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You can also find me on Ao3 at the same user now!
Most of those works were also posted here but I'll be reposting them because my blog was taken down, so if you saw those before, I am not plagiarizing, I am still the author! If you see my works posted by anyone other than Koolaidmansbitch or Spiderlily-w1tch-blog, then it's stolen!!
ยน Incest, Stepcest/Pseudo Incest, Underage, Age Gap, Yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, Non-Human Character[Mythical Creatures, Extraterrestrials, etc; not all will be humanoid]
ยฒ Reader will not knowingly be an extramarital partner if [they] are the affair partner/or outlying circumstances will lead to Reader cheating(ie, no cheating just for kicks, only if Reader is in an unhappy possibly arranged(fake/superficial) relationship)
ยณ No specified details of reader UNLESS it is plot relevant i.e, a disguise or specific change to appearance or relating to character background[ie, familial relations if necessary/other] or specific plot-relevant birthmark/scar/body type
Giant F!reader who was originally human but ate the Giant-Giant no mi : model jรถtnar (Frost giant). Who eventually made her way to Elbaf, where she lives in a small (by giant standards) cottage no less than a few miles from where the Accursed Price sits chained to a tree.
A/N : This is a snippet from what will be a Loki x Reader fic that iโve been cooking in my head for a while. Please let me know if youโre interested in reading more. :)
Sorry if this is poorly formatted, it was completely written on mobile haha.
Trigger warnings : possible child neglect(?) if thereโs any i missed feel free to let me know
She was originally a normal human who, funny enough, was the daughter of Akagami no Shanks. Aside from her red eyes she looked nothing like her father. In her early years she was a carefree child who had a crew of uncles ready to protect her but once Uta came along- everything shifted. The uncles that used to take so much care of her were now caring for another little girl. She slowly became invisible to her own family over time.
Around age 13, she was caught stealing and Yassop had to help get her out of trouble. He brought her right to Shanks and informed him the she got caught. A heated argument broke out between Shanks and his daughter that resulted in him telling her that she all but ruined his 20โs because he had to worry about running a crew while having a child.
As soon as the statement had left his mouth, Shanks knew he fucked up. Telling a child, HIS own child, that she ruined his life wasnโt what he meant to say. Beckman had no choice but to step in then and diffuse the situation. He escorted the young girl back to her room and sat with her while she cried herself to sleep.
It was in that moment that fate sealed itself. Shanks had all but lost his only child to the wrong words spoken out of anger.
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After that day, she became more isolated and increasingly angry. Around her 14th birthday, she made the choice to leave. Departing the Red force during the night watch shift change. With a bag full of clothes and a few hundred berry, she had all but disappeared.
It took about a week before anyone in the crew realized she was gone. Her isolated tendencies had become so normal that not seeing her for days was normal. But after day 5 of her not coming to Lucky Roux to get her meals after everyone had eaten, he knew something was amiss.
Taking his concerns straight to Beckman, he informed the sharpshooter that something wasnโt right. Roux knew that Beckman was the only crew member that you would actually talk to. So he all but hoped that his worries were smaller than they seemed.
Beckman had made the trek to your room as soon as Lucky left his small office. He hadnโt even knocked before his haki picked up that there was no one beyond the door. Benn was immediately alert because she never left her room. Not unless she knew her father wasnโt on board.
Benn made his way across the ship, slow and steady as not to drag to much attention to the fact that they were miles away from the last island and the girl his considered his own seemingly wasnโt on board. He checked every spot he knew you liked but turned up empty every time.
Thatโs when he had not choice but to go directly to the captain.
Shanks was dumbfounded that you had somehow debarked and not a single person noticed. He was more mad at himself for not noticing considering your door was not but eight feet from his bedroom door. The searched the ship twice before the emperor made the choice to turn the ship around.
With the course set to return back to the island they left days ago, Shanks could all but hope you were still there.
This is more of just a kind of fleshed out idea with filler names because I didnโt have anyone specific in mind. If this inspires anyone, then please, have at it! (Just if you want to use any of the specifics here, ask and credit me)
Second Chance Romance + โSecretโ Baby + Love At First Sight + The One That Got Away(without getting their name) + Strangers to Lover(but the exact opposite of speed run)
CW: Cheating, familial and friendship betrayal, blatantly ignoring stranger danger(but it works out in the end!), probably cringy oversharing to strangers, allusions to smut but nothing explicit, probably incorrect child development
You were miserable at your sisterโsโ Novaโsโ bachelorette party, you had just had an explosive break up with your now ex-boyfriendโ Maurkisโ just a week prior because you found him in bed with not just your other sisterโ Carrieโ but your supposed best friendโ Hana. At the same time. Not to mention, seeing your soon-to-be-married sister all but grinding against one of the sparkly, barely dressed men in the club didnโt sit right with you right now, but you figured as long as the only touching going on was over the clothes and mouths stayed away from each other, it wasnโt your business since you knew, even though she messes aroundโalmost like a game of chicken she has no intention of going through withโ sheโs fiercely loyal to her loved ones. So there, you leaned against the glass balcony barrier, letting the cold air keep you completely sober between sips of your singular alcoholic beverage for the night, picking at and trailing your fingers along the smooth petals of the flowers wrapped around the metal bar you leaned on.
โNot having fun with your friends?โ A deep, alluring voice sounded from beside you, surprising you as youโd been alone from the moment you got out there.
โNot really. My sisterโs bachelorette party, but Iโm not exactly in the moon to be celebrating love, especially since the guy sheโs currently grinding on isnโt her fiancรฉ.โ You shrugged with a bitter laugh.
โI get that. My brotherโs bachelor party is actually going on in there, too. In fact, I think heโs the one your sister is grinding on.โ He laughed with a wry smirk on his face. You laughed at the parallel and nodded along.
โI just got cheated on by my ex with our other sisterโ who was thankfully VERY uninvitedโ and my quote-unquote best friend. You?โ You asked, though you made sure with your tone and eyes he didnโt have to answer.
โNothing physicalโ supposedlyโ but my ex left me for her pottery instructor. Pretty sure he Patrick Swayzeโd her.โ He joked, a bitter laugh huffed from folded in lips.
โWell arenโt we a pair.โ You huffed, looking out into the night, seeing all the twinkling lights of the city below.
