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     Chan typically never brought his work home. He preferred to keep everything at the studio and not worry on his days off so he could sleep in and spend time with his girlfriend. But he, Changbin, and Han were working on a 3RACHA song so he figured, since he only had a few things left to work on on the track that would take no more than an hour, he’d bring it home to work on. 

     But, it did not take an hour like he promised his girlfriend. He was getting stressed about it now. He wanted to get it done today to be able to give the other two the finished project. But now Y/n had other plans. 

     She saw him stressing out again and was also a little upset once that hour mark hit and he was still sitting at that damn computer. So she wandered over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek

     “Almost done love,” Chan told her as he listened to a part again

     “You said that thirty minutes ago baby,” Y/n told him, “Save it and come snuggle. let the guys listen and give their two cents later.”

     “Promised them I’d finish,” Chan mumbled into his hand

     “Chan,” Y/n warned him

     “I'm almost done, swear.”

     Y/n sighed and moved between him and the screen, pushing his chair back slightly.

     “Love…” Chan sighed, leaning back and pulling her onto his lap, “I promise, I just need ten minutes more on this. Then I'm all yours.”

     Y/n sighed, she truly was going to give him ten minutes and then she was going to start teasing him. For now, she just cuddled into his chest “Ten minutes,” She said

     “Thank you,” Chan kissed the side of her head

     “Full disclosure though, I’m really in the mood to tease you today.”

     “Noted,” Chan laughed, kind of thinking she was joking.

     He learned after about five of those minutes, that she was not. She started kissing his neck and collar as a warning and he moved one hand to grip her hip

     “Baby…” Chan warned

     “Hm?” Y/n mumbled as she sucked on his skin

     “If I have to stop what I’m doing then you’re not gonna walk for the next week.”

     “Hm. Should have thought of that an hour ago babe,” Y/n continued, knowing Chan was utterly weak to her kisses, escape when she rolled her hips against the semi he was working up. 

     A very quiet “Fuck,” escaped Chan’s lips. 

     Y/n giggled as she continued; pressing herself down harder on him, sneaking one hand up his shirt, leaving love bites and bruises above the collar of his shirt

     She hadn't even processed; he had saved his work and removed his headphones until he stood up from the chair. “Warned you.”

     “Awe, did I get you worked up?” Y/n giggled as he walked towards their bedroom. 

     “Poor baby woke up needy today,” Chan teased back before he tossed her on the bed like a rag doll. 

     Y/n let out a yelp of surprise as she hit the mattress and Chan tossed off his shirt. Y/n smiled as she eyed her boyfriend up and down. Chan grabbed her hips, brought her to the edge of the bed, and started kissing down her neck, leaving small bites as he went. Hands moving up her shirt— technically his shirt— and groping her bare breasts. Y/n mewled as she arched toward him. 

     “If you wanted my attention you should have asked baby. You know to use your words,” Chan mumbled against her neck

     “But that’s not fun,” Y/n giggled as she pushed her fingers into his hair

     “And teasing me while I’m working is fun for you?” His thumbs rolled over her nipples

     “Not supposed to be working today.”

     Chan knew she was right, but he also knew she was in a mood. A bratty one at that, one he was used to seeing. She always seemed to think it was funny to be a brat when he was busy.

     “Up,” he commanded as he stood back. Y/n smiled as she just sat up, knowing he meant to stand up, not sit up

     Chan said nothing, just grabbed her wrist and pulled her up onto her feet roughly, grabbing her neck with his other hand before she hit his chest. “This is not gonna go your way, darling.”

     “I think it will,” Y/n grinned

     “Knees,” Chan instructed

     “Say please,” Y/n fake pouted

     Chan clicked his tongue before forcing her down on her knees, hand sliding up to grab her chin and force her to look up at him. “Mouth open, tongue out.”     Chan’s free hand dipped into his pants and pulled his cock out of his gym shorts. Y/n waited below him, almost impatiently. Chan smiled down at her as he placed the tip on her tongue, sliding it along her tongue before pushing it fully into her mouth. Y/n gagged a bit as he hit the back of her throat. 

     Chan moved his hand to hold the back of her head rather than her chin. Chan let himself sit in her mouth, keeping her still. After he enjoyed the warmth of her mouth for a moment, he pulled his hips back and pushed back in. Hand gripping the roots of her hair as he fucked her face. Y/n grabbed onto his thighs, letting him do what he wanted to her as she watched from below through her lashes. Moaning around his cock and hallowing her cheeks out for him.

     “Fuck, feel so good.” He picked up his pace and glanced down at her, “Gonna come in that damn mouth of yours, baby.”

     A few thrusts later he held his promise. Coming in her mouth and then pulling out a few moments later, letting her mouth hang open as the last bit of his come shot into her mouth and partially on her chin.

     “Don’t swallow,” Chan said as he grabbed her chin, bringing her back to her feet. “You swallow it when I tell you to, got it?”

     “Mhm,” Y/n replied as best she could with her mouth full. Chan smiled and pushed the come from her chin into her mouth and told her to close her mouth.

     Chan took the action of stripping her of her clothes and then pushing her back on the bed again, bringing her right to the edge of the mattress. He propped her head up with a couple of pillows before getting on his knees in front of her and spreading her legs wide, now face to face with her wet cunt.

     “You watch me the whole time baby and only get to touch if you want me to stop. You look away or swallow you don’t get to come, got it? ”

     Y/n nodded her head before he dove right in. Didn’t give her any warning before his plump lips wrapped around her clit and sucked hard. Y/n moaned and kept her eyes on him as he ran a finger between her folds. Chan teased her wet hole, dipping just a bit as he lapped at her clit. 

     He caught her eye just as he slipped his finger in, chuckling at her reaction. The vibration against her clit made the knot tighten in her lower stomach. She gripped the bed sheets as tight as she could while he fucked his finger into her. 

     Chan pushed in a second finger, and then a third as his tongue flicked her clit. Her legs started shaking as she tried to scream that she was close. But it was pretty impossible with the cum in her mouth. 

     “Gonna be good and come for me?” Chan asked 

     “Mhm,” Y/n nodded

     “Go ahead baby,” Chan thrusted his fingers into her faster until she came on them. He didn’t let her rest, fingering her through her high and licking her clean once she came down. 

     Y/n whined from the bit of sensitivity and Chan smiled again and came up to hover over her and kiss her neck. One hand stayed between their bodies, sliding his tip between her folds. Y/n mewled and bucked her hips against him. 

     “Always so damn needy. Aren't you?” Chan laughed as he slid the tip into her

      Y/n nodded in response as he fucked the tip into her slowly. He pulled out of her and stood back. Y/n eyed him, trying to converse she wanted him in her again. Chan grabbed the pillows from under her head and moved them down under her lower back. 

     He moved back into position again and rather than starting with the tip, he pushed into her in one go. Y/n arched back due to the angle he was in. Chan grabbed her hips and started thrusting in at a fast and rough pace. She wanted to scream in pleasure but couldn’t. 

     Chan watched her, trying not to swallow him or let it leak from her lips. He smiled when he noticed a bit came out as her jaw opened a bit. “Swallow baby. Wanna hear you.”

     Chan leaned forward and kissed her breasts as she swallowed his cum that had now mixed with her saliva. His lips wrapped around her nipple and one hand came up to knead her other breast. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n groaned from all the stimulation. 

     His other hand moved slightly over and rubbed her sensitive clit with his thumb. She started squirming under him as her legs wrapped around his waist while he rutted into her. 

     He popped her nipple out of his mouth and switched to the other one and gave it the same attention. 

    “Wanna come, Chan,” Y/n squeaked out

    “Gonna give me another one?” Chan asked as he pulled away from her breasts and looked up at her

     “Yes! Wanna come for you again, please!”

     “Give it to me,” Chan placed his lips back on her skin. 

     A few moments later she came on his cock. Chan groaned when her walls gripped him tight, pulling him in deeper. Chan moved his kisses up to her neck as chased his own, snapping his hips harder into her before stilling and painting her insides with his come. 

     “Should have stopped working earlier,” Y/n sighed as they both came down

     Chan stood back and pulled out of her, “On your stomach.”

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[raccoon-in-ankhmorpork]

Magnus Protocol thoughts incoming!!!!

So, idk if I’ve simply missed it, but I haven’t seen anyone discuss how the happenings are being recorded—we know that in tma what we are listening to are tapes produced by magically appearing tape recorders, but how is tmagp being recorded?

