 2024. i’ve always been outspoken and called bullshit when i smelled it, and have said whatever has come to my mind. so if there’s anything I’ve ever said that may have offended someone in anyway, i actually truly am sorry and will 100% say it to your face if need be. its easy for me to troll real trolls, and stick up for other people who have a hard time defending themselves. i need to learn how to do the same for myself, and relearn how to take care of myself. i feel more comfortable doing that one step at a time.

[allamericansbitch]

i’ve unfollowed so many people in this fandom cause i’m upset with taylor and i don’t want to like or support her anymore and i appreciate you not falling prey to her but would you ever stop talking about her? it’s so upsetting to see all this convo around someone i no longer want to see anything about (asking this in the nicest way possible because i’m just curating my following list no hate at all! love your honest takes but i just don’t want this woman on my dash anymore)

yeah, i'm personally getting really tired. it just feels like i'm talking in circles at this point. i'm in a tough spot because people come to me to vent and they have said it's because they feel safe here, and i never want to take that away. so if someone genuinely wants to vent i'm never gonna ignore that. i just think i'm gonna be more selective to the ones i answer to now, if they dont add anything to the conversation or it's not a new topic then i'll probably ignore it.

[violetmuses]

Onyx - Takeshi Kovacs (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Onyx” || Takeshi Kovacs (18+ MINORS DNI) 

FANDOM: “Altered Carbon” (Netflix Adaptation)

CHARACTER: Takeshi Kovacs (Joel Kinnaman, Season 1 Portrayal)

PAIRING: Female Reader + Takeshi Kavocs

MAIN STORYLINE: When Kovacs “meets” you one night, lust ensues. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote this one for myself. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜

Main Masterlist <3

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96   @mayhem24-7forever @skvatnavle @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee @alieninoklahoma @bewitchedignition @maddu-oliveira @reveluving @pirategamora @hodgepodge-of-rog @ijustthinkrickflagisprettyneat @11thstreetvigilante

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Neither one of you aimed to give out pleasantries while sharing drinks at the club. Neon lights casted overhead as he leaned across that table, safely tipsy as he faces  you with nothing short of lust within these hazels. You smirk, amused. 

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” He affirms the statement and you’re convinced that Kovacs is definitely sober instead. 

“I don’t care, either. Pay with your fingerprints and let’s get the hell out of here.” 

Now, you’ve hardly stepped foot into his hotel room at The Raven when Kovacs almost ripped your clothes off. You don’t care. As long as this stranger is willing to use condoms, anything goes. 

By the time Kovacs slips that condom on, you’re completely naked. He walks up to you from behind and you glance over one shoulder, anticipating whatever this man decides. 

All you want to do is listen to him. All you want to do is turn your brain off and forget about everything for once. 

You nod for him and of course agree with consent before Kovacs bends you over. He’s already lined up with your entrance. Your entire body then heats up once more, but you stay silent, not wanting to give yourself away just yet. 

“One, two, three.” He directs by the shell of your ear, plunging into your core. You quietly answer him with pleasure, mutely overtaken in the best way possible. He even wraps one strong palm around your hair, pulling loose tresses back deliciously. 

“Fuck!” You cry out loud. At that moment, you scream, wanting nothing more than for Kovacs to move faster until you can’t speak clearly anymore. 

“Shit.” Kovacs clenches those bright teeth as his hips buck up against your ass tonight. 

“Ah..….” You can’t speak normally this time. 

Your own breasts shake, nearly jiggling as you look down through shadows of the floor between your steps with him inside you. Your small hands hardly clutch onto the rare wall, but you still don’t care. 

His grip around your hair tightening and he pulls back until you’re genuinely able to make full eye contact with him once more. Those flawless hazel eyes bore into your soul, as if he, a fucking stranger, knows every deep secret.

“Look at me. Look at me!” He clenches his teeth again and repeats the phrase as a warning. If you look away, he’ll punish you even further. 

All this time, he’s still fucking you, never stopping the dangerous pace of his hips found agianst your ass. You almost break, wanting to cum too early because it all feels so good. He’s dominant without danger, and you can’t get enough. 

Out of nowhere, after Kovacs pulls your hair back again his own pacing stutters and he spills, sending warmth into the condom just before this man could actually stop himself. 

“Oh…” Like a good girl, you cry out and follow his lead to cum soon after, almost punching the wall in front of you on impact. 

Even when both of you cool down and silence falls in the hotel room, Kovacs won’t slip out of your core. Not yet at least. 

Kovacs relents that firm but amazing grip on your hair and you finally put your head back down, giving yourself a chance to breathe. It doesn’t even matter that he continues resting inside of you with the condom on. 

He doesn’t want to leave you hollow. Never. 

You feel so damn warm that it’s almost unfair. Even as you still bend over, he reaches out and smooths his palm along your back, noticing how beads of sweat nearly gleam under every light of this dim bedroom. 

You’re perfect. So badass, too. It doesn’t help that the curves of your own body will now “haunt” his wet dreams forever. 

When you finally stand up straight again, Kovacs makes a point to gently react with your gesture, wrapping his arms around your waist so you don’t lose balance. 

Your back settles against his bare chest and he lifts your chin, silently prompting both of you to watch the mirror. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” Takeshi lowers his voice and you can’t help agreeing.

Although you may never see each other again, tonight can’t end, not until he gets fed up and kicks you out by morning. 

“What now, you want more, Daddy?” You look up and tease back, playing his game in return even while Kovacs holds you from behind. 