โYea.โ He chuckled, a real one, โNeither of us is having much fun, huh?โ His tone was filled with bitter amusement, though before you could answer, he continued, โWhat do you say we get out of here? Tonightโs a celebration, but weโre not even having a good time. Why donโt we change that and make our own fun?โ He proposed, though when it looked like you were contemplating if you should refuse what seemed like a sexual offer, he rushed to clarify, โI know a really great Gyro stand nearby! And an art gallery thatโs only open at night with actually interesting pieces, not just a woman posing uncomfortably in 5 different color pallets. All the hole in the wall joints, an arcade for adults with the fun stuff like air hockey and ski ball.โ He offered, a beseeching look in his eye. With his enthusiasm and cute desperation for you not to think he only wanted your body, you couldnโt deny him.
He took you to get Gyros, then to see the actually good art pieces and sculpturesโ he was right, though some were funny like the banana duct taped to the wallโ then to a record store through an actual hole in a brick wall, a plastic sliding door the only barrier from the outside elements, into a space that was clearly an abandoned storage room before they arrived. He played you one of his favorite records in the shop in one of the listening booths, it was ethereal, like youโd stepped into a different world, the cover had a beautiful flower stylized to look open and inviting, like you could reach into the picture and touch it. You were still hungry and he wanted to make sure you were completely sober even though you told him you only had half a drink the whole night so he took you to a ramen place through another literal hole in the wall but this one seemed to be intentional and deliberate in style with real doors attached to the inside with flowers painted along the edges, the vines and leaves painted onto the brick outside it. A music store with instruments you could actually play, he taught you to play 3 notes on a bass but you couldnโt get the grasp right so those 3 took half an hour, and because you two stopped to laugh several times. A small comedy club that had the same layout as an open mic night at a cafรฉ with tall circular tables made to hold 2, maybe 3, with a single flower in the centre of each, and a bunch of crowd work that had you in stitches. Then he finally took you to the promised arcade where you two got way too into a game of air hockey, with you whooping his butt, though he technically beat you at ski ball, only because he cheated and tossed it directly into the centre hole!
You and he were having the most amazing night together, both completely forgetting your woes and even the circumstances that led you to meet. You had such amazing chemistry and you couldnโt help but to feel a connection more electric than any of your past long term boyfriends. It seems he felt it, too, because before long, he had eagerly followed you when you dragged him to your hotel room, not even waiting for the elevator to leave the first floor before he had pressed you against the cold metal wall with his lips aggressively attached to yours. His tie was undone and barely staying draped around his neck and your dress was fully unzipped with your heels grasped in your hand behind his back that was only half covered by his jacket by the time you got to your room. Your heels and dress hit the ground next to his jacket and tie before the door even fully closed.
By the morning, you woke up in his grasp and it was the most amazing experience youโd had to date, the feeling of waking up in his arms felt so cosmically right that you never wanted it to end. But, of course, you were still sweaty and covered in a mixture of his and your cum between your thighs that you desperately needed a shower. You felt him wake when you shifted and he greeted you with the most beautiful half-awake smile youโd ever seen.
โMorning.โ He hummed and if you thought his voice when uttering the most debauched things last night was amazing, this was even better. If you werenโt worn out and sore, youโre sure you would have a lake between your thighs.
โMorning.โ You greeted back after a minute of just staring at him with stars and hearts in your eyes. You leaned in, half worried that he might push you away, and kissed him Good Morning, though your worries were unfounded as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you in, his other hand planted on your waist while his thumb drew slow shapes on your side. The fact that he kept his hands respectful while you kissed him completely naked made your heart flutter like a school girl talking to her crush. Upon pulling away, you stayed close and gazed at his face, at his eyes, his lips, his nose, his cheekbones, his chin, his jaw, his hair, the freckles that you hadnโt noticed before. It seemed he was studying you just the same and he liked what he saw as he smiled softly, the sight enough to make you mirror it. You shifted when the pull on your side from being twisted for so long started to get uncomfortable and felt the dried and sticky mess between your legs and winced.
โAs much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I need a shower. Itโs my own fault for not letting you up when you wanted to get the cloth, I know.โ You chuckled when he raised a knowing brow at your initial statement. With an amused smile, he leaned in and gave you a shorter kiss before letting you up.
โIโll take one after and then we can talk some more.โ He promised, dragging his fingers soothingly against your side, โI really like talking to youโฆโ He confessed sweetly and the flutter in his chest was only made worse. Before he could accidentally convince you to crawl right back into bed and ignore the mess making your thighs stick uncomfortably to each other, you stood and quickly promised youโd be back with a blush across your face. He laughed lightly at that and laid back down to wait for you.
Unfortunately, though, when you came back out he was gone. Before you could be angry in tandem to your heartbreak, you noticed the note stuck to the mirror.
โI am so so sorry, my brother called and apparently one of the guysโ wife just went into early labor(REALLY early) so weโre getting an earlier flight home and I needed to get back and get my stuff ready to book it to the airport. I had so much fun with you and I wish I could stay longer and talk like I said. Call me and we can get together again!โ
The note was hastily scrawled and it only got harder to read as you read on but it was just legible enough until the very bottom. Thatโs where the problem was the worst.
You could not read the number whatsoever. The numbers were worse than any of it, they overlapped and were written in such a rush that the pen pierced the paper at one point. Below that was something else, even more hastily and with so much urgency you couldnโt tell what it was supposed to be. You think there was a C somewhere, or maybe that was a K, or an H? Was it some kind of sign off? Like Sayonara?
It only occurred to you when you were packing it into your carryon that you realized,
You never got his name.
As he was boarding the plane and and enduring his brotherโs teasing at where he disappeared to that he realized,
He never got your name.
Shit.
Weeks later when youโd been sick for a week straight, you thought you picked something up from the bachelorette party, or even that this was grief-induced illness, youโd gone to the doctor to make sure it wasnโt anything bad. They couldnโt find any obvious symptoms of a specific illness so they took blood and sent you home with some basic nausea medicine to help manage it as best you can. They called you back a couple days later when your bloodwork came back and delivered the news.
โYour labs show that you test positive for pregnancy, but weโd like to do an ultrasound to make sure that itโs not a false positive or something else causing the hormone secretion given your current sexual activity and your reported stress.โ Your doctor delivered professionally, though the result made your eyes bug out of your head. In shock, you numbly nodded and went through the motions in a daze until you were propped on the table with your shirt pushed up, your leggings bunched down, and cold gel on your belly that woke you from your trance. When the wand made contact, your head snapped to the screen while she wandered until she pointed to a white blob on the black and white screen.