The most obvious answer is that Fr3-D1 is recording everything relevant, right? I guess it could be something else, but I’m pretty sure it is Fr3-D1. But here’s the thing: our beloved OIAR employees have access to Fr3-D1! Their job is to categorise the cases it gives them: cases in the form of blog posts, e-mails or… recordings. I think it would be super cool if at some point Sam (or someone else) stumbles across a recording of one of their days at the office (and obviously chaos would ensue, they’d try to escape being recorded but always fail… or something). The OIAR may not be serving any Fear, but I reckon Fr3-D1 is. And if it’s entity beholden to a Fear, showing the OIAR that it’s constantly being recorded would definitely serve the Eye. Wouldn’t that be super cool?

(It could also be that the entities serving the Eye are jonmartin + Jonah stuck in the computer and not the computer itself, but since they got there the way they did… idk.)

(It could also be that it’s not Fr3-D1 recording everything at all. I guess another theory could be that it’s Lena stalking her coworkers. But the Fr3-D1 theory makes more sense to me.)

Anyways, those were my two cents! In conclusion I’d just like to say this: I am certain that Jonny and Alex will keep us on our toes, and this will NOT just play out the way we expect it to. I’m super excited to see what comes next, as always with Jonny and Alex !! To anyone potentially reading this: have a nice day!

P.S.: I cannot shake the concept of this post being read out by Chester or something… creepy.

[wittlesissyb4by]

The White Rabbit - Chapter 1: Persephone

Finding a needle in a haystack. A diamond in the rough. A four-leaf clover. A unicorn. Waldo.

Whatever idiom or cliche you’d like to use, none of them can accurately portray how difficult it is to find a good, competent online dominatrix.

Let me rephrase.

It is damn near impossible to find an online domme that doesn’t want to drain you of every cent in your bank account, and if you do? It’s a bot…that also wants to drain you of every cent in your bank account.

That didn’t stop me from trying, though. 

I traipsed every site I could think of. Fetlife, Reddit, Twitter, 4chan. Begging, pleading for someone to “use this sissy in any way you see fit.” I commented “wish this was me” under every single Tumblr post about sissies getting humiliated in hopes that it would somehow yield a strong, dominant, willing woman to my inbox. I even put an ad on Craigslist. 

In all my attempts, the only thing I got was creepy messages from dudes, and bots. LOTS of bots.

The only thing I’d had even moderate success on was Kik. I wouldn’t even call it success, really. More like a handful of messages every now and then from girls interested in seeing me in panties. My cock would be so hard, the g-string I was wearing looked more like a slingshot. But things rarely took off from there. 

They either wanted too little from me, outrighted ghosted me, or wanted too much from me.

I know, I sound hypocritical. What do I mean, ‘too much’? Right? Turns out, I’m not willing to spoon feed myself my own shit for someone else’s amusement. Everyone has their limits.

But then, just when I’d abandoned all hope, along came Persephone.

“Hello,” her first message said, what everyone said when they first messaged. Could anything be more boring and uninspiring to a conversation?

But she wasn’t done.

“I found your *adorable* blog on Tumblr and just had to message you.”

Okay, so it’s a bot. Or a findom. One of the two. But usually phishers will have a stereotypical profile picture of some bimbo or a MILF that they ripped from the internet. Persephone’s, however, was a hand drawn image of, well, Persephone. Or at least what I thought was Persephone, I hadn’t really brushed up on my Greek Mythology. Or was it Norse Mythology? Whatever it was, the picture was of a bronze-skinned woman with leaves and flowers going through her auburn hair. She was clutching skulls in her left hand, and eating what looked like a pomegranate in the other. 

“Just tell me how much your tribute is.” I shot back coldly.

It took several seconds for her to reply. Usually bots had an automated response that would give their list of demands (in poorly written english) as well as a price tag. 

“Tribute? What’s a tribute?” she eventually said. “I just want to see you in panties.”

I was skeptical, but let’s be honest, any submissive sissy would already be intrigued by the prospect at this point.

I quickly found my lacy pair of pink ones, my favorite.

“Cute!” she replied after I sent her a picture of the panties just beneath my shirt. “But now take the rest of your clothes off so that you’re only wearing those.”

Again, I still had my reservations, but that didn’t stop me. I positioned my phone on the dresser. Trying to get just the right angle and distance to show off my body, without showing my face. I definitely didn’t trust whatever this was enough to put even a modicum of my identity out there. 

I wasn’t in great shape by any means, but I wasn’t overweight either. ‘Flabby’ would probably describe it best.  It occurred to me just then that I should start going to the gym. It took me several attempts to get a shot I was happy with. I quickly uploaded it to the chat and hit send. A part of me was worried that if I didn’t go fast enough, I would end up losing her. 

“You’re such a pretty sissy!” She replied shortly after. It was oddly comforting. I felt validated. “Do you have anything in black?

This was really happening, not only was someone showing interest in me, but they haven’t even asked for money yet. 

I got out my black g-string. In my angst to get it on I pulled up a little too far and flossed my crack a bit. It singed from the friction, but I ignored it. Tucking my erection into the waistband so it was held upwards. 

“Hahaha! That one makes you look super slutty! And look how happy your clitty is! What other colors do you have?”

I spent the next half an hour going through the various pairs of panties I’d accrued over the years, modeling each and every one of them for her. Persephone was just the right amount of encouraging, dominating, and wicked. 

“Your tushy looks great in that one.”

“I bet I could make your cheeks that same shade of red.”

“Wiggle that butt and tell me you’re a sissy slut!”

My body was shaking. No, more like shivering. It had to be because I was naked and cold. Or was it? There was an icy chill flowing through my veins. A pressing weight from the intensity of the thrill. Like when you ride a roller coaster. You know you’re probably safe, but that doesn’t stop you from getting paranoid, panicky, and excited all at the same time. I could feel my heart thumping through my chest. 

“Are you ready to wet your panties?” She eventually asked. 

There it was. For some reason things always had to escalate into toilet stuff. I know beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to getting dominated, but I really wish I wasn’t so picky. 

“I’d rather not piss myself 😔” I told her. 

I hoped she’d understand, I hoped she’d be lenient, I hoped I didn’t scare her away. 

It took a long time for her to respond, or maybe it just felt like it did. But eventually my phone pinged. 

“Not piss yourself, silly. I was asking if you wanted to wet them with cummies. Even though it looks like you’re already halfway there with your pre-leakies 😏”

My face flushed in embarrassment even though she wasn’t even there. It was just words, but it still had an effect on me. How could someone without a face and a voice still make me feel so small? It was intoxicating. 

“Touch your itty bitty clitty for me, sissy.”

She was so poignant, so forward without sounding demanding, like I was comforted but under her thumb all at the same time. 

I reached into my panties. I’d be lying if I said it was the first time since we started chatting. My cock had been screaming to be touched since the first or second message. I obliged it several times while being careful not to go too far. I didn’t want this scene to end. But now I had permission. 

I reached into my panties and wrapped my hand around my cock. It wasn’t the biggest, maybe 4  and a half inches, 5 on a good day. Right now it felt like I was pushing 6. I had to stop because I was getting too excited. I sent her the video, doing my best not to touch myself again and cum too soon.

“I’m sorry…” she said after I sent her a 30 second video of me slowly stroking. I was confused, until she said “is that how someone in panties is supposed to be touching themselves??”

Ok. I was still confused. 

“How should I do it, Miss?”

“Call me Goddess.” She replied. “And you should do it like most girls do when they play with themselves: one finger, on the sensitive part of your clitty. Do NOT stroke.”

I flushed again. This was so humiliating, but I was achingly erect. I propped my clit—err—cock up into my waistband again. It was enough for the head to stick up just above it. I dipped my finger into my mouth and wet it with saliva to lubricate it. Not that I needed to. As soon as I touched the frenulum at the bottom part of my penis, I noticed it was covered with precum. 

I aimed my phone at myself, seeing how pathetic I looked on the screen as I started swirling my finger back and forth along the tiny, sensitive line. 

I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I heard a pitiful, high-pitched sigh escape my lips. It wasn’t a lot of stimulation, but apparently I didn’t need much. I felt the urge to cum again.

I had to stop myself. I didn’t want to go yet. I wanted to stay in this headspace forever. I scanned through the video real fast to make sure I didn’t accidentally show my face, then hit send. 

“God you’re so fucking pathetic! Lol. Such a horny sissy! I can hear you making little girly moans! But I want them to be louder. I want you moaning like a fucking whore while you beg me to let you cum in your sissy panties!”

I didn’t have to embellish much, just had to stop suppressing the sounds I wanted to make, and bring them up an octave so they were a higher pitch. 