“Let's see how long we last in the shower, Princess.” Tak chuckles darkly, turning your body without somehow losing that hold on your waist. 

For the first time all night, you laugh. You then end up squealing when Tak lets go of you, but still slaps your ass en route to that shower. 

Well, I'll be damned.You think to yourself. 

[lady-wallace]

Sentiment and Other Sins: Whumptober Day 24 (Spy x Family)

Loid angst for today’s @whumptober fic!

Prompt: Fight, Flight or Freeze (blood covered hands, “I don’t want to do this anymore”)

Fandom: Spy x Family

Character: Loid

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There was blood on his hands as he slid his key into the lock. He swore softly under his breath, swiftly wiping away any trace with his already dirtied sleeve. Loid was not at all unfamiliar with blood—or rather, Twilight was not unfamiliar with blood, but how he hated to track it home.

Tonight, though, there was no avoiding it. The mission had been swift, brutal, and necessary. And he was tired, very tired.

Not for the first time recently, Twilight felt the pure relief of stepping through the door into the apartment. He should not be feeling this way, just as he should not feel the comfort of knowing that somewhere within these walls, two others slept, oblivious to his own inner turmoil, safe from the world that was growing only more dangerous by the day.

When had Twilight's priorities gone from protecting the country, the people at large, to protecting only two? When had he stopped truly thinking of himself as Agent Twilight outside of missions, and started thinking of himself more and more as Loid Forger, husband and father?

It had not happened overnight, certainly. In the beginning he had been solely driven by his mission, going so far as to even manipulate those around him in order to see it through. He used to not have any care for how many people he had to use to complete the tasks appointed to him, but it was within the depths of Operation Strix that, somewhere along the lines, priorities had started to change, against his better judgement.

Twilight crept through the dark house toward the bathroom. Soiled clothes fell into the hamper as he reminded himself to take out the washing tomorrow before Yor found them. He turned to the sink and turned the tap with his wrist before running his hands under the hot water, watching as the blood stained the sink red before sliding down the drain in a crimson stream.

How often had he washed blood from his hands? He found it miraculous sometimes how they never stained. This time there was physical blood, but he was covered in enough metaphorical blood to have drowned three times over. All the innocent lives lost in the name of duty. Of the Mission. He used to tell himself that it was better the few than the millions he knew would lose their lives if it truly did come to war, but there came a point where it didn't seem to matter so much anymore. A river of blood was still a river of blood and Twilight was responsible for enough to fill one. He just wondered how much more blood he could stand to spill.

His hands started to shake as he turned the water off, clenching his fists as he stared up at himself in the mirror. A couple scrapes on his cheek, dark sunken eyes from lack of sleep; eyes that had seen too much, and for all that they lied to everyone else, they could not lie to the man staring into the mirror.

He knew what lay behind them, of course.

The fact was, he was scared of one thing more than war, and that was being the cause of anything happening to Anya or Yor.

If their blood was on his hands, then Twilight was certain that would be the day he would lose himself for good.

No, it hadn't happened overnight, but it had happened, against his direct orders, feelings had crept in. Twilight had tried to push those all too human emotions down. He was a machine, a tool, he was not meant to feel things, or to live the lives of normal men. But the more he taught Anya, protected her, cared for her, the more he felt like he was actually her father. That sometimes he had to remind himself of the truth. And the more time he and Yor spent together, getting to know each other, opening up about things neither of them had ever had anyone to confess to, their feelings had gone from the fake marriage for show to genuine feelings and affection. An affection they had started to act on more and more until the marriage felt less like a sham and more like what marriage was intended to be.

It had happened, and Twilight, for all his skills, had been helpless to stop it. It was a dangerous game he was playing, and yet, he couldn't quite bring himself to care. If he could wake up tomorrow to a world full of peace, he would happily go on as Loid Forger for the rest of his days.

But the truth, he reminded himself as he swiped a wet hand across the mirror to distort the image, turning for a towel, was that that dream could never be. And despite his selfish fantasies he would still be Twilight tomorrow, living only to see his mission through.

Making sure the last traces of blood were gone, he switched off the light in the bathroom and crossed the hall to Anya's door, turning the knob as gently as possible.

The light fell across the small, sleeping figure, sprawled in the bed with a large white lump at her feet. Twilight's lips curled up despite himself as he stepped inside, bending to retrieve Mr. Chimera from the floor where he had fallen in the night, tucking him and the little girl safely under the blankets. Bond's eyes opened and his tail thumped once against the bed. Loid ruffled his ears before he turned to readjust Anya's blankets. He stroked a gentle thumb across Anya's cheek as she murmured something in her sleep, and silently left the room, feeling the weight in his heart only increase as he shut the door behind him.

Would there be a day that he was not around to tuck Anya in at night? To help with homework, or protect her? If he was taken out before this war was over, would she even have the luxury of living to miss him?

Twilight swiftly banished those thoughts, blinking hard against the images of violence and blood that had been with him his whole life. He clenched his hands hard enough for his nails to press into his palms, reminding himself there was no blood on them now. None that could be seen.

He slipped into his room, seeing that Yor was thankfully fast asleep, hair a dark veil over her face. Twilight sat on the other side of the bed, elbows on his knees as he lowered his face into his hands.

Going through life with nothing was easy, it was when you had things to lose that the burdens became too heavy to bear.

"I don't want to do this anymore," he whispered to himself, out loud, into the darkness of the room.

Yor stirred behind him. "Loid?"

