Lovely Fantasies

25yrs ♐️/ all are valid here/ twitter: @Flusteredyet /if you like my writing you can also find me here https://archiveofourown.org/users/1001scoganmusings

[1001scoganmusings]

Precious Treasure

Black hat x Flug

18+ so kiddos get lost till your older or i cure you with premature balding. It’s your choice.

Tw:

Jealousy

Insecurities about looks

And character death

Some gore

Some smut 😈

A/n: hey guys know it’s been awhile but I just had to get this out of my head before it drove me crazy. Also if you write you k ow what it feels like to write a diamond of a fic. But what do you do about the fics that feel like coals? Curious bucause I have a billion drafts but for some reason they just feel like lumps of coals instead of diamonds. Anyways that is for your patients and on with the show!!!

Flug liked to think himself so smart and tactile. Standing there by the couch in my office, data pad in hand while trying and failing to hid his increasing annoyance with our new client. But we both knew better.

“Your not even listening,” said a very pretty witch, crossing her arms and leaning closer. Close enough that her shoulder touched mine. Her voice soft and soothing to the ear like silver bells.

“Maria—“

“Mariah,” she corrected. Annoyance flashing across her face for a moment. But when I took her hand and kissed it before bringing my lips to her ear, voice low and soft as silk, “of course how imbecilic of me to get such a beautiful name wrong.” She practically melted against his side. How pathetic. So easy.

“It’s alright, everyone makes mistakes,” She stutters, blushing furiously. She tucks her head under my jaw and places her hand over my chest. The intimate position and the overwhelming stench of her perfume making my skin crawl.

Had she not been a potential client I might’ve enjoyed watching Flug experiment on her till she no longer resembled anything close to human.

Flug clears his throat. “Can you tell us in your own words why you are here,” he asks. His tone just shy of rude. I shoot him a look that says stop.

He pretends to not see it.

“I’m here to make a deal. My contract for information on a hero.”

“A trade?” I inquire. Flug’s eyes flick down to Mariah’s hand and how her fingers played with my tie.

“That’s right.” She smiles sweetly.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You would need to ask the one who you made the deal with not me.”

“But your black hat. Power and might uncontested. Surely there’s something you can do.” Her hand slides up my chest, up my neck. He thumb gently stroking my jaw.

Jealousy. The smell like that of finely aged brandy wafts off Flug, stirring my own arousal. As if he had anything to worry about. I want to take his face in my hands and kiss away the frown of insecurity I know lies beneath his paper bag. To tell him this creature beside me could not compare to the exquisite perfection that he was. How absurd that he should be jealous.

Still, it does stroke the ego to see one’s partner so possessive. So passionate and willing to risk his image and reputation to stake their claim.

Flug on the other hand seemed to stop breathing altogether when she leaned even closer, looking up at me through veiled lashes. “Maybe we could talk about it more privately. Perhaps I can change your mind.”

I don’t even get a chance to answer before her head exploded. brains splattering against the walls and floor.

“Flug!” I yell, wiping the blood from my face with my handkerchief. “God damn it we just lost information.”

“We can get the information another way,” he says simply pocketing his gun and turning on his heel, making a quick bee line for the door.

Oh no. If he thought he was going to run away with no explanation he was sorely mistaken.

His hand barely touches the door knob when I wrap my tentucals around him and lift him off the ground, and back in to my arms.

“Let me go,” he grunts, fighting my grip on him. The anger clear in his voice now.

“Why so you can go sulk in your lab and make up fake senarios in your head about how I don’t love you.”

“You don’t.” He answers vehemently. “Other wise why would you have let her be all over you like that.”

“What,” I say, throughly confused now. “we agreed to let that happen so she would talk.

“I said act asshole not enjoy it.” He stomps on my foot in a last ditch attempt as escape but I pay it no mind.

“You think I was enjoying that?” I roll my eyes at his glare. “And besides, I distinctly remember you were the one who suggested it. Butter her up I believe was the words you used.”

“Yeah well...well talking about it and...and seeing it is different.” His voice cracks and my heart feels as though it were breaking. “I thought you were gonna kiss her.” He’s no longer trying to fight me but I know if I let him go he’ll run.

“Flug,” I say gently, carefully lifting the paper bag and letting it fall to the ground.

“Don’t,” he says half heartedly but makes no move to stop me.

“How ridiculous to be so upset over your own plan.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Starting with his forehead, down the bridge of his nose. On each cheek before finally pressing my lips to his.