“You’re doing so good, baby girl!” She teased after I sent her another 30 seconds of me moaning and whimpering. Normally I would be a bit put off by being called a baby, but nothing could stop me now. 

“Please let me cum, Goddess! Please!” I squeaked. I had two fingers rubbing my clitty as I anxiously awaited her reply. 

“You can cum. But I want you repeating ‘I'm a sissy making stickies in my panties’ the whole time. And I want to see your face while you do it.”

I gulped. My cock retreated a bit at that last sentence. I hardly knew this girl. I couldn’t even be sure she was a girl. And what would she do with a video like that? What I'm doing is far from illegal, but it’s still not something I would like being spread around. 

“Do I have to show my face?” I asked. 

“Yes.” She replied, “but only if you’re comfortable… and only if you want to cum 😉”

‘Only if you’re comfortable.’ For some reason, that made me feel better, like she had my best interest at heart, but still maintained a firm grip on my psyche. 

I did want to cum. Probably more than ever. But I didn’t want to put my face out there. I never had before, was this the time to start?

Yes. The horny devil on my shoulder told me instantly. I didn’t even hear the angel, no idea where that guy was right now. 

I sighed as I opened my camera again. Pulling my arm back a little further than normal so as to allow my face to join the rest of my splayed out body on the floor. My cheeks were a bright red, whether from embarrassment or being more horny than I've probably ever been in my life, I couldn’t be sure. 

“I’m a sissy making stickies in my panties” I said as I fingered my clitty. It was weird saying something out loud, basically to yourself, in an empty apartment. 

“I’m a sissy making stickies in my panties!” I had to close my eyes because I didn’t want to see how pathetic I looked on the screen. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to stop myself from hearing it. 

“I’m a s-sissy,” my legs were shaking, I could feel the pressure building like a volcano about to erupt, “m-making st-stickies in my…my…PANTIES!!”

I practically shouted the last word as my clit erupted into the soft, silky material. It just kept going. Spurt after hot, sticky spurt of jizz into my red panties. They were now a darker shade of crimson as the wetness spread through them. It was probably one of the biggest loads I’ve ever made, but the fabric itself was terrible at absorbing any excess. It was all sloshy and gushy inside, and the creamy load made its way all the way down the thin line to my taint and crack. 

My libido evaporated and was replaced by a bit of shame. But even with my post-nut clarity, I was blinded by the power Persephone held over me. I wanted to impress her. I wanted to please her. 

“Thank you for letting me make cummies in my panties, Goddess” I said before hitting stop on the video. 

If there was ever a time to go back on my word about showing my face, it would be now. I didn’t have to send it. I could just move right on and she would never be the wiser. She would probably forget about me and move on to some other sissy to play with. 

But that realization hit with a pang of jealousy. I wanted to be the one she played with. I wanted to be the one she called a slut and even a ‘baby girl’. 

Women like this didn’t come around often, or like…ever.  I didn’t want to lose my chance with her. 

The angel on my shoulder finally appeared. “You just met her an hour ago.” it said, “you actually haven’t even met her yet. Who knows what she could do? Who knows if she’s even a ‘she’?”

Valid points, all of them. But even without my horniness intact, the devil was winning.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” he said. “Opportunities like this don’t come often. If you let her get away, you’ll be kicking yourself.”

After several seconds of deliberation, I made my decision:

I hit send.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

It was the waiting game that was torture. The message indicated that it had been read. She was probably watching it now. But after several minutes, the length of the video had passed. If she was watching it, she had to have finished by now. What was she doing?

Then the screen changed. Persephone is typing…

“Good job, sissy slut! You sure made quite the mess! Now it’s time for me to upload it everywhere and send it to all your friends!”

Fuck! 

God damn it! 

Oh god oh god oh god…

How could I be so stupid??

I knew. I knew she would do this! I should have fucking listened to myself. That little inkling of doubt and reason. The one you realize was there only after you fuck something up. 

What will my friends think when they see me gushing into panties? What will my Mom think??

My phone pinged again.

“Just kidding!” it read, “Oh how I WISH I could have seen your face!! 😂” 

The gravity was turned off in the building. All the crushing weight had been lifted. I didn’t even know what to say, I was just happy I could breathe again.

“You got me…haha 😅” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I made you do something *else* in your panties too 😉” 

I didn’t exactly know what she meant by that. But I didn’t question it. I was just happy to have her still talking to me. 

“Well I’m off to bed, sissy. And in case you haven’t guessed: You will be sleeping in your gushy panties all night. Sweet dreams!”

To be continued…

I just released Chapter 5 of this story over on Subscribestar. Things are starting to pick up if you'd like to continue reading!

[limbuscompanysituations]

Hi, sorry if I sent this ask in twice, I’m having troubles on the train and the connection is wonky at best^^

There was a discussion a while back about Greg being a dad. I couldn’t really give my piece right away and then you were taking a break (a definitely well earned with how much you’ve spoiled us with content). All things considered I think it’s not the job that would truly prevent him from having children. He would just not want any in my opinion. I know this is quite a turn from the jokes about him being pregnant. Reasons for him avoiding having children in the future would come from the way he sees himself and was/is treated by others. There are posts on your blog that sum up my thoughts better than I could but I’m going to try and convey my take anyway. In my opinion he would see fathering a biological child as the worst thing he could do to that child. I mean. With the way he’s been dehumanised so heavily, he’d think he’s hurting them by risking they „turn out like him”. Any probability that his modifications could cause that child to go through what he did (the self hatred, losing control over their own body etc) would make the aspect of conceiving straight up dreadful. And having a chance his child is more in control or more efficient? That’s even worse, since he knows that there are people that would love to abuse that. I can’t imagine how much talk of „they shouldn’t be allowed to copulate, they are below us and shouldn’t be allowed to spread, best keep them separated from people and let them die out” he had to go through (you can hear much worse irl for being a part of a „wrong” community so it’s not too unrealistic for me to assume those attitudes and views would be present in limbus. Or I might be projecting. I don’t know). And even if he adopted or somehow got over the fears presented, he would still not be big on the idea. You voiced it well when you wrote about how he coulfhave issues with pda so that people don’t mistreat the kid for being raised by „someone like that”. No matter what kind of father he is, he would think he’s doing them harm by existing (which is… kind of on-brand, especially in the book). Which wouldn’t lead to a healthy relationship with the child (only perpetuated by his own experiences as a child; not that you can’t be a great parent if your parents weren’t great, hate that argument, I simply think in his specific case a lot would have to happen for that man to have healthy coping and self image). You can elaborate or dispute my words, I’d love to hear it. I simply came to throw in my belated two cents^^

That's very eloquently put, anon. Thank you for sharing your two cents; it was a good read and has given me a lot to think about!

This is one of those subjects in fandom that will always be divisive, especially with a character as popular as Gregor.

[devilat-thedoor]

yanno what, the scars are fucking opened, so let’s talk about it. i’ve kept quiet regarding the whole situation with Lucie because i didn’t want to be involved in the drama that she continued to create. but now that someone is skipping across gvf tumblr and tossing their opinions and support for Lucie in asks under anon, while simultaneously trying to tear down and drag other writers/blogs, i’d like to put my two fucking cents in.

First and foremost, she mislabeled/forgot her warnings and instead of accepting it and correcting the mistake, she decided to divert blame and play victim. and the argument that “books don’t have trigger warnings irl.” fucking moot point. as long as i’ve been on tumblr, fic warnings have ALWAYS been a thing. and if you can’t deal with that, maybe this isn’t the place for you to do your writing. sorry.

Second, if you can honestly stand behind her and defend her disgusting and twisted views regarding sexual assault and abuse, you’re a problem. i fully believe that everyone is entitled to their opinion, but to tell someone that once they climb into bed with someone, consent essentially doesn’t exist anymore??????? in what fucking world? you lose the right to your own body when you lay down with somebody? that’s how that works, then? so, 8 year old me was asking for a man, who i looked up to, who i thought would protect me like a brother, would look out for me? i was fucking asking for it when i laid down to go to sleep? that’s on me right? because i climbed into the bed and curled up under the blanket???? i deserved that? if you can honestly look at anybody, victim of abuse/assault/harassment, and tell them that what happened was their fault because they made that choice? because they gave up their right to consent? how many fucking times do we have to hear “well if she wasn’t wearing that….” or “he was flirting with her, he obviously wanted it…” before we realize that it’s never the fucking victim’s fault. what a dangerous and terrifying point of view to have.

for anybody who’s been hurt by the horrid and atrocious things that Lucie or anyone who continues to ride her coattails has said, just know that you’re not alone. my dms are always open and i can promise a judgement free ear to listen and a heart full of love for you. and if you don’t like my standpoint, block me. i don’t give a fuck.