He glanced briefly over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked.

Yor sat up, sliding over to wrap her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" she asked, eyes wide in the darkness, full of genuine care and concern.

And Loid smiled wanly, throat suddenly so tight that he could do nothing but swallow thickly.

"Oh, Loid," Yor whispered and he suddenly had his arms wrapped around her, pressing his face against her shoulder. Yor seemed slightly surprised at first, but simply held him and after a while, eased them both down, coaxing his head to rest in the crook of her neck, his nose pressed against her throat. Her fingers soothed through his hair and down his back, tracing scars she had never asked about, just like he had never asked about hers.

They didn't say anything. There was nothing he could confess that wouldn't destroy everything. Yor didn't ask, she simply held him as he clung to her desperately, begging for the chance to be able to stay like this for the rest of eternity.

Knowing that tomorrow he would be back to work, stopping a war, making rivers of blood, just Twilight again. Caught between the day and the night, a fleeting passage of time that would be gone as soon as the sun set.

But tonight, he could pretend he was just Loid Forger, a husband, a father, a doctor, an upstanding citizen who did not have blood on his hands, and for now, that would have to be enough.

[multifandomfanficss2]

Freddie Stroma and Nhut Le Con Experience Part 2

These are my stories and pictures from Day 2 at Garden State Comic Fest, plus the Barbie card (as pictured in my first post) reaction!

(Pictures and a story below the break!)

Day 1 stories and pictures are here!

Freddie hadn’t read the card yet from yesterday because he was collecting everything he was given to read at once and he offered to read it and find me later!! He said he had it with him and promised to read it. I told him he didn’t have to read it at all or even find me after if he didn’t want to, but him and he body guard said “we’ll circle around.” I then told him that he would see me later at the photo ops and he promised to read it before then. I said “you don’t have to if you don’t have time or don’t want to!” And he said “I’ll have time!” And promised to read it. I had something from the Crew signed today and when he asked where I got the hat I told him it was from Australia because they don’t make it in the US anymore and he said “that’s dedication!” I told him I got it because I was going to dress as Jake Martin before the other actors from Peacemaker were announced, but then changed it to coordinate photo ops. He said “if you were walking around as Jake Martin people would be like ‘who’s she?” And I laughed and told him that there is a fandom for the Crew!! He was surprised and said “I thought the show came and went.” And I said “No people really liked it there are a lot of Jake fans!!” He was very surprised. After talking for a little bit he went to sign my hat and couldn’t read my name that the woman had written on the sticky note for him. He was like “What does this say? Your name is Erin right? How do you spell that?” And I spelled it for him and he took his time writing it after asking me where I wanted him to sign to which I replied. “Wherever you want is fine!”

Nhut was so nice!!! We met him first at his autograph booth. After meeting Freddie we saw that there was no line at Nhut’s table at the time (it was super early in the morning), so we immediately ran up to grab an autograph. He was very happy to see us and immediately recognized my Harcourt cosplay. We talked briefly while he signed my pop, laughing when I asked him to write “ding dong bitches” on it. He gave a very enthusiastic yes. After that we told him we’d see him at photo ops later. He told us we better have a cool pose planned and when we told him our plan he lit up with excitement.

The photo op was faster today, but they still let us have as much time as we needed to pose. Nhut was was very excited because we asked him to fight over a prop Goff with us. I asked Freddie to do finger guns with me. He was a little confused at first, awkwardly putting his fingers into gun like shapes before looking over to me and copying what I was doing. When I asked him about the card from the day before he was more interested in talking about the letter. In the little time we had he wanted to tell me how sweet he thought my letter was. I then said “and the card?” And he said “The Barbie card!” And started laughing. I told him I went to a couple different stores because I NEEDED to find a Barbie one. He then looked at me very seriously again, his voice got quiet, and he said again, “Your letter was VERY sweet.” He truly is so genuine and kind. I wasn’t even looking for a reaction to the letter, I just wanted to know if he thought the card was funny and I had told him that I wasn’t looking for a reaction to the letter (because I knew my letter was long and very personal), just the card. I thought it was so nice how he sort of pulled me aside and made sure to repeat how sweet it was not once, but TWICE just to make sure I heard him the first time. We then said thank you, goodbye, and safe travels before getting lunch, checking out a couple vendors, and heading back home.

The thing about most of the celebrities I’ve met is they were nice, but I feel like they act like the person they think you’re expecting to meet. I always feel nervous around them and the staff at the cons aren’t helpful at all because they’re almost always rude. Garden State Comic Fest wasn’t like this AT ALL. The staff and volunteers were INCREDIBLE. They were patient, fun, and kind. Freddie and Nhut were the kindest, most down to earth, most humble, most genuine actors I’ve ever met. This was truly the best con experience I’ve ever had. If you have a chance to meet these guys do it!!!

[twiceasfrustrating]

May I request yandere Diavolo with a very naive and compliant darling who understands that they can't escape and accepts their situation?

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo/GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), not smut, yandere, abusive relationship, mild choking

Summary: Diavolo will always protect you. He will always make the best choices for you, even when you don’t. All you need to do is listen to him.

A/N: There is… this one may not hit the mark because it kind of requires you to connect some dots that in my head I’m like ‘that makes sense’ but then I also go ‘or is that just because i wrote it/play the game too much’... We’ll see.

Word Count: 804

You stared longingly at the blue gemmed necklace in the shop window. The circular gem was rimmed with shining silver metal. You thought it looked familiar for some reason but you weren’t sure exactly why. You felt like you should remember but you just couldn't, no matter how hard you tried.