โThereโs your baby, it looks like youโre about 5 weeks along.โ She showed you and explained all the technical and biological and medical stuff but you werenโt listening, only focussed on the little life inside you. It seems she could tell you werenโt listening because she gave you a pamphlet and packet with all of the information she said that you didnโt hear and a pamphlet for all of your options.
When you got home, you sat still and silent on your couch for what had to be hours, just processing. It was only the sharp trill of your phone that broke you out of it. You answered and your sister was checking up on you, asking if you got any answers about why youโd been so sick, asking if you were okay and if you needed anything. For a moment you were silent, though it was enough for her to worry.
โHey? You oka-?โ
โIโm pregnant.โ You said softly.
โYouโre what?โ She either didnโt hear you or didnโt believe you.
โIโm pregnantโฆ 5 weeks.โ You said louder, still in shock.
โ5 weeks? But thatโs-? Oh my gods!! When you snuck off!! You-!! Oh my gods!!!โ She started freaking out for and about you and her reaction helped to bring you back to yourself.
She became one of your biggest supports, her and her new husband offering for you to stay at their place with their live-in housekeeperโ who was the sweetest woman ever, as well as a trained midwifeโ while they were away on their honeymoon. You told your motherโ tentativelyโ and she freaked out as well, though it was less of a good freakout than your sister since youโre single and she immediately assumed it was your exโsโ your ex thatโs now publicly dating the sister he cheated on you withโ and worried it would mess with their relationship (ironic and exactly why this was tentative and now regrettable) so you hung up on her. Your other sister (the betrayer) found out and started harassing you online, calling you a skank(HA!) and claiming you were trying to trap Maurkis(you couldnโt have left him fast enough, the only reason it was dragged out is because he was trying to get you back, while still blatantly seeing Carie and โbest friendโ Hana, and calling you dramatic, that you were overreacting) and that you were vindictive (as if you actually chose to have your egg fertilized). Maurkis found out and started DMing you, assuming that it was his and claiming that you should get back together, for the baby, that heโd step up, that heโd leave your sister(HAHA!) and that heโd take care of you two.
You blocked them both and ended up needing to move because they wouldnโt stop harassing you both online (Maurkis making new profiles to DM you and Carrie making a smear campaign, especially when you sent screenshots of Maurkis DMing you) and in person (your ex showing up at your door with flowersโ not even your favorite which he never rememberedโ and trying to get you back, even after you told him itโs not his, and your sister throwing eggs and rocks at your house and spray painting your car) so you got a transfer to another branch of your company and settled down there while your pregnancy progressed.
Before long, though many of those months were nearly excruciating, especially alone, your daughter arrived. She looked so much like him, the man you couldnโt forget, now even moreso, and you couldnโt be happier. You know at least one of the nurses was judging you for leaving the Father line blank on her birth certificate, but you didnโt care.
Amaryllis was here and that was all that mattered.
Amaryllis, โNew and Sparklingโ and the flowers that decorated the balcony you met her father on, in the art gallery he took you to, was on the cover of the album he played for you, painted on the door of the Ramen shop, one small one painted in the corner of the bass he tried to teach you to play, a single flower in a small vase in each table in the comedy club. Amaryllis, the name of the arcade he took you to, where you truly fell in love with his let-loose side. The flowers that decorated scattered parts of the hotel you stayed in. The scent of the body wash you used in the shower while he scribbled his note and left.
As she grew, you loved her more and more, you laughed when she laughed, you teared up when she cried, you held her as she clung to you in sleep, you protected her and loved her and imagined what life would be like if her father were here, too. When she was old enough to be left with a babysitter(when you finally got over your separation anxiety and was able to accept when Nova came over to care for her while you rested/went out), you started going on occasional dates but they all failed because you would compare them to him. The unnamed man who you loved more than you should have in one night, who gave you your beautiful daughter, who still haunted your dreams in fanciful images of a happy family of 3.
You just barely managed to dodge the matchmaking attempts of your best friend at work, though Amaryllis was a very good, and valid, excuse to escape it. Novaโ your dear amazing sister who kept you afloat in your darkest momentsโ told you you needed to move on, that it wasnโt healthy or helping that you still kept that note in your bedside table. But you couldnโt help but hope that if you held onto it, it might act as a compass and lead you back to him.
And maybe you were right.
You went home for Christmas and brought Amaryllis with you. She was finally able to fly without getting such bad anxiety that you had to give her sleepy medicine that only worked for tiny increments as it seemed as if her anxiety burned through it more quickly, but it was still in her system so you couldnโt give her more for risk of an overdose. And that was just 1 flight to meet her uncleโ Kevinโ who had just gotten back from deploymentโ you ended up taking trains and busses the whole way back.
She was finally meeting her grandparents since they couldnโt fly for a laundry list of reasons. Kevin, who you had helped via recommendation to get a job at a branch in your company, said he was bringing his boss since they had become very good friends and he was having family problems so he wouldnโt be going home this year. You were excited to meet another higher up from your company and one that became such good friends with your brother, who was notoriously picky with his friends.
You arrived early so that your parents could have grandparent time with Amaryllis before they would be distracted with the festivitiesโ or be distracted from the festivities by herโ and you could help set up since you knew your father would try to do it all himself even though heโs too old to be up on a ladder. Once you were set up in your old bedroom and had helped to set everything up, including some of the cooking, and the others were due to arrive in less than 20 minutes, your mother casually dropped the bomb that she had invited Carrie and she was bringing Maurkis. Your father dropped the measuring spoon he was using and looked at her like she was insane, so it was a relief that at least your dad was on your side and saw how crazy and fucked up that was.
โMaria! What is wrong with you?!โ He yelled across the kitchen while you rushed off to distract Amaryllis from the impending fight.
โSheโs our daughter too, Wyatt!โ Your mother yelled back in a tone that you know means sheโs made this argument before.
โSo is the woman right here with ourโ so farโ only grandchild who needed you to be on her side when that girl hurt her in the most despicable and disgusting way!โ Your dad defended and you couldnโt help but feel the swell in your chest of love for him, he truly is an amazing man and father and youโre so glad he taught you not to settle for anything less than you deserve.