[therealcocoshady]

So, Em just published some BTS photos of the Doomsday pt. 2 music video shoot 💛.

I thought I’d take this opportunity to give my two cents on it, since a bunch of you have DMed me to ask (and I do love that I’m making friends thanks to this silly little blog) 🥰

First of all, I was happy that it wasn’t scrapped. Apparently, Cole Bennett wanted to take some time to get things right because he wants to « tell a bigger story » and it will « all make sense later » 👀 (can’t wait to see what that’s about)

Here is what I liked about the video :

- It makes the song even better

- Some of these shots are AMAZING (Cole Bennett is insanely talented - but we knew that already from the two previous mv he did for Em)

- Love love love the cameos 💛

- Em looks sooooo good. God please grant me the blessing of looking this good I if reach the age of 51 🙏🏻. I appreciate Cole’s efforts of making him wear a suit / shirt & tie in every video they shoot together 👀💛.

HOWEVER there are things I’m on the fence about 👀

- though the aesthetic is on point, I feel like the production is not as on point as the two previous music videos. I think they could have done more.

- it is a bit short (to be expected since the song is short - but I would have enjoyed an expanded version for the mv)

- they completely missed the opportunity of adding a girafe 🦒 and it would have been hilarious 🤡🤣.

What did YOU think of it ? ❤️👀

📷 : Jeremy Deputat

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi, I hope you’re okay.

I’m a little nervous to ask this. I have a question and I just needed some advice really and I didn’t know who too talk to. I know your account’s 18+ and I’m slightly under that, (I’ll be 17 in a month) but I’ve seen how kind and honest you are on your page.

I wanted ask about taking contraception to help ease and later stop periods, not for any sexual reasons at all just purely period based. If this isn’t something you feel comfortable answering then you don’t have to, I promise I’m not asking this to be a creep or anything.

I get heavy periods and bad cramps when I’m on, the cramps vary but when I get them they’re really unpleasant and painkillers don’t do much to help. I’ve been thinking about get something like an IUD to help as a more semi-permanent solution now that I’m getting older but I don’t really know.

If feel like I’m being stupid and dramatic for even considering it and all I can think is “am I doing this for the sake of doing it.” I just need some advice without feeling like I’m going to be judged for it.

Am I possibly considering making a massive mistake and just being stupid? Perhaps I am just being overdramatic and should just suck it up, I don’t know.

I’d love your thoughts if you’re comfortable giving them.

(Btw, I’m from the UK)

{Let’s Talk Hormones and Contraceptives!}

Hey Sweetness…!! I really appreciate you reaching out like this! I am very proud of you for being so vulnerable and sharing. You are so brave. I hope you are doing well! ♥️♥️ I don’t think your ask is weird or creepy at all. I applaud you for asking!

First things first, yes I advise my blog as 18+. This is because I often write smut and harder core fanfiction, as well as I talk about sex and harder topics. If you aren’t 18, *sigh* I usually advise caution. However, while I do have a AMAB men dni, I do not have a minors dni. This is because there are some 17 year olds that are mature enough to handle my content. But in general, and as a rule of thumb, it’s 18+ with a kind of approach at your own caution rule.

I am very sorry to hear about the pain you undergo during your period… And I’m sorry to hear that painkillers do not work. The unfortunate reality is that painkillers often don’t work to ease those pains, they do for some, but not for others. And if they don’t work for you, that’s okay; if they work for you, that’s okay.

So, to your question— What are my thoughts on using contraceptive methods to ease periods and hormones in vulva owners?

Before I give you my two cents, I want to preface by saying that everyone is different and what does and doesn’t work for me or you might be different for others. And that’s okay. ♥️

If you deal with harsh periods, excessive bleeding, hormonal headache, migraine, and more pain from your hormones as a vulva owner, I would absolutely recommend looking into and researching all your options. If an IUD or birth control pills are helpful, good, use that. Don’t be afraid to try it out. As long as you are being safe, don’t hold back.

Personally, I have migraine, and my neurologist recommended I get a hormonal IUD to try and balance my hormones better. Since getting my IUD, I don’t bleed, I don’t cramp, and my migraine episodes have gone down. It has worked wonders for me, and I am extremely grateful that I took the leap and did it.

Don’t feel stupid, sweetheart. This is all extremely valid. I have questioned all of this in my life as well. You are valid. Your feelings are valid. Your experiences are valid. You aren’t being dramatic. Advocate for yourself, speak up!

I am touched that you reached out to me about this, sweet thing… 🥰 Thank you, truly. I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and I loved answering and giving my thoughts. I hope to hear from you again soon! Have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

[btterflyinc]

Tarot Reading Request

Sabrina Rocha, SR

17.06.2004

Sun-Moon-Mercury-Venus-Lilith Gemini ♊️

Person in-question:

Rico P. , RP

29.11.1991

Coworker at gastronomy, shift supervisor most of the times = 2nd Leader in-command, workaholic with no hobbies other than being a gym rat, very charismatic and inspiring to others, works greatly in teamwork, knows how to read people, very strategic and logical….analytic?

ENERGY: Blueish-greenish grey aura (my perspective, now changing slightly to green-neon fireflies surrounding it if his face comes to mind)

From the strangers’ phase since I started working at this restaurant, I’ve noticed he’s gotten a little softer when it comes to me. We joke around sometimes but due to his policy of: “No friends or connections at work”, he keeps his private life and feelings quite hidden. Also has been through some life SHIT (read his blog and found out many things, ranging from bullying to loss of self, to suicidal thoughts and depression. His past was quite dark…and me being shameless in googling him….oops).

I gave him a love letter before the last time we worked together, inviting him for a coffee date and showing him I like him a lot and have interest in him. Also told a bit more about myself. He hasn’t replied or mentioned it as of now. Only thanked me upon the moment of giving it.

VERY recently, I almost got fired, because I have to solve some family financial issues in another country, and when I announced the news of my need to travel, I was THIS CLOSE 🤏 to being fired by my 1st Boss. Rico is probably the better reason I didn’t get fired….alongside a quite logical…convincing explanation of the situation.

I’ll be away for two weeks now. Yesterday after a long work shift, while saying goodbye, were Rico, Ellen (another coworker) and I at the office. I tried to explain the importance of my travel trip to solve these issues and that I really didn’t want to be fired. He joked around with a very sarcastic, BRIGHT (like he is, help) smile:

“You’ll be back by the 18th.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know what’ll happen if you’re not back by the 18th, right?” -turning smug smile, still playful

(Matching his tone, smile and banter):

“Yeah, the solution/outcome is RESIGNATION/TERMINATION!”

🤡🤪😆

brutal circus mode

But all in all; he means well. Wrote him yesterday thanking him via chat again, and saying I’d buy him souvenirs from Brazil, for him to tell what he wished for. Quoted at the end (like I did in the hand-given letter)

= “When one is already in shit, one can at least enjoy the weather amidst all the chaos around“

ft. Enjoy The Weather - Karmina =

And I can’t help falling even more for him…..delusional, ik. Need to get a grip.

What do you see of the next two weeks, in terms of him missing me, or stressing about the deadline or whatever future and current energy you can grasp from your perspective?

Let me know of any hidden resurfacing information or hints. Thanks!

Hello, Sabrina/SR! Thank you so much for requesting this reading!

Okay, I am going to give you my two cents on this before I give you the reading.

You are very young and this guy you have a crush on is 13 years older than you. Yes, you are both adults, but you are both in very different stages of life and maturity. Also, not to mention, there is another power imbalance with him being your boss at your job which could lead to some bad situations.

Yes, he did stick up for you with your other boss, but did he do that because you're genuinely a great asset to them or because he knows you like him and he wants something from you? This situation could happen again because it seems your other boss is a hardass, but what if you have a falling out with R? Would he still stick up for you then if something like that were to happen again?

I am not judging you. I am just trying to give you some food for thought because of the very unsettling clear power imbalances this could cause if this goes any farther than just being friends.

Now onto the reading. It seems that he feels some sort of frustration and resentment. Very much so. I have a feeling this is related to work. I also see that he's being judgemental and cruel to others. Or possibly others are being that way towards him. It seems he'll be depressed and withdrawn during this time.

I hope this reading resonated with you or helped you in some way!

I hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening!