A large, strong hand gripped at your shoulder, pulling your attention away from the window. As you turned around, you were met with bright golden eyes staring down at you, framed by a smile that was pulled too tight. He was upset. You could see it, but you didn’t know why.

“See something you like?”

You wrapped your arms around him as you leaned your head against his bicep, staring up at him with a genuine smile. “Only you, Darling.” He was so good to you. You had to be good for him to show how grateful you were.

Diavolo’s gaze softened, but his smile still didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I promise.”

“Of course you do.” There was still something lingering behind those eyes, but you couldn’t quite place it. “After all, you wouldn’t do anything you shouldn’t, would you?”

“I could never.” You couldn’t conceive of betraying his trust in you for even a moment.

“Good.” He leaned down and gave you a small peck on the cheek. “You’ve been out long enough. Let’s bring you home.”

You nod as you clung tighter to him, refusing to leave his side for even a second as he led you back to the palace and brought you back inside.

“Thank you for taking me out today,” you said as he closed the front door behind you both.

“Anything for my good darling. You’ve been behaving so well.”

“Anything for you, Dia.” He kept you safe away from all the dangers of the world, after all. Before him, you’d been hurt so much. You couldn’t be happy without him anymore, not when you knew how scary the world was without him.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he reached into his pocket. 

You watched him with wide eyes, waiting with anticipation to see what it could possibly be.

To your shock, he took out the same blue gemmed necklace you had been staring at earlier. No. Looking at it closer, it wasn’t the same. The one in his hand was more detailed. The silver rim around the gem looked like a snake eating its own tail.

“You were looking at it, weren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed your hand and placed it in your palm.

You stared at it, still feeling like you were missing something, “It… caught my eye.”

“Is that so?” Again, he was smiling but his eyes weren’t. “Try it on.”

You nodded, unclasping the necklace chain and putting it around your neck. It was tricky to close it without being able to see anything, but enough trial and error got it eventually. 

As soon as you let go of the chain, though, you could feel something was wrong. The chain was a lot tighter than even a minute ago and it was only getting worse. Your hands flew up to claw at the necklace, trying to find space between your neck and the chain to pull it away, but you were quickly losing track of what you were doing in your panic.

Soon, you felt fingers brushing against your neck, grasping the charm and quickly yanking it away. The chain snapped at the weakest point and fell away so you could finally take in a breath again.

You were heaving when Diavolo started speaking, “I’m sorry. I wanted to get you something you were interested in, but I forgot to check if it was cursed or not.”

You were still coughing so you couldn’t reply.

“Do you want it back?”

You shook your head, looking up with teary eyes.

He shrugged as he made direct eye contact with you, crushing the charm until it was nothing more than bent metal and gem dust in his hand. “Poor thing.” He dropped the remnants of the necklace to the ground and reached out to pull you close, quietly shushing you and rubbing your back as you stood on the brink of crying, “From now on I’ll choose everything for you. I don’t want you picking something cursed by accident again, after all. Oh, and let’s keep you home for a while just in case that curse did more than we expected.”

“Thank you,” your words came out between sobs. He really was the best for you. Only he could keep you safe. You were so lucky to have him. You needed to be good to pay him back for protecting you from everything that would harm you. You just needed to listen to everything he said.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Hey Charlotte, I want to give u a heads up because your blog is one of my favorites! In less than a week 2 other blogs I followed got hacked and posted weird skincare spam (one was @/twdschaos and the other @/cy-lindric, luckily both of them were still logged in and were able to change their passwords etc). This hellsite has always had its hacks and virus and things, for example another common hack thats still going around is the Ray Bans one, but this skincare one was two blogs (that I know of!) in less than a week. Its getting ridiculous.

I would absolutely hate it if something similar happened to your blog and I’m scared for my own blogs as well. I read something about how Tumblr still has vulnerabilities from 2008 that staff refuses to fix which is why it’s easier for hackers to act up. My advice for you and what I’m thinking to do as well is use a ‘burner email’ instead of a personal one with all my information attached to it. Instead, using an email only for Tumblr that I don’t use for anything else sounds like a decent option but sucks that we’re reaching this point :( I would post abt this on my blogs but I only have like 90 followers (and 20-30 of them might just be porn bots LOL), I only reblog slashers, horror and Ghost BC, I don’t write, make art/gifs or contribute to fandoms in any way so my posts don’t have a lot of reach, so for now I’m sending this to u to put it out there and help u keep an eye open. You might want to help your mutuals know as well.

Staff rlly needs to up their game. I’m autistic and have anxiety and Tumblr is my escape, blogs like yours are my escape and I hate that I don’t even feel safe on my escape anymore whilst knowing that the blogs I enjoy are not safe either. The only hope I have rn is that since Twitter is gonna die bc El*n M*sk is an idiot, maybe more people will join Tumblr and it will force staff to have proper fucking security.

Stay safe Charlotte, you write so so well and your blog genuinely helped me feel better and accept my… questionable taste in men 😂 I really owe that to you and those who write similar content to yours. Tysm <3 Take care and pls have a good day!

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Anon, thank you for the very sweet message, it makes me feel happy u care about my blog so much <3 Honestly you reminded me to make sure I’ve got my two factor authentication set up and taken care of. That’s probably one of the most important things you can do besides making sure you don’t click on suspicious links and keeping up with making emails safe.