โIt was one mistake!โ
โOne mistake that sheโs still dating and bringing around like they didnโt betray our babygirl!โ
โYouโre choosing one daughter over the other!โ Your mother accused and it took everything in you not to release your hands from over Amaryllisโ ears and march in there to call her out on her hypocrisy, but luckily it seems you didnโt have to.
โSo are you! At least Iโm not defending the one who almost destroyed this family! You are the only one who thinks what she did was acceptable. The only one! Think about what that means, Maria! Think about what she did, really think, and try to figure out why you are the only one who thinks that was okay! You should never think that that is okay, in any situation! Much less when it directly hurts one of our children!! No! Do not start! Do not try and claim that that girl is anything but the cause of this!! She is not a victim and the only reason she acts like it is because you let her! You make her think what she did was okay, you make her think she can get away with it, you make her think she can act like the victim! Donโt try and call it a mistake! A mistake is spilling milk, a mistake is dropping a fork, a mistake is NOT FUCKING HER SISTERโS BOYFRIEND!!โ Your father screamed and you were suddenly very thankful for when you put padding on the bottom of the door and soundproof panels around your room. From the passion in his voice, it sounds like this is all stuff heโd been holding back but finally let out. You hummed the tune of the song from the record with the Amaryllis on the cover to help block out more sound as you rocked back and forth to make sure your baby didnโt know anything bad was happening.
โIf you think cheating is okay for any reason, then I think you and I need to have a serious conversation about this marriage going forward.โ Your father panted from his outburst and your mother was completely silent for a long time.
โSheโs our daughter too.โ Your mother weakly muttered, sounding like she was choking up, though her tone was far less confident than it once was, almost like sheโs grasping at the argument, like sheโs trying to hold onto the reason behind it, like sheโs trying to still believe it herself. You know your mother, sheโs prideful to a fault, so if sheโs put this much dedication into this belief, this argument, she doesnโt want to let it go because then that would mean not only was she wrong but if she put to much effort into this then it would have been for nothing, then would have been so wrong that she practically lost 3 of her kids for nothing.
โSo is the woman currently hiding her daughter in her room, right here in this house, and protecting her from all of this.โ He said more quietly but no less firm. Heโs done yelling but heโs not done with this argument. Heโs not done protecting you. You heard hurried shuffling past your door and the shameful closing of your parentsโ door and you knew your mom was probably hiding away and crying in her shame. Slower and more confident steps came and stopped in front of your door and your dadโs special knock sounded, he had one with all of his kids and it always made your chest warm.
โCome in.โ You said as you released Amaryllisโ ears, though she was half asleep against your chest.
โSorry about that, sweetie.โ He addressed you both and smiled softly when he saw his granddaughter dozing off.
โItโs okay. Thank you. For defending me.โ You gave a small smile, genuine but weighed down by the fact he had to defend you at all.
โYouโre my daughter, of course, Iโd defend you.โ He said kind but firmly, moving a hand to pet your hair back like he always did when you were upset.
โSo is she.โ You half joked.
โNo.โ He said, his voice equal parts firm and distant, when you raised a brow he continued, โAnyone who can betray their family like that, so easily, I donโt consider family. As long as she parades that boy around with no remorse, I donโt consider her my daughter.โ The sentiment made tears prick your eyes and when he saw this, he leaned forward and wrapped both you and your daughter in a warm hug.
โMmm, hi Gappa..โ Your daughter mumbled when she woke a bit from the hug. You both laughed and he ruffled her hair a little.
โHi, Little Seed.โ He cooed and when you laughed at the name, the shaking woke her up more and she suddenly got excited.
โAttie anโ Unnie anโ Unkie here?โ She bounced in your lap and you and your dad both cooed at the names she had assigned Nova, her husband, and Kevin.
โAlmost, Mari.โ You kissed her forehead but before she could jump out of your lap, you twisted her around so she could sit sideways and look at you. โMumma just found out that more people are coming, okay? But thereโs 2 people,โ you held up two fingers to remind her how much 2 was, โthat I want you to stay away from.โ She pouted at first but when she saw your serious face she nodded seriously as if youโd given her a crucial mission. โOne lady might try to tell you that sheโs your Auntie, but you know your Attie, yea?โ She nodded vigorously and you chuckled before reaching out to still her bobbling head, โAnd thereโs a man with her, they were both really mean to Mumma. If that man ever tries to say heโs your Daddy, you tell him โNo youโre not!โ and come tell Mumma, okay?โ When you essentially just gave her permission to yell at someone, her eyes lit up like fireworks and she nodded excitedly. โGood! And Unkie is bringing a friend, so be nice to him okay?โ You smiled at her and she returned it tenfold.
โOkie!โ She cheered and bolted from your lap the second there was a knock at the door. You and your dad looked between each other and laughed before following her. She wasnโt quite tall enough to have a firm grasp on the doorknob to turn it but she sure as shit was trying. You laughed before going to help her.
โHey, come on in!โ You cheered when you saw Nova and Victor, her husband. They hugged you and Victor scooped up Amaryllis when she collided with his legs for a hug. He laughed and squeezed her in a tight hug with their cheeks squished together. He and your dad shook hands happily after Nova nearly crushed him in a hug and then turned to shower Mari with affection. They shed their outside clothesโ coats and boots and hats and gloves and scarvesโ and headed to the warm sitting room and let Mari help them put presents under the tree while you went to the kitchen to start making hot cocoaโ a dash of โadult juiceโ in Nova, Victor, and dadโsโ and hummed the Amaryllis songโ as your darling sister had taken to calling itโ a when you heard another knock. You trusted your dad or sister to handle it, assuming it was your brother and his friend-boss. However, the mood changed very quickly when all the talking stopped. Even the music seemed to turn down in respect for the oppressive silence.
โYou guys good? Whatโs going-?โ You stopped in your tracks and your grip on the tray of hot cocoa got so tight the tray shook. You just managed to set it down before it became a waste of good cocoa and booze. Stood in the doorway was Carrie and Maurkis. Carrie with a smug grin as she clung to the man who only looked at you, looking you up and down like you were some pinup model.
โWe were invited, how exciting! Now I get to meet my precious little niece.โ Her shrill voice tightened when she spoke of Mari and you had to physically grip your fist behind your back to prevent yourself from punching her in front of your daughter.