He bites my bottom lip, pulling a moan from me. The sound enough to make Flug come alive and kiss me back in earnest. His hands gripping my lapels tightly, pulling me down, and deepening the kiss.

It’s messy and hot but simultaneously hungry, languid, and sweet.

We break apart only so Flug can breath. My mouth latches on to the exposed flesh of flug’s neck. Leaving hot open mouthed kisses before pressing my lips to his ear, and whispering, “You would not be jealous of any one if you knew what goes through my mind when I look at you.”

“Tell me,” he insists, cupping my jaw and turning my face back to his. Our lips a hairs breath away. And I gaze down in to those gorgeous autumn brown eyes filled with nothing but love for me. It nearly knocks me to my knees. Such devotion and adoration couldn’t have been placed on a more unworthy man such as myself. That much I am painfully and keenly aware.

“No one can compre to you beloved. Your beauty and loveliness is even more radiant than all the wealth and riches of the infinite realms combined. You are my precious treseare.” My hands trail down to unfasten our belts. He gasps, forehead pressing against mine, clutching at my shoulders when I begin stroking us in tandium.

“Liar,” he shudders, unable to keep the delight from his voice when i bite down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Marking him as mine for all to see.

“Beauty and splendor personified. No one in this life or the next can contest you in my eyes.” I tighten my hand, speeding up my movements. Watching with rapt attention as Flug begins to fall apart.

“Beautiful,” I breath against his lips before kissing him. Groaning as I follow moments behind him. My cum adding to the mess he’s made of my hand and shirt.

I wipe the mess on his lab coat and he frowns slightly but doesn’t seem to mind too much.

We stay like that for quite some time. Holding one another and kissing like we might never get to again.

“In future lets omit using seduction from our book of tricks, hm. After all we both know only you are allowed to touch me, my love.”

“Yes sir,” agrees Flug, cupping my face in both hands and beaming up at me as though I had just handed him the world.

“Yes sir,” agrees Flug, cupping my face in both hands and beaming up at me as though I had just handed him the world.

[izbnart]

Batman animation 👍🌟

[mossbawn]

people on here are always saying “we NEED a story where the art of storytelling is abandoned” like ugh literary devices are soo annoying like that wouldn’t happen in real life that only happened to further the story (why is there story in my story) why would orpheus turn around when he was explicitly told not to why would icarus fly so close to the sun romeo&juliet catcher in the rye why are they so earnest why pour your heart and soul into anything why bother why cant all art be quippy logical monotony like my marvel movies there’s a void in my heart bc i refused to fill it and the curtains were blue

[mossbawn]

“i hate poetry its so pretentious” but then you reblog a quote or a throwaway line and say “why does this go so hard” you are desperate for poetry you are starved for it and u dont even realise you’re hungry

[aimasup]

[ciaran]

it's great when characters don't know themselves well enough to communicate their trauma. if you ask them what fucked them up and really really manage to force an answer out of them they'll be like idk someone hit me i guess and they'll never manage to tell you what it actually was bc they don't know! they haven't got a damn clue what went wrong in their own life to make them end up how they did, where they did. they think whatever answer they've been scrapping with for all their life is just all there is to the matter. if you actually went and looked at their childhood you'd see, with great clarity, the continuity between what hurt them and what became of them but they can't see it—won't see it— it's important that they know that 1. something is wrong with them 2. they HAVE an idea of what it is 3. they are completely fucking wrong or kind of right but they're pointing at smth in the middle of a long series of events as the origin for the sake of convenience or they're mistaken or they are just like sincerely doing their best to answer the question but have no clue. they're not lying, maliciously or otherwise. they don't know

[age-sliding-flug]

Writing out a document to summarize the relationships between everyone in my fic's universe, and somehow this shit post came about (don't remember the source other than it being a reaper76 edit):

Black Hat: *Reacting to a post* Me because I'm a supervillain and full demon

Demencia: BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK 🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

Flug: My sister in villainy, do you not have any dignity left in your soul?

[1001scoganmusings]

I petition My sister in villainy to replace my sister in Christ when we right had guys in fics. This is so genius 🥰

[everydaylouie]

[ramdomcitizen]

A yearly staple

[tiktoks-for-dead-pope]

[jadedresearcher]

I love this post so much I have done everything in my power to make sure I will never forget it via reblogging it every October 5th, in memory of discovering it for the first time

[busket]

I hope that within 5-10 years every ice "agent" in jail

[busket]

"erm can we not wish state violence against people?" you know. you're right, I was being too generous wishing a fair trial and a life sentence against people who are hunting and kidnapping innocent people off the street and sending them to concentration camps

I hope that within 5-10 years every ice "agent" is butchered like a fucking animal

[socialmaya]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

saw this being debated and just wanted to talk about it too.