But thank you, it’s a good reminder to share to people, as this website is also my hellscape sanctuary and I’d like to keep it that way lol, I’m glad I could help u feel better in ur taste in men cause u GOTTA let that freak flag fly like if my thirsty spam posting of old men with questionable life choices isn’t enough to make people feel a little less anxious about their own tastes then I’m happy to do it LMAO

[roleplayerconfessions]

🌴 It's pretty scary how deeply-entwined brands and media have become in some peoples' identities, and self-worth, to the point of being incredibly destructive, both for them and others. Especially when you combine this with a total lack of critical thinking and self-awareness.

There used to be a time where you could dislike something without being othered by people who did like it. There was a time where you wouldn't get told you "weren't a real fan" because you didn't like a new adaptation. But now, people get crucified for both of these things, because people have internalized their favourite media and brands so much that they literally cannot differentiate between the brand and themselves as an individual anymore. It's all been mixed up into one unvaried thing. If someone says they don't like a brand that you happen to like, well, it must mean they don't like you as a person! And that can't be allowed, no sir, something something No True Scotsman.

Case in point, and the reason I'm writing this: the Marvel fandom. Good grief. Consider this for a moment: it's totally acceptable, and even encouraged, when you don't like all of the comic book writers and runs for a character. Love David? Hate Taylor? Cool! Agree to disagree! There is so much variety; it's impossible to like everything. But the moment you say you don't like certain MCU movies, which are basically the film equivalents of comic runs, it's a cardinal sin, and you're looked at like you have a third eyeball. People genuinely don't understand how you can write a Marvel character, yet dislike many MCU movies. Because they're so absorbed in the MCU and its hype, its fandom, its everything, that now they see the MCU as the be-all, end-all of Marvel. They're so absorbed in it that everything remotely resembling a dislike for it now, no matter how valid the reason, is a personal attack on them, and they react by alienating anyone with a differing opinion. And boy, have I suffered a stupid amount of this shit without even going out of my way to provoke it. So many muns, who randomly looked at my blog, have decided to bitch and moan when I did literally nothing except say "I'm not interested in the MCU anymore, please don't talk about it with me".

Like, gasp! How can I possibly write a Marvel character, but not love the recent MCU movies?! The horror! I must not be a real fan! I must be a horrible person! I mean, I wrote this character way before the MCU came around, but sure - I guess I should drop them, and all those years of development, just because Disney recently made some stuff I don't like! I certainly can't continue writing them as usual, and simply ignore the releases I don't like! ...Ugh... This seems ridiculous, but it breaks a worrying number of peoples' brains, and their reactions can be vicious. The Marvel fandom feels less like a fandom these days, and more like an echo chamber.

I stay so, so far away from certain RP fandoms now because of this, including the Marvel fandom. And it's a damn shame, because I'd really love to write with Marvel and MCU characters, but so many muns are totally incapable of understanding the above stuff. And at this point, frankly, interacting with anyone in the Marvel fandom feels like playing a game of minesweeper where there's one safe tile and the rest are all mines.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I miss the dynamic we used to have in fandoms too, it was pretty funny and genuine, now no matter which fandom you're part of, I think the whole thing has become very toxic for so many reasons. Everyone expects you to be perfect, to agree on their opinions, to be active all the time (even when you can't), to make your profile look in a certain way because it needs to look 'aesthetic', and sometimes you're tested to see if you're enough fan of someone, like having admiration and love towards an artist has to be measured and it's some kind of competition.

I had this account I created around 2014/15 on Twitter, I was part of many fandoms and it used to be so fun and relaxing to have a place to talk about the things you like and interact with people who understand this. But years later it started being so uncomfortable to be there because what it used to be about being just a fan turned into make yourself look in a certain way, pretend and act in the coolest way possible so everyone likes you. It actually affected a lot my mental health because I felt I needed to be accepted by everyone all the damn time, and I couldn't say what I wanted anymore I was so scared to be rejected by anyone and I didn't want to stay the incorrect thing, I loved posting about my favorite shows or shipps, but I realized that around 2021 that what I posted was not what I thought at all, it was just what everyone wanted me to say because if you didn't like certain scene from a random show (just to give an example) and you shared that opinion, you were attacked. I didn't even feel safe to give my opinions with some friends I made in these fandoms. I remembered specifically that many of my mutuals were harries and I had to pretend I liked him too because otherwise I would've been the weird girl or something, and it's not that I didn't like Harry, I love many of his songs and I think he's very talented, but I don't consider myself his fan because I didn't create that kind of connection with him. But I felt the pressure to said I was obsessed with him too. It got so bad, i ended up deleting my account because, which I actually regret, because I definitely wanted to leave all that nightmare behind, but I had so many great memories from the previous years that I wish I had thought twice before I deleted it, maybe I should have just logged out.

Sorry I overshared 😭 basically to sum it up I miss the old years so much, it's probably one of the reasons why I love your account <33

And I'm glad I'm not the only way who feels this way.

don’t apologize! i get it completely. times have changed and not for the better. i do hope that eventually things mellow out as far as stan culture goes. i’m happy people can enjoy coming here, just as i do on this blog 💗

[0rionz-belt]

I have the dr**m smp and mcyt tags blocked and honestly? Y’all should try it sometime. I’m living my best life over here

[joanquill]

Hi there, wish you a lovely day 😘😇 If possible, can we get the Moriarty brothers getting in a fight with their s/o and making up to them headcanons, please? Thank you for spoiling this fandom with your writings 🥺

Fighting and Making Up

Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty

A/N: I hope you're having a lovely day as well! ^^ No problem! I love writing for this fandom :) Sorry, this is gonna be a long messy one, it became fics with headcanons 🙇

Tag/s: Angst with Happy Ending

Albert James Moriarty

You know your boyfriend is a busy man.