โRight.โ Your dad said tightly, he looked at you, silently telling you it was your call. It took a minute but you didnโt want her making a scene in front of Amaryllis or Kevinโs friend-boss since theyโd likely be arriving soon. You closed your eyes to calm yourself and slowly nodded at him. When you opened your eyes, you saw the skeptical shock in his eyes but with a single raise of your brows, he understood. He stepped aside and let them in, though obviously reluctant. The atmosphere was tense but to distract yourself, you started to hand out the cocoa before going back to the kitchen with your own to make some for the newcomers.
โGood to see you, sis. Annalie still doesnโt have a father?โ The snake, herself, leaned against the doorframe and asked to goad you. But luckily you knew her tricks and you gained even more patience with raising a toddler alone.
โHer name is Amaryllis. And Iโm doing just fine, men are far from a necessity.โ You spoke calmly, though cast a glance in the direction of the sitting room through the wall with the last comment, knowing sheโd take the bait since she hates when you show that you donโt need or want the man she stole from you.
โHa! Please, thatโs just something people who canโt get a man say.โ She huffed, trying to sound condescending but the extra bite in her tone betrays her easily.
โOh, I can get men. Iโve been on plenty of dates, the only reason I donโt stick with one is because theyโre all way below my standards. Besides. I don't need a man for validation.โ You hummed, unbothered and turned back around to make their cocoa. You purposely use water to make theirs and donโt stir it quite enough, just enough they wonโt know until they take a sip, and put more than a small dash in hers because you know she hates liquor with a passion and put a dash of the super cheap stuff your dad had gotten as a gag gift on his birthday into Maurkisโ because you know it tastes foul.
With a calm smile, you put yours and their mugs on a tray and walk past her into the sitting room. She sits down with a huff, clearly wanting everyone to know sheโs pouting because she wants someone to acknowledge it, but even her own man doesnโt mention it because he couldnโt take his eyes off you. You purposefully lean down just a bit too low when you set down the tray and grab theirs and lean far enough over the coffee table that a bit more of your cleavage was showing to catch his attention. You didnโt necessarily want his attention on you, after everything it just feels creepy, but you know it bothers Carrie and you want to tease him just a bit before you harshly remind him that youโre not his anymore and you never will be again. If Kevinโs friend-boss is cute enough, you might even flirt with him for the dual purpose of flirting with a cute guy and messing with Maurkis.
Almost as if on cue, the knock sounded and you happily stood up, about to get the door, but Nova beat you to it into the hall so you figured youโd head into the kitchen and make more cocoa and grab a cookie for Amaryllis since she was gnawing on the rubber straw of her hot(warm) cocoa which you knew meant sheโs getting hungry.
You heard your brother and sister cheering at each other and the sounds of him picking her up in a hug. You laughed and apparently it was at the same time as your visitor because you heard a deeper voice mirroring your chuckle. It was a bit familiar but you couldnโt place it so you just assumed youโd come across him before at a conference. You made the cocoa and stuck the flask youโd been using to dash the drinks with โadult juiceโ into your pocket so you could let the visitor decide if he wanted any and how much, as well as to hide it from Mari.
โCarrying a tray of hot liquid, Kev!โ You shouted to make sure he didnโt try to tackle you with a hug while you carried their drinks.
โDang! My plans have been foiled!!โ He called dramatically enough that you knew he was holding Mari. You smiled at his antics and watched the tray and your path exclusively while you hummed the Amaryllis Song since it helped with your concentrationโ possibly a placebo or accidental self-conditioning but it worksโ and made it to the coffee table.
โMari! Cโmere, Mumma has a cookie for you!โ You called back to the entry way since you didnโt know how close they were yet.
โHere, Mumma!โ She called from the couch right next to you.
โOh! Perfect.โ You smiled and turned to give her the cookie when you noticed a new presence sat on the other end of the couch from her. Once you handed it over to the grabby hands, you started to turn and was about to greet the newcomer, though before you could get a real glance at him, Kevin scooped you into a giant hug. You squeaked at the sudden grab but laughed with him and squeezed him back as hard as you could.
โThereโs my baby sister!!โ He cheered as he shook your suspended body still squished to his.
โPut me down you lunatic!โ You laughed out, one hand shooting down to make sure your dress stayed down.
โNever! If you donโt got a man to protect you, it falls to your big brother! The best way to keep you safe is to never let you get into danger in the first place!โ He cheered while you cackled at his antics.
โYou jumped onto a landmine that you didnโt even know was a dud, you have no right to say youโll keep me out of danger!โ You playfully accused before you jabbed your fingers into the side of his neck to tickle him since it was a sure fire way to get him to let you down. Sure enough, he let out a sound that was as close to a squeal as a man with a voice that deep could make and set you down before backing away like you were dangerous and frantically rubbed the side of his neck.
โYou play dirty!โ He tried to accuse, eyes narrowed but the smile twitching at his lips and the laugh that shook his words betrayed him. As you caught your breath with a grin, you started turning to your guest.
โSorry about that, itโs nice to-โ The words died in your throat as you saw the man who sat on your parentsโ couch staring at you like heโd seen a ghost. And you looked at him just the same way.
โWhat areโฆ Howโฆโ His words were muttered and jumbled but it was the same voice you could never get out of your head.
โYouโreโฆโ You breathed out, in the same shocked state. He slowly stood and his one foot shuffled forward but never took the step, almost like he wasnโt sure if he was allowed to come closer. Deciding for him, you rushed forward and hugged him so tightly, as if you were afraid heโd disappear again, which truthfully, you were. His arms wrapped around you and you were reminded of the morning after, the morning he left.
โUhm..?โ Nova started and it reminded you that your family was there, too. You pulled away, stared at him to make sure it was real before turning to your audience.
โAs you can see, thereโs some history. We need to talk about it, so weโll be in my room, Nova, please keep Bud occupied. I love you all, weโll be back.โ With that concise speech, you didnโt wait for responses before tugging the man into your old bedroom.
โWhat-?!โ Your sister shouted after you, but before she could finish, you slammed the door.
โYouโre here.โ You huffed, out of breath from holding it the whole time you dragged him.
โI.. I am, and so are you.โ He sounded like he was still in shock, though the shock wore off the moment you rushed forward and kissed him. He kissed back immediately, but after a moment, he pulled back like you burned him. โWait. Wait wait wait.โ He rushed, and that seemed to remind you that it had been years since you saw him and life goes on.