"is it rude if I politely ask a writer if they use ai or chatgpt on their works because I'm almost certain they do?"

yes, it is rude. no matter how polite you are being when you ask them this.

you say you are almost certain. so you are not absolutely certain.

unless you are absolutely, undoubtedly certain — with actual proof — that their writing is ai generated, never ever ask an artist if their work is ai generated.

I know several writers who would stop writing and delete all of their works if they were ever accused of using ai. so it doesn't matter if you are polite when you ask them this, you are suggesting that their works are ai generated, that they didn't create the works they could have spent hours, days, weeks, months or years working on.

ai and chatgpt are trained on real humans' works, they are trained to mimic the way real humans write. so if you say a genuine writer's work "looks ai", I'm gonna have to ask you what you think ai was trained on.

a writer whose English isn't their first language may also write in a way that "looks ai" to some, if they write in English and have to rely on translator.

using em dash isn't a sign of ai. I do it all the time. my fellow writers all love em dash.

having long paragraphs with "overly described scenes" isn't a sign of ai. I do it all the time, and so do my fellow writers.

all the "ai signs" are actually just what most writers actually do. they get mistaken for "ai signs" because sometimes the way writers write or describe a scene in a fanfic or an original work is different than the way people talk or text. because they're writing a fic and describing a scene, not chatting with a friend. the way I talk is different than the way I write my fics.

if you suspect a work was ai generated, but are not 100% sure, you can always just stop reading said work without saying anything.

if someone does use ai to write, they will either a.) deny and continue using ai to write or b.) admit because they see nothing wrong with it and continue using ai to write.

if a genuine writer was wrongly accused of using ai, they may stop writing altogether.

asking a writer if they use ai or chatgpt to write will always do more harm than good. witch hunting will always do more harm than good.

you are not "fighting against ai" by throwing around such accusations. you are harming genuine writers and artists.

[thisisjustfuckingsterling]

It isnt an accusation. Its a fucking question. One that protects the very communities and artists that this post claims to defend.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

all of the fanfic writers, whom I personally know, say the same thing that they would feel discouraged and might delete all their works if they were asked this.

it’s not “hey do you like x or y” question. it’s a subtle implication that your work looks like it was written by a robot within a minute. if you personally don’t find that offensive, that’s cool. but I know a lot of writers do. and they have the rights to be discouraged by it.

also we are talking about fanfic writers who write as their hobby, getaway or safe place, writers whose works you read for free. not writers who sell their works and are making profit from what they write. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything.

[bardic-tales]

This just came across my dash. I'm going to be blunt.

Asking a writer or artist if they “use AI” is an accusation, no matter how you dress it up. It’s not neutral. It implies you think their effort, style, or voice is artificial. It implies that their human work doesn’t look human enough for you.

You don’t protect the community by policing people who are actually creating from scratch. You protect it by supporting human creators, reporting confirmed AI misuse when there’s evidence, and learning the difference between this sounds different than what I’d write and this is machine-generated.

Writers—especially fanfic authors—already pour their time, emotion, and identity into what they share for free. They don’t owe anyone proof of authenticity on top of that. And if your question makes someone want to quit writing, it’s not protecting the community. It’s shrinking it.

If you’re not 100% sure, just scroll. AI ethics don’t need to turn into public inquisition season.

[edwardcreel]

“And if your question makes someone want to quit writing, it’s not protecting the community. It’s shrinking it.”

^^^^ this

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers

[enki2]

[memorycycle]

can we go here

[tgirlwithreverb]

reluctant friend: chicken city is a myth, we should turn back

grizzled mercenary: it's getting dark keep moving

chicken girl: chicken city's real, it's a city full of chickens, where they have a Roller coaster chicken feeder. I saw it

me: the implications are astounding

[dominaecaede]

forbidden fruit 🩸

[integrityflower]

ship wars are dumb. Polyamory and aromanticism are easy, simple, and effective solutions

[guiltxless-deactivated20260309]

“You want to be an author? That’s awesome! I could never do that, I’m so bad with words”

Me searching for words similar to “slowly” for the fifth time and then going to google the definition of each word just to make sure it means slowly:

[author-cs-gravely]

The universal struggle for writers.

[scarpology]

[autisticexpression]