Business trips, going to numerous parties to get Intel, being in charge of the MI6, to name some of his responsibilities.

You didn’t really mind since he would bring you along to those trips and parties as he made you were safe from danger.

But now, he was barely home, and his business trips were longer.

It was making you feel lonely.

It also didn’t help how you knew some women acted around your lover, even when you were with him.

He would always try to spend time with you despite his hectic schedule.

Today, he was coming back from a long business trip, and you wanted to plan the day so you two could spend some time together.

You cooked some of his favorites, made some snacks, prepared some pillows and blankets to watch movies, even ordered some books he’d been wanting to read.

You smiled when you heard the door open, rushing over to the entrance as you saw him by the door.

You saw his shoulders slumped as he gave you a tired smile, opening his arms to you.

“Welcome home!” you happily greeted as you jumped into his arms, making him chuckle as he swayed you from side to side, kissing the top of your head.

As you hugged, you noticed an off-putting smell. You took a quick whiff and realized it was numerous perfumes.

You pulled away as you inspected him, seeing lipstick smudges on his jacket.

“Albert? Why is there lipstick on your jacket?”

He looked down, shocked and confused as you were.

“I’m not quite sure… Perhaps it was from that party last night, I didn’t even notice…”

And from then on, you two went from talking to an argument that went into a fight.

“What exactly do you want me to do? You know I need to go to those parties for William,”

“Gee, I don’t know… How about don’t go flirting behind my back?”

“(Y/N), you’re being dramatic. You know I would never leave you for someone else.”

“Do I? Because I barely see you anymore, and you’re barely home!”

This went on until you two were tired out.

“Just… go get some rest. We’ll talk about this later,” you sighed, going back to the living room to clean things up.

Albert let out a sigh as he followed you and saw what you had prepared for him.

His heart broke as he watched you put your cooking to the fridge.

“Wait,” he called out as he grabbed your hand, putting the food back on the table.

“Let me just go freshen up, and we can talk, okay? Don’t clean up just yet,”

You bit your cheeks as you nodded, crossing your arms as Albert went to your shared bedroom.

You let out a sigh as you lay down on the couch, some pillows bouncing off.

Shortly, Albert went back downstairs, a towel over his shoulders as he went over to your side.

He took a sharp breath as he sat on the floor, holding your hand.

“Did you prepare all of this?” he asked, making you look at him.

“Do you see anyone else here?” he let out a dry chuckle as he caressed your hand and kissed it.

“Thank you for doing this for me, and I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you enough time and attention… I know I haven’t been around lately, but you’ve never left my mind these past few weeks…”

You let out a sigh as you sat up, your anger fading at his genuine apology.

“I know you’re busy, and I understand that… but I miss you,” you confessed, holding his hand as you hid your face on your knees.

He frowned as he sat next to you on the couch, pulling you to his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’ve missed you too, dearest…” he wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder as his body visibly relaxed.

“I truly think those lipstick smudges and perfumes came from the women who kept bumping into me while I was talking with nobles. It was  so  bothersome and suffocating…” he complained, making you chuckle as you run your fingers through your hair.

“Who knew that the great Albert James Moriarty would be defeated by frantic women,” he playfully glared at you, lightly flicking your forehead.

“Don’t say that… It gives me awful memories of that tea party…” he shuddered, making you laugh.

He breathed out a smile as he looked at you lovingly, brushing your hair out of the way.

“I truly am sorry, darling… I’ll try to talk to William about fixing my schedule,” he breathed out, making your breath hitch at his eyes.

“I’m sorry too… I know you won’t ever do something to hurt me,” you replied, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

He smiled as he placed his hand on your cheek, pulling you back for a kiss on the lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Now, can we go eat the food you prepared? I’ve missed your cooking,”

William James Moriarty

This man is a vault. He barely opens up about anything and always wears a smile to hide what he’s feeling.

You understood that about him, not wanting to pry or cross his boundaries.

But you wanted him to be more open to you, wanting to be there when he needs you without being pushy.

You tried to be there for him, bringing him snacks, reminding him to eat or take a break every once in a while.

Whenever you see him take a nap, you put a blanket over him and put some pillows under his head for support.

He never said anything negative about it, and he always thanked you and showed his gratitude with gifts or dates.

Slowly, it became a routine for you both.

But lately, you noticed he was becoming more distant with you, and you wanted to talk to him about it.

One day, you decided it was today.

“Will?” you called out, hearing a small grunt as a reply.

You slowly walked inside, seeing him on his desk reading a book.

“Bad day at work?” you asked, only getting a hum as a response.

You inwardly sighed as you bit your inner cheeks, looking around the office as you thought about what to say.

“After you’re done, do you mind if we talk for a minute? I need to tell you something,”

He let out a sigh as he closed his book, now facing you.

“All right, what did you want to talk about?”

“You don’t have to-”

“-(Y/N),” he called out in a cold tone, making your blood freeze.

You frowned at this as you glared at him.

“I’m sorry, is talking to me such a hassle to you?”

“I didn’t say that-”

“You didn’t have to say it, Will.”

“(Y/N), please…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I just wanted to know why you’ve been so distant lately,”

He frowned at you as he put his attention on the paper on his desk, arranging it.