[wndaswife]

i’m the same age as you and i have read a lot of rpfs up til now. but now I have to agree with the anon who messaged about real person fics.

i read your long reply to them & it really is just excuses that we make to carry on posting/reading rpfs. because it doesn’t matter that it’s “fiction”, i realise now it’s really gross to be posting smut about actual real people.

that anon had a point. how would you feel if strangers online posted stories about people having sex with you? or about sexual things happening to you? or dark!fics like murder or rape? or if a stranger was posting fics about a friend of yours? because i know i’d feel awful if someone was writing adult stuff about me or a friend.

we don’t know lizzie’s private life experiences so we don’t know if she has any triggers or if she’s ever been sexually assaulted or she’s had bad experiences with any of the adult situations that you write her in.

you’re now just choosing to be ignorant and disrespectful and selfish because getting likes on your fics is more important than respecting a real person who you’re meant to be a fan of.

and yes, posting smut stories about her without her consent is just as bad as taking photos of her without her consent like paparazzi or journalists writing lies about her and her family.

it’s about consent and respect. as a reader i realize that now. you don’t have her consent to post sexual stories written about her, and you know she would never give consent for strangers online to write sexual stories about her as a real person if asked for it.

aaaahhmm idk if us being the same age matters or anything like that but.. irregardless

u are being so weird for saying im trying to make excuses for likes and followers like mf who do you think i am 😭😭 this is a tumblr blog it’s not some hollywood pr stunt like i really write fics in my rented place on a couch in my living room like what do u think im doing this for.. it’s rly not all as serious as ur saying it is like im a blog on tumblr, “ur doing this for likes and follows” please check urself

that’s such a bizarre thing to say.. me writing a total of 3k words about a fictional version of lizzie with a character that doesn’t exist is the same as spreading rumours about her sisters including an eating disorder, stealing the olsen twins’ childhood and making websites counting down the seconds until they turn 18, bombarding their cars in public, following them home, sexualizing lizzie's sa scene in martha marcy may marlene, following them to private vacations, leaking photos of her from her icloud?? idk if u know how delusional you sound right now because if anything u are being so incredibly disrespectful and disgusting trying to compare some dehumanizing shit like that to tumblr fanfiction that's actually a little revolting.. those experiences that their entire family was and still is subjected to is NOT something u can say is as bad as 3k words on tumblr for lizzie x reader fanfiction like ur actually sick for saying something so ignorant that

u seem like you’re projecting because u just got out of your rpf phase and ur feeling a little guilty about it but that’s just my two cents !

im sorry to say this but after you're done feeling good about yourself for sending this because no one else is gonna do it for u lol you can unfollow me or block me or whatever, better yet u can even report the three (3) lizzie fics i've written on here (i'll even give you masterlist link so you can find them)

thank u for this spiel im glad u could get these terribly frustrating little thoughts off your chest

[deviiancetv]

This is gonna be a long vent about some things I’ve been feeling and just need a place to unleash my thoughts outside of my journal app lol. Ignore please 🫶🏽✨

I’ll own my truths when I say that sometimes I get very envious when I see other creatives profit off of their work. I know it took them years to get to where they are now, and they probably felt the same way I do, but it doesn’t make my feelings are any less valid. It’s exhausting working full-time or part-time jobs as an artist and barely having the energy or motivation to focus on your passions.

I saw this artist the other day on Threads, who wondered why people think every artists work costs $20 or less, and then a bunch of snooty artists started butting in their two cents judging other artists who make their commission prices $25 or less. I’m sorry, but do people not realize how HARD it is to profit off of your work nowadays?? All these bigger artists already have platforms, so they don’t understand how hard it is for new artists to make a living, especially on social platforms that don’t value artists. We have to battle against AI, algorithms that never work in our favor, there’s too many apps and none of them are designed for artists to thrive. On top of that, let’s add microwaveable short form video content, and untalented clout chasers that get traction for being memes (which is good or bad depending on the meme). I’m so damn close to start making prints and selling them on the street. Going to local stores to loiter my art, carrying my journal showcasing my art prints to future clients, and giving them business cards for my brand.

The end goal for my social media presence is to become known for my overall artistry and personality. YouTube, Instagram and Tumblr are not my end all be all, they’re simply the building blocks and the backbones to where I plan on being, as I become more successful. I’m starting out by doing the trendy YouTube type of videos, as well as mixing in a few of my own creative ideas, then after growing a big audience of maybe 100K+ subscribers, I’d like to expand and share my ideas and behind the scenes stuff of my art, my journey to building an empire, as well as daily life stuff.

As for Tumblr, I’ll always keep this page, but I definitely plan on building a website that’s a blog & newsletter, membership perks, a merch shop and streaming hub for all of my content. Websites hold more of the true essence of who you are, that’s something we’re lacking in this day and age, the personalization of the internet and being able to archive and share content that encapsulates who you are. All of my content from now and in the future will be on my website, especially since that’s how I plan on keeping my supporters updated on everything I’m making since social media is far too oversaturated.

Okay, that’s the end of my vent. I just needed to get this off my chest.

[eli-am-confused]

hi maybe dont say weird stuff in the rbs of an art post. just a thought

Hi! I probably shouldn’t and wouldn’t normally replay to stuff like this but as you’re in anonymous so I don’t know who’s work I should stop commenting on and in case anyone else thought the same I’d like to clear the air. Say sorry and give my reasonings I guess.

If you are an artist and i made you uncomfortable by saying odd stuff when reblogging then feel free to message me to tell me and I won’t do it again for your art. I’d also like the chance to properly apologize in the right context to what I’ve said. When I rb something it’s cause I really enjoy it and when I say stuff it’s cause I have a lot of thoughts and need to get them out, but if you’re uncomfortable with me doing that with your art I totally get that. It’s no big deal or a problem at all for me to stop.

For me when I make art and people say weird stuff when rbing (wanting to eat it our squish a blorbo or throw blorbo against a wall or just having thoughts on the general idea of the post) I personally actually get really excited about it because I get to hear others thoughts and it makes me feel they enjoy what I made all that much more rather than someone just rbing with nothing or the general tags that apply (any form of rbing is loved and cherished very deeply don’t get me wrong, sometimes you’re just not in the mood to write or just can’t think of anything to say and that’s ok I get like that too). (I do thank everyone that has ever reblogged my work or messaged me to tell me they like my work. I just get shy and don’t know how to respond but I do keep it very close to my heart every time)

I’d also like to say that if you’re not an artist who is uncomfortable with me adding my two cents on your art then you simply don’t have to be on my blog. In fact, no one has to read what I have to say at all, that being someone who I’m rbing from or not. Easy fix there.

But again if you are an artist just message me and I won’t do it again for your work. For ANYONE who I have ever reblogged from who didn’t particularly like what I had to say, I am sorry and please just tell me. This isn’t meant to be an attack or anything I mean everything very genuinely, the last thing I want to do is make someone supper uncomfortable. So please just tell me if I’m going too far.

Sorry about the odd post I just think this deserves to be addressed as I have had the thought that I may have gone too far on occasion. And very often don’t remember what I’ve said even just hours later.

[clementines-writing-corner]

housekeeping, AI, and naming systems

Hello friends! ᕱ__ᕱ

I suppose I should start with a quick forewarning: this past week has not brought a whole lot of progress in regards to my creative writing and the story I am crafting. I was very busy with school assignments during the beginning of the week and very busy being ill at the end of the week. (Just a common cold and/or my allergies acting up thankfully but regardless being ill always makes my brain feel weird and often messes with my vision, hearing, and sense of balance which is a joy to deal with… not).

However I will update you with some thoughts that I had this week. 

Housekeeping

Firstly, some housekeeping. I have decided to change the name of my blog. I am a very private person. I always hesitate to give out my name on the internet. I didn’t have any social media until I was 18, and even now that I do have some social media accounts, none of them have my full name or face attached. This is just how I feel comfortable existing on the internet. I have also always toyed with the idea of writing under a penname. (These two things connect, I promise). Firstly because pennames are cool, but also because of privacy reasons. 

When I decided to create this blog, I was unsure about naming it. I eventually decided to choose something close(ish) to my real name because I had the tagline “dot your j’s and cross your t’s” thought up for years before I decided to commit and actually start a blog, and the penname I had picked out for myself did not have a “J” in it. However, recently I have come to the realization that middle names do exist. Also, plenty of authors use their middle initials. All this to say, the penname plan is back in business babes!! ᕱ__ᕱ 

So, if anyone was confused as to the name change, that is why.

AI

This is a bit of an abrupt shift in topics, but this week I was required to use AI for a couple different assignments in my classes and it got me thinking about it. I know AI is a bit of a hot button topic right now, especially in creative spaces, so since I was thinking about it a lot this week, I figured I’d put my two cents out there. 