โShit! Iโm so sorry, I completely forgot to ask if you were with someone now, or even if youโre still interested! Fuck, Iโm so sorry!โ You shouted into your hands as you buried your face.
โNo, no no thatโs not it. Iโm not, Iโm still single, I actually have been this whole time.โ He confessed and you slowly lifted your head. โIโve stayed single because I canโt get you out of my mind..โ His words were softer, like he felt awkward as he rubbed the back of his neck.
โReally..? But then.. Whatโs.. Whatโs the problem?โ You asked, terrified that he wasnโt going to say he didnโt want kids, that even if he loved you, Amaryllis is a deal breaker.
โAre you actually still interested?โ He asked, not quite like a clarifier but more like an almost-accusation.
โWhat? Of course I am! Iโm the one who just rushed in and kissed you!โ
โI mean, yea, but you never calledโฆโ He said it like it held all his insecurities and it was like a lightbulb realization. You huffed a laugh and his brows furrowed as if he was offended, which he might have been since from his perspective youโre laughing at him.
โIโm not laughing at you! I promise! Itโs justโฆ Thatโs the exact conundrum thatโs been plaguing me since that morning.โ You huffed, but he was even more confused now.
โBut.. I left you my number..?โ And he watched in utter confusion as you moved around him to your bag.
โI am so glad that I trusted my gut when packing.โ You muttered and stood up to reveal the very note he left.
โYou still have it?!โ He laughed in astonishment as he immediately recognized the hotel logo.
โI do! This is one of the only 2 physical things I had left from you.โ You smiled shyly, โBut here, read it again.โ You handed it over and he raised a brow but took it anyways.
โI remember exactly what I wrote, but okay.โ He chuckled but looked down and froze. His brows furrowing more as he looked at the messy scrawl, the quick, slanted letters, the jumbled up words, then finally to his number, how all the numbers overlapped and brushed his finger on the backside of the paper where the pen tore through.
โHoly shit. How did I not notice how bad it was..?โ He muttered to himself and wordlessly, almost instinctively, took you into his arm as you leaned into his side.
โI was so close to draining my savings to go to a handwriting specialist.โ You chuckled before popping up onto your toes and pointing at the very bottom of the page. โAnd I wanted to ask, whatโs this supposed to say?โ You looked up at him and he looked at you with a devastating understanding. He had thought this whole time that that night meant way more to him than it did to you, that maybe he misunderstood your signals, but it turns out you wanted him this entire time, but you had no clue how to contact him.
โCaleb.โ He smiled sadly at you.
โCaleb..? Wait-! Is that your name?!โ You asked excitedly, a smiled brightening your entire face.
โYea, it is,โ he laughed with a grin of his own, โGods, we did all that, had a magical night, had a perfect ending to the night,โ his grin became salacious before he laughed again when you lightly smacked his chest, โand woke up how I wanted to for the rest of my lifeโฆโ He sighed happily as he looked into your eyes, โand we didnโt even get each otherโs name.โ He chuckled, half sad and half amused.
โWait- each otherโs-? Oh my Gods I never told you my name!โ You shouted as if it was the first time in 3 1/2 years that youโd realized it. He laughed heartily and hugged you to his chest as you buried your face there in mortification. โIโm so sorry!โ You cried into his chest.
โHey, Iโm guilty of the same thing, donโt worry.โ He soothed as he slowly walked you two to your bed and sat down on it before hoisting you into his lap to comfort you better. You muttered something he couldnโt understand since it was so muffled in his shirt, โWhatโs that, baby?โ He asked gently, instinctively calling you a pet name just like that night.
โMy name.โ You pulled back and said shyly, repeating your name to him. He tested it on his tongue and smiled down at you, saying your name as if it was the most precious word he knew.
โNice to finally meet you.โ You smiled up at him and leaned against his shoulder.
โNice to meet you too, Caleb. Gods, we did this completely backwards.โ You chuckled. He laughed too and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
โTrue.โ With a content sigh, he held you close.
โMost people meet, give their names, go on a few dates, then get to the fucking, then a whole relationship before engagement and marriage and then have kids. We did it backwards and out of order.โ You laughed, โI mean we met, you basically took me on a date, we fucked, you had to leave, we had a kid, and 3 years later weโre finally getting each otherโs names.โ You said it almost casually as you snuggled into him. He huffed a laugh at first before he stopped, completely frozen, then looked down at you as if you had just told him something so complicated and profound that even the great philosophers wouldnโt be able to wrap their heads around it.
โWe.. have a kid..?โ He asked, slowly in case he misheard.
โYea. Did you.. Wait. Did you seriously not notice your mini clone out there?โ You asked, no upset or accusing, more genuine astonishment and a bit of panicked wondering.
โThatโs.. out thereโฆ I mean, I kind of figured she was yours but.. I never thoughtโฆ Sheโs mine?โ His voice was hopeful in a way that soothed every worry you had that he wouldnโt want her, it put your mind at ease and all the tension left your shoulders at once.
โYea-โ
โNO YOUโRE NOT!!โ A booming high pitched voice sounded throughout the house before, barely 2 seconds later, thereโs banging on your door from a tiny fist. โMUMMA!!!โ Your dutiful daughter who gets way too much joy out of being able to yell at people. You dropped your head to Calebโs shoulder and started laughing. He lightly chuckled, completely overtaken with confusion, as he looked between you and the door. You wriggled out of his grasp and, still shaking with laughter the whole time, opened the door and your daughter, who he now does notice looked eerily like him, ran in and pointed an accusatory finger toward the sitting room.
โCrazy Lady Creepy Friend say he daddy!!โ She shouted as if she was expecting praise for reporting to you. Knowing your daughter, she likely was. You had to bite your lip and grip the door so hard Caleb thought it might splinter to keep from laughing. Youโre not even sure where she learned to call them that but youโre not mad. She doesnโt even know what it means, so youโre assuming it was Nova or Kevin.