“It’s nothing, (Y/N)…” he grumbled, making you scoff.

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t…” you mumbled, walking out of William’s office.

You focused on the chores around the house, ignoring William for the rest of the day.

The others noticed your behavior change, but you reassured them that it was just a little fight as you continued to avoid William.

You decided to eat your dinner and go to bed early, insisting you felt tired from the day and wanted to sleep without another fight.

As you were doing your routine, you heard the door opening to your bedroom, revealing your lover.

“(Y/N)?” he called out, but you kept quiet as you continued to get ready for bed.

He let out a sigh as he walked up to you, an apologetic look on his face.

You tightened your jaw as you looked away, already feeling your irritation slipping away.

“Listen, I apologize for how I acted earlier… I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, and you’re right… I have been keeping my distance,”

You felt a sharp pang on your chest at his words, fearing the worst.

“But it’s not because of what you think,”

You let out a sigh as you faced him, crossing your arms as you looked at him, waiting for him to finish.

“It’s because… it scared me with how our relationship has been progressing. How you slowly became a huge part of me, and I know there would come a time where I won’t be by your side and-” William sighed, running his hand through his hair as it rested on his neck.

“… I just got into my own head, I guess…” he dryly chuckled, showing a sad smile as he looked away from you.

“William,” you called out, grabbing his hand.

You felt him freeze up at your touch but slowly relax.

“It’s okay… I know this is something completely new to you,” you reassured, looking at William’s eyes.

“If we’re going too fast, then we can work on it-”

“-No, no, it’s not that,” he shook his head, holding your hands in his.

“It’s just that… a relationship is not exactly part of my plan, and you are well aware of how it ends… I just don’t want to force you to go through that,” William explained, making you frown.

“I know, Will. And I still intend to stay by your side every step of the way until it comes,” you smiled, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I know the dangers and pain of what this relationship comes with, and I’m prepared to face them no matter what,” you rubbed your thumb against his cheek, feeling him sigh.

“Even if it’s just months, weeks, or even hours… I’ll spend whatever time I can with you with no regrets,”

You felt him melt against your touch, resting his forehead against yours.

“But I need you to talk to me, so we can work things out,” you added, feeling him grab your hand and nod.

“Of course… I’m sorry about that too…” he whispered, making you smile.

“As I said, it’s okay…” you kissed his forehead, “We’re both in this together,”

He smiled against your palm, pulling you close for a kiss which you happily reciprocated.

“Thank you, my love…��� he whispered against your lips, pulling you close for an embrace.

Louis James Moriarty

You knew Louis was uncomfortable with physical affection, and you respected his boundaries.

You were patient, not wanting to make him feel forced to do it.

Slowly, he became more used to it. Holding hands led to hugging, then to cuddling and kisses.

Truth to be told, they are all just when you’re alone, but you are still happy.

Sometimes he’s even looking for your touch when he’s had a hard day and wants to have you in his arms, and he would do the same for you.

On this particular day, it was like numerous black cats ran past you, breaking hundreds of mirrors as you passed through step ladders.

The sudden thunderstorm while you were out, rude people on the street, and the tiny misfortunes that were just the sprinkles and cherry on top of your day.

You wanted nothing more than just to cuddle Louis just for a minute.

Louis was having a pretty horrible day like you. But he just wanted to be alone and relax by himself.

When you came back from shopping, your face lit up when you saw him in the kitchen.

“I’m back!” you happily announced, making a beeline for the kitchen as you placed the bags on the table.

“Thank you,” Louis courtly smiled, helping you take them out and put them in the right places.

You looked around the room, seeing no one was around. You smiled to yourself as you walked up to Louis, opening your arms to him.

He raised a brow at you, “What are you doing?” he questioned, looking around.

“I was hoping I could get a hug? No one’s around, and I just really missed you,” you explained, still reaching your arms to him.

“…Someone might walk by…” he reasoned, focusing back on the groceries.

“Ah…” you hummed, a little disappointed but shaking it off as you put down your arms.

“Okay, then can we go cuddle tonight? I just really-”

Louis slammed the bag to the counter, making you stop.

“(Y/N), please…” he sighed, rubbing his temple, “…I’m already having a bad day, and I don’t need you to add to it,” he grumbled, facing away from you.

“…I just wanted to spend some time with you,”

“Well, I don’t.” he sharply replied, “I just want to be alone,”

“…I see…” you replied, feeling your face flare-up in embarrassment as you looked away from him.

“(Y/N)?” Fred called out, knocking on the door.

“Can you go help me in the garden?” he asked innocently, sensing some tension between the two of you.

“Of course!” you replied as normal as possible, following him out of the kitchen.

For the rest of the day, you avoided Louis, not being able to look at him in the eye.

Dinner went on, and you were more than grateful that no one questioned anything.

You went to your bedroom quietly, taking your time in the bathroom as Louis went to bed.

When you came out, you saw him sleeping soundly.

You fought the urge to smile as you grabbed your pillow and an extra blanket, his words still repeating in your head.

You walked as quietly as you could as you went downstairs, setting yourself a little bed on the couch, not wanting to upset him even more.

Louis stirred in his sleep, reaching his arm to you, but felt nothing.

He slowly sat up, putting on his glasses, and he looked over to your side, seeing an empty space.

“(Y/N)…?” he croaked, getting out of bed, and looking around for you downstairs.

He noticed that the kitchen lights were still off, making him furrow his brows.

He quickly looked around and saw you sleeping on the couch.