I do think AI has the potential to be really helpful in making people’s lives easier (that's what progress is all about, right?). However, I disagree with the usage of AI in creative, professional, and educational spaces until the moral and ethical problems it brings up are addressed. And there are a lot of moral and ethical problems that come with AI. 

Plagiarism of other people's ideas and creations is the issue that I’ve been thinking about most often. We are constantly told in academia to “cite our sources” and most universities even have policies that can lead to students who plagiarize being kicked out. Yet, many people don’t see a problem with using works created with AI. All AI is, is an amalgamation of other people’s ideas and content that’s either been mined from the internet or fed to it specifically. So every piece of work AI spits out is a cut and pasted collage of other people’s stuff. And its sources are never cited. 

I am most certainly not a techie kind of person so I couldn’t tell you how to fix this issue, or any of the others AI brings up, in a way that I’m sure is plausible. All I can say is that the use of AI without addressing the moral and ethical concerns makes me mighty uncomfortable. 

Names

Finally, I can give you at least a little information on my story. I have always been the most obsessive about naming my characters. A 5 minute writing exercise? Eh, it’s whatever. Just use any names that come to mind. But give me any type of fiction writing that’s meant to be workshopped and it’s over for me. I’ll spend 3 hours searching for an appropriate name for the background character that’s going to be in 1 scene tops and never seen again. I get it from my dad, I think. He was always insistent that me and my siblings had names with good meanings. At least, that’s what my mom tells me. I’m like that with my characters.

Now, I have nowhere near as good of a grasp on linguistics and linguistic patterns to create my own language or a naming system from scratch. I’m not Tolkien. However, when I am writing a larger work, or at least a work with some worldbuilding/lore, I like to come up with systems for things like names. This past week, I started to create a naming system for the story I’m currently working on (Ailidh’s story btw if that wasn’t clear). What I have so far is that the type of fae folk Ailidh, Ruslan, and their people will have names pulled from Celtic, Russian/Slavic, Germanic, and French origins. Don’t ask why I chose those languages. I couldn’t tell you. 

*~*~*

That’s pretty much all I got done creative writing wise this week. I know it’s not much, but at least it’s not nothing, right? ᕱ__ᕱ Sorry for being so scattered in this post but as I am currently still ill, everything is a little fuzzy. I hope you all have a lovely week and hopefully by next week’s post, I’ll have gotten some more things done within my story. 

Remember, dot your j’s and cross your t’s!!

~Clementine J Quincey🪷

[ticklish-touch]

Just thought I’d weigh in with something, since I know my posts as of late can come off as kinda anti-SFW, or demonizing the SFW community as a whole. I don’t want to feel like a few bad apples spoil the bunch, since I do have SFW blogs following me that are very pleasant people - and are just as fed up with the Puritanism and denial running rampant in the tk community. If for whatever reason you do feel uncomfortable with me interacting with your blog, I just want to give my two cents: I can assure you, I’m not getting off to your SFW art, writing, reblogs etc. I’m not automatically thinking of tickle scenes in a lewd or NSFW context. If something is very clearly suggestive, then yes, I’m going to view it in a not-so-innocent way. But when it comes down to it, I keep my lewdness to my own OCs, or fav characters that are very clearly fodder for fanservice and lewd content (ex: Ban from Seven Deadly Sins. That man makes me r a b i d ) Personally, there’s a threshold for me where thoughts of tickling start off as the typical flustered, giddy, fight-or-flight excitement. It gives me a warm-fuzzy affectionate cuddly feeling, I can physically feel serotonin/dopamine in my system when I’m tickled. And I don’t want to tickle people with the intent of making them horny; I’m a gremlin revenge-Ler that, at the end of the day, just likes to see people laugh and loosen up. If pushed past that point, then the warm-fuzzies very much become hot-and-bothered. Half of my ticklish spots are erogenous zones. And if placed in front of a hot (and extremely ticklish) bod with exposed midriff and a bratty (or subby) attitude, I ain’t lookin respectfully and I wanna hear more sounds out of them than just laughter. But I’m not going to push that onto any and every character I see.  Yes, tickling is still a kink to me, and I’m fully of the mind that the “butterflies” are still a form of arousal. It’s a form of desire for more physically affectionate and intimate attention. IMO it hits the same points of the brain as getting a really good massage, getting gratuitous head scritchies, having a good cuddle session with a lover. And much like how a kiss can escalate into a make-out session and beyond, tickling can be a build-up into something more intimate. But as someone on the ace/demi spectrum, I don’t automatically expect it to take a sexual turn.

I think some people in this community need to remember that SFW at its core does not mean “No lewd or mildly suggestive content whatsoever” or “Sex-repulsed only”. The textbook definition is simply “No graphic or nude content”. You can be SFW and still be kinky. You can like NSFW and not view everything in a kinky context. You can draw nudity and not have any feelings of sexual excitement from it.

If you’re still uncomfortable with interacting with me because I do post some NSFW content or sometimes view tickling in an erotic context, then I understand! I will always try to keep a respectful distance from blogs that are strict about no NSFW content. And you can always unfollow or block me if it’s for the sake of your own comfort. Just please don’t jump to conclusions about people who aren’t sex-repulsed.

[dylanobrienisbatman]

The main problem with the whole mal vs the darkling thing in regards to being possessive (or really when it comes to any of their traits) is the fact that throughout, the darkling is clearly framed as the villain and his actions reflect that, whereas Mal as supposed to be the good guy and best romantic partner for Alina, and yet he has all these awful character traits and tendencies. So its less about how awful the Bad Guy is (since he's supposed to be), and more about how awful the person that we're supposed to believe is the best option for Alina is. I don't ship either, just my two cents.

Okay well... two things. First, your comment about "its less about how awful the bad guy is, since he's supposed to be", takes every comment I've made about Darkles out of context, which seems fitting since everything Darklina's spout about Mal is out of context. Him being the Bad Guy is fine, and if you like him AS A VILLAIN, and acknowledge all the bad shit he does, then my posts aren't for you. I think he's a very interesting villain, and a lot of the terrible shit he does that I have to keep making posts about make him a good villain, the problem is when the terrible shit the "Bad Guy" does is romanticized and viewed as the reasons why Alina SHOULD have picked him. So, don't assume everyone gets that "hes supposed to be awful". The point my post was making is that Darklina's love to call Mal possessive, but then turn around and act like Darkles literally enslaving her in somehow sexy and romantic. It's fucking not, and it's transparent as hell that y'all romanticize and sexualize the actually possessive character, and then project false character traits onto Mal. It's so transparent, it's almost funny.

But, more importantly, to your second, very wrong point, I wonder how much of the narrative about Mal having "awful character traits and tendencies" is actually a commentary on Mal as a character, or is it just Darklina's lying about things Mal has done and everyone accepting that misinterpretation as canon. Because, if were making a list...

Fuck boy - False! Mal was not a fuck boy! He was an attractive teenager who hooked up with consenting girls his age when he could, and he was not in a relationship during that time. Alina had never told him how she felt, so he is not beholden to her. (Also, nobody seems to have an issue with the fact that Darkles hooked up with Zoya in the show, that doesn't make HIM a fuckboy... interesting) (also also, nobody seems to discuss Darkles literally sexually assaulting Alina, and lying and manipulating her to get her to be physically intimate with him so he can use her... double interesting).

Slut Shames Alina - FALSE! The ever favourite callout line from Darklina's "He's all over you" isn't him slut shaming her. First, he has no idea what their relationship is like at that point, but more importantly, he is making an observation of her status in the little palace and how she has become his tool. He has dressed her up in his colors, made her put on a show for his benefit, and has created a situation where Alina appears to be his. Mal is noting that after months of searching for her, believing she was being hurt, tortured, or worse, when he arrives to save her, she looks like the Darkling's pet. (and, even if he WAS angry because he perceived them to be romantically involved, boy just spent months fighting for his life, lost multiple friends, and almost died to find her, all while coming to the realisation that he was in love with her, and then he shows up, after not hearing from her for months... I'd be pissed as hell too.) Important Note: He even acknowledges that what he said was wrong and tries to apologise, before Alina tells him that he was right. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 286). He also then apologizes, completely unprompted, for what he said. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 297).