โGood job, Mari, thank you. Youโre a good girl, kay?โ You knelt down and she rushed forward to hug you which you easily returned, petting her hair the way she likes, โYouโre right, heโs not your daddy. Know why?โ She tilted her head at you questioningly, โBecause he doesnโt know how to do the special hug that gives mummas the very best baby in the whole wide world,โ you cooed and scooped her up into a tight hug and kissed all over her face as she shrieked with laughter, โand thereโs another reason.โ You said more seriously when you set her down. You looked at Caleb, silently asking if he wanted this, and without hesitation he nodded firmly, with a nod back to him, you turned back to Amaryllis, โBecause your real daddy came home,โ before you could properly tell her it was the man sitting on your bed, she jumped up with wide eyes.
โDaddy home?!โ She shrieked with joy and you loved how happy she was, but you partly wish you had at least closed the door for that part because her shriek summoned your entire family, including your mother who youโre fairly certain had fallen asleep while crying and just woke up.
โHer daddy?!โ Nova asked, completely in shock.
โAnd now we have an audience, okay. Hello, family, and,โ you paused to cover Amaryllisโ ears, โCreepy Manwhore.โ Maurkis looked like he wanted to protest but Victor and Kevin beside him laughed and silently reminded him how much bigger and stronger they are. โYes. Amaryllisโ father is back.โ
โWait, her name is Amaryllis?โ Caleb asked, awe clear in his voice. You turned and smiled at him with a loving look in your eye.
โYea, like the flower that kept on popping up that night.โ He grinned like heโd just won first place and it warmed your heart even more. With a glare at the audience at the door that silently conveyed that they stayed quiet or youโd either kick them all out or youโd take your daughter and her father and leave. โAmaryllis, baby.โ You cooed down to your daughter to return her focus as you picked her up and walked to your bed to sit beside Caleb, โThis is your daddy. Caleb,โ You smiled at him, saying his name like it was your new favorite word(it kind of was), โthis is Amaryllis, your daughter.โ He smiled with tears in his eyes down at his daughter as she looked up at him in wonder.
โHi, sweetie. Iโm sorry I was gone for so long. If itโs okay with you, Iโd like to come back and stay forever.โ He spoke gently and Amaryllis looked like she was really thinking it over. She stared at him, scrutinizing his face, his clothes, his hands, the way he was sitting. Finally, she shakily stood from your lap and you and Caleb both held out your hands, not touching her but there if she needed it, as she walked closer to him. In the background you could hear the shuffling of a muted scuffle but paid no mind, at least not yet. From up close, she scrutinized him again, looking at his face and his hands the most before she grabbed one of his handsโ hands that dwarfed her entirelyโ and used it for balance before she twisted and sat in his lap.
โOkie Daddy.โ She said it with such finality that you would have thought her older than 21 months. With a relieved huff of a laugh, Caleb gently tucked her to his chest in a hug that she returned. He was so happy and relieved that a tear slid down his cheek but when Amaryllis saw it, patted his cheek and kissed it the way you always did when she was sad, โNo cry Daddy. Happy.โ She instructed and he grinned even wider.
โThank you, honey.โ He kissed her head and she grinned like she was proud of him for following her orders. With an overjoyed and amused grin, you looked out at your family and found most of them smiling at the sweet scene, happy that you could be reunited with the man of your dreamsโ literallyโ and the father of your child. Carrie was switching aghast stares between the three of you and a scene you couldnโt see behind the wall of your sister, father, and mother, your brother, your brother-in-law, and your sloppy seconds(emphasis on sloppy because you meant it when you said he couldnโt do the special hug, he was so bad at it you might as well have graduated from acting school with honors) were all missing and you still heard a muted scuffle so you assumed the bastard was gonna try to make a scene but your brother and BIL put a stop to it.
My dear husband has gone off to war (Ao3 is down) and I donโt know if I should be able to go on (I was in the middle of looking for Sk8 fics) but I must hold on for his sake (Iโll read the fics I have downloaded) and await his valiant return (the second it goes back up Iโm reading tf outta those fics).
For the longest time now I've stopped engaging in fandom debates and discords regarding whether or not it's "moral" to produce or consume taboo/ problematic art or fanfiction, for the simple reason that none of them are ever made in good faith.
It always goes like this (this is my observation of the ones on Tumblr, not sure about anywhere else):
Guys why do I always see *insert taboo thing* on here?! I LITERALLY blocked the tags and blogs that mentions this and I'm still getting it
*insert random meme*
UUGH ppl who write that stuff are so gross and disgusting and need mental help asap, like why are they romanticizing the normalization of the fetishizing of TOTALLY real sentient character.
*insert them crashing out more in the hashtags*
Now the only thing I agree with Posts like is that people should tag a fic accordingly, however with Tumblr it's a different story because hashtags aren't necessarily "tags" to begin with like in other places like AO3 (or platforms that are specifically made for fanfiction) That's why people put the content warnings at the very top along with the summary. And That's why blocking tags doesn't always help in this situation. So instead of relying on the hashtags we should instead rely on our reading comprehension.
Now the thing that I noticed most with posts like these is this weird moral superiority that they always have. I'm sorry to say this but it is an objective fact that the media you consume does not reflect your real life morals and ethics. And their argument is always " well it's romanticizing/normalizing that behavior " and I never understood that argument because why is this only said when it's content made by smaller people who don't have any actual power and never said to mainstream movies or shows. Like literally no one watched game of thrones and thought that incest is suddenly okay or that they watched Hannibal and suddenly decided that they should start eating people. The only way I see it is that it's projection, just because YOU are easily influenced by The media you consume doesn't mean that everyone else is.
No one actually cares that someone wrote an incest or non-con fic in real life, people should be worrying about ACTUAL rapists and pedos that are roaming everywhere that either did not get prosecuted enough or at all.
In conclusion, You're not morally righteous if you don't consume dark media and you're not edgy if you only consume dark media and brag about it. Educate yourself about these topics and no, TikTok should not be your source of info.
This is the best non-biased post like this Iโve seen, especially pointing out the difference in WHO gets crucified for it. Mainstream media has these types of topics up the wazoo and they seem to romanticize it way more than any fics Iโve seen and yet no one goes on a smear campaign of them so fic writers who have absolutely zero power or authority shouldnโt either.
Someone who writes about murder should not get persecuted as a murderer so letโs spread that logic to all the other dark topics that yโall think are really happening to a 2D character.
If youโre fine watching real people act out the heinous crimes then you can scroll past the post where someone writes about a character that has not, nor ever will exist beyond the fictional realm and not have an aneurism if you donโt take up arms, keyboard warriors.