“(Y/N)?” he called out in confusion as he walked up to you.

As he knelt down to wake you up, he remembered what he said to you, and it all clicked.

He frowned as he cursed at himself, gently lifting you up and carrying you back to bed.

He tucked you in, fixing your hair as you unconsciously snuggled under the covers.

He smiled at the adorable sight, but it quickly dropped when he remembered your last conversation.

“Goodnight…” he whispered, slipping back under the covers and going back to sleep, planning his apology tomorrow.

Morning came, and you slowly opened your eyes, seeing you were back in the bed.

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, trying to recall what happened.

“G-Good morning…” Louis greeted, carrying a tray of breakfast to your lap.

“… what’s all this?” you asked, barely a whisper as he set it down in front of you.

He bit his lip as he grabbed a chair, sitting close to you.

“…I’m sorry about what I said yesterday… I didn’t mean any of that. I was having a bad day, but that doesn’t mean I can take it out on you,” he explained, his eyes looking down, but his voice was honest.

You sighed as you looked at the plate. It was filled with your favorites, down to the dessert.

“…I’m sorry too… I was being too pushy and didn’t even notice you were upset,” you apologized, tracing your finger on the plates.

“If you wanted some time alone, just tell me next time, okay? I would have backed off,” you added, taking a bite as you tried to keep your composure.

“I know… and I’m sorry… But that doesn’t mean I don’t want your affection all the time. I love having you sleep by my side and waking up next to you,” he hesitantly put his hand over yours, making you look at him.

“So, please… Don’t push yourself away from me,”

You smiled as you held his hands in yours, “Aww… Did you miss me that much?” you teased, making his cheeks turn pink.

“I’m sorry, I was joking,” you giggled, putting a hand on his cheek as you caressed his scar.

“Thank you, for…” you gestured to the food and him, “…all of this,” he smiled back as he sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I asked for some time off so I can make it up to you,” your eyes widened at the news.

“Really?” you asked in disbelief, making him chuckle.

“Why? Did you prefer if I didn’t?”

“No, no, no, I didn’t say that!”

Moran, Bonde, and Fred's version here!

[olderthannetfic]

Crit bookmark anon had it mixed up on one point, the rule of thumb is that expecting authors to specify what form of feedback they prefer is rude, burdensome, ableist and so that hurts their feelings too, or that's how it's been explained to me.

Personally, I swear when I got into fanfiction around 1998 concrit was the holy grail of feedback that authors asked for with the desperation of a starving populace, but the vehemence to which people say it’s always been this way, that c+c is c+c+cruel, that authors have never needed to state their preferences, to the point of insulting me is actually beginning to trigger my psychosis and make me doubt my own memories.

It makes me nervous to even read fic anymore because I love expressing my love. People tell me they love my reviews because they're "juicy and detailed" since I do my best to put effort into picking out the parts I really loved around and the parts that confused me (if there were any). They’ll thank me for my feedback, and then they’ll say concrit is cruel actually and discourages authors, is ablist because of the possibility for rejection dysphoria, that what I did wasn’t even actually c+c but all I did was analyze their work and review using the crit sandwich. By the very definition it seems to me to be critique but I have no idea anymore! 

Hell, it even makes me feel insecure as an author. Glaring mistakes get complimented, it’s like someone saying my smile is beautiful while I have a huge hunk of food in my teeth. Like I’m glad you said you liked it but are you lying to me? What are your genuine feelings? If you’re an author, why don’t you want to just post your house rules? Is it because I’m just being intrusive? They say I should ask what the house rules are to be considerate about their feelings, but treat me like as a reader I have none to be considered.

It’s got me wrung up, clearly.

I've tried to encourage people to feel safe with c+c in my comment section and other authors still get mad at me for doing it that way too because it's damaging to them as a writer because I’m doing fanfiction wrong.

Has it always been like this? Am I actually delusional? Please tell me I’m not just going crazy and you’ve been noticing this as a cultural shift too, if I’m alone in this I think I genuinely might be sicker than I thought I was.

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I don't think it's a clear cultural shift in one direction, but yes, I've noticed things.

I think AO3 culture owes a lot to LJ culture and LJ culture was often less into crit because the fic was so visibly in the author's personal space. A lot of LJ authors also had circles of beta readers and good friends who were quite visible, so concrit from others was superfluous and not so helpful. At the same time, LJ being a blogging platform meant that people could rec in their own journals and include concrit in that context easily. AO3 doesn't have much of a space for meaty reviews, though you can try with bookmarks.

Meanwhile, mailing list culture was often pro-concrit, and so is FFN. Forums are often pro-concrit. Some of these are older spaces, but they're also just different spaces from AO3.

A lot of "changes" are simply a change from being used to some other space to AO3 getting so popular everyone's crowding in there. The old culture persists somewhere else.

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My own view on concrit of my work is that it doesn't hurt my feelings, but I don't find it useful, so I don't think people should waste their time on it. Good concrit is hard and it takes a while to write up.

Once I post a work, it's as done as it's going to get. Many people who've critiqued me in the past have also just had bad quality advice. I've sat in (non fandom) writing groups filtering the often also very bad advice there, and it's not just ego: I have a pretty good handle on which critiquers know their stuff, and most do not. I have a couple of friends whom I let read my pro writing because they know what I'm going for, and I understand and trust their taste.

Now, if someone wants to critique my finished fic in a review, that's fine by me because even though the work is done and not getting edited again, the pros and cons are worth noting for a future reader.