Fat Shames Alina - False! This one is particularly laughable to me, because its one of the Darklina arguments that falls apart the second you actually read the scene. They are running for their lives in the forest, and Mal has to hunt and gather to feed them. He is noting that Alina's appetite has increased since he last saw her, and he makes a joke (ya know, how you do with friends) about how it would be easier to keep her fed if she still had her more meager appetite from before. He makes no comment on her weight, or her size, and he is not actually commenting on her appetite in a negative way, he is just acknowledging that it's a lot more work for him now that she eats more. Right before he says the line, the quote even proves that he isn't shaming her or thinking badly of her: "With a bemused expression, he watched as I gobbled down my portion and then sighed, still hungry". He is noting a change in her, and complaining that its made more work for him. If you think thats the same as fat shaming, well... thats a you problem.

Hates Alina's Powers - FALSE!!!! How to begin... do we talk about it was Mal's idea to hunt the stag in S&B, because he knew she needed it to be more powerful so she could stop the darkling? Do we talk about how he vowed to find the firebird for her, even though he was terrified of what all that power would do to her? Do we talk about how he literally died so she could achieve the power she needed to save the world? Or maybe we could talk about how he believed in her power more than anyone else, like when everyone was making bets about her abilities with the Cut and he knew she'd go further and better than anyone else expected her too, or when he tells her that he was never afraid of her powers, only what seeking all that power would do to her (which is literally the theme of the books, that power corrupts and seeking unmatched power can destroy you)? Mal being afraid of what is going to happen to Alina, being protective of her and worrying over her, is not the same as him hating her powers. He exists to help remind Alina of the themes of the story, and to guide her into maintaining her humanity.

Abusive - ... Do I even need to explain this one? Must I deign an explanation as to why this favourite Darklina lie is so fucking stupid, and also totally hypocrisy? No? Because we all know Darkles is actually the abusive one and they're trying to project their own shit onto Mal to further their abuse apologist agenda? Cool. Moving on.

Possessive of Alina - False! Throughout the entire series, Mal is quite literally the opposite of possessive, but yall just cant read. Not only does he quite literally step out of the way and allow Nikolai to court Alina without argument, which is the most direct example of him not being possessive, he also spends two full books believing, and repeatedly saying over and over and over, that they can't be together because he is not good enough for her. Mal believes, fully, that Alina deserves more than him, better than him, because he's just a tracker and a soldier, just a regular man with nothing to offer her but his love and his protection, and she is a Saint and should be a Queen. Possessiveness is the wish to own and control someone, it is literally the opposite of Mal believing that he's not good enough and doing everything he can to ensure that Alina achieves everything and gets everything he believes she is owed. A possessive character would not tell her to tell him to leave because he has nothing he can offer her, no title or land or country or crown. A possessive character would not promise to be the blade in her hand, because he believed he had nothing but the blood he could spill to offer her.

Angry - True! Yeah, omg, you caught us, Mal is ANGRY! Heaven forbid a teenager who is traumatized beyond belief and has to give up everything in his life, his position in the military (he deserted for her), his friends and the job he loved (Mikhail and Dubrov died for him, and he can't be a tracker in the army... because he deserted... for Alina), and, most importantly, he has to give up Alina (she should be Queen, he believes, and he has to give up the future he imagined with the girl he loves, who he was pretty sure loved him back, because she's a saint and queen and he's just a man), and more, is ANGRY. He has to be the one to find the amplifiers that he knows will end up hurting her, because thats what she needs to save the world. He has to sit by while Nikolai treats him like the dirt on his shoe and tries to woo Alina for his own personal gain (because Nikoalai did not love Alina. Maybe he came to care for her, but he proposed and spent all of S&S trying to get her to marry him when it was obvious they were not in love. He straight up says its so that the next King of Ravka can be married to the Sun Summoner. It's a power grab.) and he can't do anything about it. So yeah, Mal is angry. And yeah, sometimes he's even angry at Alina, just like sometimes she's angry at him. But they always find their way back, always apologize and try to be better for each other, and if you think anger is a toxic trait, and not simply a natural human emotion, might I suggest touching some fucking grass?

Idk why you thought I'd stand for Mal slander on my blog, cuz I will not. So, I'm gonna stop there, because I have shit to do today, but I really do wonder how much of Mal's 'toxic' or 'terrible' traits, that make him such a 'bad' love interest for Alina, really comes from Darklina's who refuse to actually read the text critically at all, and instead take everything he does and says out of context to further their agenda that Alina should have ended up as the Darkling's fucking slave forever, because thats the "girl power feminist" ending somehow. Mal supports her, loves her, sacrifices for her at every turn, and does everything he can do, to the point of literally dying for her, to ensure that she can defeat Darkles and save the world. He protects her, and when they end up happy and safe together on the orphange that they've rebuilt to help the children that were victims of Darkles war and genocide, he spends his days bringing her tea and cakes and flowers, kissing her silly under the stairs in the view of all the teachers, and calling her names like beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart for the rest of their ordinary life together, if love can ever be called that.

[helloyeshi]

Here’s why c!Tubbo gives me the most grief in the DreamSMP Lore

I'm not mad, just disappointed.

I’m kind of a lurker blog who reads other posts about stuff like this but never posts my own, but I feel very strongly about this and don’t see many people who agree with me so I thought I’d give my two cents. Hi, nice to meet you.

Firstly, housekeeping. The subheader is a JOKE meant to encompass my feelings about c!Tubbo, not meant to sound condescending. Before anyone skins me alive for that. Second, for the purpose of this post, I’ll refer to c!Tubbo as simply Tubbo to make my life easier; if I want to refer to the content creator at any time, I will specifically type cc!Tubbo. That goes for any other character I mention as well. Finally, please listen openly to what I have to say first before jumping down my throat and calling me names. Some people in this community have become rather toxic and I’m not down for interacting with them. This is a story. Played on a Minecraft server. Let’s have some perspective and context. With that out of the way, down to business.

I don’t hate Tubbo. In fact, when my sister first started talking to me about dsmp lore in fall 2020, I was on his side. She was ranting to me all upset because this one guy Tubbo was president of this big nation (o7) that he got thrown into leading, and some dickhole called Dream was threatening his country because his friend Tommy had been fucking around and then pissed Dream off and now Tubbo was faced with two choices (ONLY two, this is important): exile Tommy or risk the livelihoods and freedoms of his people. Didn’t even know the guy and I was so upset at Tommy and felt so strongly for Tubbo. Then, I started watching the vods for myself, and I watched ALL OF THEM. at the time the playlist was 300 videos long and growing, by the time I finished it was at 600. I got every shred of content I could find. And after watching the whole journey, through exile, doomsday, the imprisonment of Dream, up through Tommy’s death, I was a full-on Tommy apologist, and I was sooooo disappointed in Tubbo. Going back to the moment of exile, what I thought was a kid who grew up too quickly having to mother his misbehaving friend turned out to be a kid who grew up too quickly giving up right from the get-go. If you remember from those vods, Tommy was fighting the injustice that Dream had been forcing on them for a while—rashly and overexcitedly maybe, but without reservation. After he brought up Spirit and fanned Dream’s anger, right up until the moment of exile, Tommy had both acknowledged his role in the grief he gave to Tubbo those last three days and had attempted to form an alternative plan based on the lofty but still sound notion that defeating Dream once and for all would essentially strip any smaller enemies of their motivations and take away the biggest headache on the server; basically that it was Dream, not Tommy, who was threatening L’Manberg right now.

Now, Tommy’s last-minute Technoblade plan would never have worked, I admit that. But the point is that Tommy was fighting hard to protect not just himself but everyone on the server who had been hurt by Dream; he wanted peace and happiness, as evidenced by the building of his hotel after Dream’s imprisonment. From where I was standing, Tubbo, commonly known as the “smarter” rational one of the clingy duo, had every opportunity to maybe make a plan for after the exile had happened to rescue Tommy, at the VERY least tell Tommy that he wasn’t going to abandon him. Basically, he had another option besides the two I mentioned, the two that seemed to create an inescapable ultimatum. I hoped, anyway. But what happened? Tubbo panicked. Perfectly understandable, though unfortunate. But then, he forgot. Tommy was gone, he wasn’t causing trouble, and that was that. He didn’t visit Tommy in exile. When Tommy showed up weeks later with the man Tubbo tried to have executed, he had no idea why. I was excited. This was Tommy’s chance to tell his best and oldest friend what Dream had done to him, how much he missed him, and finally start to heal knowing that Tubbo would be at his side. But Tubbo refused to understand. He refused to understand the discs, even as Tommy realized what he had become in his search for them; there’s a reason they meant so much to him that I felt no one on the server, most notably his best friend, tried to understand. When Tommy apologized and left Technoblade’s side in the ruined community house, I thought Tubbo was going to apologize too. For abandoning his friend, for letting Dream play with him like a ragdoll, for settling for his comfort and peace of mind over the well-being of someone I thought was supposed to be like his brother with how much he cared for him (typing this out makes me realize how similar this is to the City of Omelas story, which you can look up for some context if you want). I was glad the two were back together, and that Tommy had reconciled himself, but Tubbo hadn’t taken his turn.

Once Dream had been put in prison, I thought we would finally see the clingy duo back to how they were; we got a glimpse of it right at the end of that stream listening to Mellohi on the bench. But Tubbo, hurt and traumatized and searching for escape, built Snowchester, got a husband (for tax benefits might I add), adopted a child…and seemed to abandon Tommy even further. I’m not saying that Tubbo isn’t allowed to have those things that make him happy, or that he’s not allowed to dictate how he heals from the pain he went through. But the thing is, Tommy was hurting, too. Tommy had still not told Tubbo about what happened in exile. And you know what? Tubbo never asked. Maybe he was too afraid to, after having found the tower in Logsteadshire, but even months later, even TODAY, he still doesn’t know. He STILL hasn’t asked. That’s supposed to be Tommy’s best friend. It seemed to me like he ran away from Tommy because he couldn’t be bothered to care about him anymore, it was too much effort, too dangerous. Maybe he was right.

But Tommy still cared about him. Tommy still fought for him and did things for him and cussed out Technoblade over him. Despite the fact that Tubbo seemed to replace Tommy with Ranboo who made him happy (remember how sad Tommy sounded when he found that out? owwwwww), Tommy still thought of Tubbo as his best friend. Even though Tubbo had moved far beyond that. He left Tommy behind because Tommy was tied too closely with the chaotic center of the server (Dream). A tie Tommy doesn’t want either. He wants to get away from Dream as much as Tubbo does, and half his reason for that is BECAUSE of what Dream has done to Tubbo.

Now bear with me here because I’m going to explain my view here by getting a little personal. I relate very strongly to Tommy because I was in a very similar situation. My freshman year of college, I made friends with this girl, we’ll call her Olly, and we went through some tough friend group issues, until it was just us two. We moved into a flat together and spent months complaining about the antics of our former friends; sometimes it seemed that’s all she wanted to talk about, but I didn’t mind, I was her best friend. It’s my job to be there for her. Olly had some darkness in her past and some mental health troubles that came from it, and I poured as much as I had into sticking by her and helping, I really did. At one point, she told me she was going to start hanging out with some of the people involved in our friend drama from before, who had essentially heard about how much the main people involved had hurt me (the person who started all the drama was my ex who tried to split up the friend group bc he didn’t want Olly or the others to be around me) but had continued hanging out with them despite noting themselves how fucked up their behavior was. When I spoke to Olly about it, she said they “hadn’t done anything to her, so she was just giving them the benefit of the doubt.” I didn’t know it, but first red flag.

There were a number of other red flags during the rest of our time together; she never apologized for anything, purposefully made me feel stupid in arguments using tone and eye movements (I sound nitpicky but body language says a lot), responded to my addressing of my feelings by talking about herself, etc. I more and more often found myself questioning whether she really wanted to be around me. She used to hook up with this guy and would often come home complaining about him and telling me that she had decided that hooking up was all that she deserved, to which I of course responded by bonking her on the head and telling her she deserved so much more than that, even if she didn’t realize it, and all I wanted for her was that she was happy, but I didn’t stop her from going with that guy because it was her life, not mine. I just reminded her that I loved her and I’d be here for her when she came back, I’m her best friend. It’s my job. A day after I said all this to her, she told me she had told the guy that they were done hooking up, and I was so happy; she had listened to me, I had helped her, she saw a little bit of how much I loved her….only for her to say that my words had very little to do with it. Kinda hurt but okay fine, whatever, she’s finally looking for someone worthy of her. Didn’t know that that also meant she wasn’t listening to me about a lot of other things.

I helped this girl through so many nervous breakdowns and anxiety attacks with serious joy. We spent so much time together. She helped me through a period of about three weeks when I was being stupid about a guy, spending all day and night hanging out with him only to realize he was using me. Then, she got a boyfriend, and he was in a tight spot and needed a place to stay, so I suggested he move in with us. Big mistake lol. After about 5 months, it was like I wasn’t even there. In September of 2020, I noticed a change and brought it to her, asking if I had done anything to make her not want to be my friend anymore. She talked about herself. Didn’t apologize. Made me feel stupid. The usual. I fell into a depression for about 3 months and would spend days on end in bed without eating or showering or going outside. My grades fell, my room was always dark, I’m very introverted so it’s very hard for me to make friends, so basically I only had myself. And it was then that I noticed that she never once checked on me. She would walk past my door with her boyfriend like another person didn’t live there. I was her best friend. Wasn’t this her job? Didn’t she remember how much time we had spent surviving life together? She walked into my room in December and asked how I was, then promptly asked for a ride to work because her boyfriend couldn’t take her. That’s when I got angry.

Basically she only needed me around for convenience. I took her side during our friend squabbles, I was an anchor during her panic attacks, I was someone to have around that gave her things and didn’t get on her nerves. I realized that she only noticed I was spending more time with that boy that one time than with her because she didn’t have ready access to me during those weeks. I also found out that the only reason she had come into my room in December was because my sister, who hadn’t heard from me in weeks and was concerned, asked her to check on me. And she used that opportunity to ask for a ride.

I moved out in May of 2021 and cut her off completely, without an explanation or a discussion, because I learned 2 things from being her friend for 2+ years. Firstly, my feelings didn’t matter. I didn’t want to initiate talking to her about what I had felt because she would just talk about herself, she wouldn’t try to understand, since she had done this same thing so many times before. She talked about our former friends to me even when we were still friends, telling me all the shit they were doing and what she wanted to say to them…but when it came time to confront them, she would act fake to their faces, like nothing was bothering her, and they were silly for thinking so. The confrontations happened because I had had enough of these people treating me and her like shit. Me the awkward one who sucks at arguing my point. I literally did it for her. This time, I was the one she was ranting about and making assumptions about, without telling me straight out what I had done wrong. Even when I had asked her. Secondly, even if I sat her down and began a civil conversation with her, and kindly pointed out where she went wrong like I asked her to point out to me in September, she wouldn’t listen. She never listened to what I had to say, especially if it involved things that she herself could improve. She took it as an accusation, even when I just wanted help. She never told me what was actually going through her mind because it was easier to just tell a third party (the boyfriend) who didn’t have both sides and would therefore agree with her. It was easier to abandon me.

That’s why it pissed me off so much to see Tubbo seeming to forget about Tommy; he was abandoning him, running off with Ranboo and away from dealing with the Dream problem. He didn’t want to address exile because it was too painful, but Tommy was feeling the pain, too. Tommy was feeling pain Tubbo doesn’t know about because he never asked. He never cared to. It was easier that way. He has a kid and a country and a husband and nukes to worry about now. He has no time for Tommy’s antics; the antics being trying to right the wrongs Dream has caused (generally speaking). If Olly had asked me sincerely what was wrong, I probably would have spilled it all to her, like she was giving me permission to be cared about. But she didn’t and talked behind my back to her boyfriend instead. It was easier that way. Probably made her feel righteous. Olly didn’t make the time for her best friend, and that’s way too similar to how Tubbo doesn’t make time for his.

The difference between me and Tommy is that Tommy forgave and continues to forgive Tubbo, which frankly makes me even angrier at Tubbo bc despite everything, Tommy still gives his relationship with Tubbo all he has. When he could be like me and just leave, no explanation no discussion.

I’m not trying to demonize Olly. She was a damaged individual who didn’t want help, no matter who tried to give it to her, and if they don’t want it, you can’t force it on them. But the hurt I see in Tommy resonates with me. Maybe Tubbo doesn’t owe Tommy anything, that may be perfectly true; maybe Olly didn’t owe me anything either, she didn’t ask me to help her. But the unfairness of how Tubbo treats him, like an annoying little kid when they used to be the Clingy Duo, really breaks my heart, because I know exactly how it feels to be abandoned by someone who you thought had chosen you.

Basically I have a single shred of hope for Tubbo, and less than a shred of patience. He frustrates me because his potential for redemption is so high, if only he would stop putting his head in the sand and address what happened between him and Tommy when he was president. I definitely commend cc!Tubbo for such a complex character though, especially for one that gets me genuinely frustrated. Hopefully the one good thing that will come from Dream being out is that Tommy and Tubbo might be forced to reconcile about exile. As horrible as that is to say.