I have like,,, 2 posts that could be considered spam, my guy, and theyโre months apart. Thatโs hardly enough to warrant a demand without even a โPleaseโ.
Okok so we all love the angst (and potential happy ending depending on who you are ๐) of Rejected Soulmate stuffs yea? Yea.
BUT
Imagine what it might be like if your Soulmate rejected you but youโฆ
Youโre just vibing. Like you do not gaf you might even thank them or celebrate a lil and theyโre left completely dumbfounded bc they were expecting you to be devastated.
They were expecting tears and begging and overall anguish but you.. Cheersโd them??? You raised your fucking drink to them??? You went on a little spiel about how the (mark/object) that came with your bond clashed with all of your outfits and you were glad to be rid of it????
They are so fucking lostโฆ
(Dealerโs choice on if that leads to them fighting to get you to fall for them or if you fall for someone else, or combine them and have them chase after you while you hit it off with someone else and they have to witness it, or none of the above and youโre jus a bad bitch who donโt need nobody and live it up as a bachelor/bachelorette)
When it comes to canon character sexuality/gender, why is it okay to make a cishet character queer for fanfics and headcanons but not already queer characters?
(Want to preface this by saying I meant absolutely no hate to any of the examples I mention, Iโm only trying to clarify my thoughts)
Like Iโve seen so many people get up in arms about a queer characterโs canon gender/sexuality and people wanting to change it for fanfics (mainly talking about Gay>>Bi kind of thing) which I understand with turning them fully straight because of erasure but even when the author just makes them a different flavor of queer or acknowledges the canon sexuality/gender or specifically says [fanfic sexuality] AU, they can still get hate.
But people will take cishet characters and make them any and every type of queer for fics or headcanons with no problem whatsoever, even fully uprooting key parts of the character to do so* or changing the very foundations of the characterโs canon relationship(s) like making a healthy long term relationship all a faรงade for show or only for financial stability, sometimes even saying theyโre โtrappedโ in the relationship for one reason or another.
*like making a very masculine man whoโs very confident and proud of being a man(not in a toxic masculinity way) and saying that the character is actually transfemme.
So why is it okay to force* their queer headcanons/wants onto these straight characters but youโre not allowed to change anything about canon queer characters?
*only using force as a way to use the same terminology Iโve seen used for posts about people writing canon queer characters as a different gender identity/sexuality
When it comes to canon character sexuality/gender, why is it okay to make a cishet character queer for fanfics and headcanons but not already queer characters?
(Want to preface this by saying I meant absolutely no hate to any of the examples I mention, Iโm only trying to clarify my thoughts)
Like Iโve seen so many people get up in arms about a queer characterโs canon gender/sexuality and people wanting to change it for fanfics (mainly talking about Gay>>Bi kind of thing) which I understand with turning them fully straight because of erasure but even when the author just makes them a different flavor of queer or acknowledges the canon sexuality/gender or specifically says [fanfic sexuality] AU, they can still get hate.
But people will take cishet characters and make them any and every type of queer for fics or headcanons with no problem whatsoever, even fully uprooting key parts of the character to do so* or changing the very foundations of the characterโs canon relationship(s) like making a healthy long term relationship all a faรงade for show or only for financial stability, sometimes even saying theyโre โtrappedโ in the relationship for one reason or another.
*like making a very masculine man whoโs very confident and proud of being a man(not in a toxic masculinity way) and saying that the character is actually transfemme.
So why is it okay to force* their queer headcanons/wants onto these straight characters but youโre not allowed to change anything about canon queer characters?
*only using force as a way to use the same terminology Iโve seen used for posts about people writing canon queer characters as a different gender identity/sexuality
Yโall know something weird I think about a lot? How you can find an x reader/reader insert with most individual characters and thereโs even a lot of multi x readers (char x reader x char) and yet for many fandoms literally the main ships or just a very liked ship will have hundreds and even thousands of works across multiple platforms.
There can be hundreds or thousands of reader-inserts for those individual characters.
There might even be poly/threesome x reader works for other characters.
AND YET I CANNOT FIND A SINGLE WORK FOR THE MOST SHIPPED CHARACTERS X READER IN EVEN A NO-HOMO THREESOME (Yโall know the kind I mean, the ones where THE MOST interaction they get can be classified as nothing more than Bros having a Bro Moment)
WE KNOW FROM OTHER FANDOMS IT IS NOT HARD SO WHY IS IT THAT THERES NOT EVEN A HALF HEARTED DRABBLE?????
Why is it such a foreign concept for some fandoms but itโs every other fic for others??? Can we balance it out???
How is this gonna be literally the number one ship with THOUSANDS even upwards of A MILLION works and not one person has made an x reader polyship? It is literally impossible that Iโm the first one to think of this so where are the works? Where are the 3am incoherent drabbles? Where are the fics written by someone who doesnโt speak english as a first language but still have the most eloquent writing ever?
My guy, I will take a shitty smut with absolutely zero continuity, 70 spelling errors in one paragraph, negative grammar skills, and formatted like a blind 3 legged 23 year old dog did it. Just give me SOMETHING before I lose my mind ๐ฅฒ
When you do start writing, do you write for Denki Kaminari and/or Hanta Sero?
I do! I have a couple works of them up here(Denki) and here(Hanta)!
Unfortunately, it will likely take a while for my requests to open, so if youโd prefer to bring your request(s) to a more available writer, I completely understand and hope you get what youโre looking for, Lovely ๐ซถ
If you would like to stick around until my requests are open, Iโll be honored to fill yours! ๐ซถ๐ซถ
Not yet! I want to establish/format this blog and get to a steadier spot in life first. This made me realize I hadnโt put the status up yet, so thank you!
If youโre interested in my work, you can check it out on my Ao3!
Are you the same spiderlily as the author of Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu?
Do you still have that hotness?
If youโre referring to the Tetsutetsu chapter in the WISPSIMPS series, I am! I have all up to date chapters on my Ao3 (WISPSIMPS link for anyone who wants it) and am actually working on posting each chapter individually (hereโs the Tetsutestu Tetsutetsu one!) and once Iโm able to keep up with it, Iโll start posting them here again! Iโm glad that you enjoyed it, lovely!
I donโt care how disgusting or fucked up a fic is. NO writer should EVER be harassed for writing taboo fics, especially when the warnings are properly tagged and you choose to go ahead and read them on your own free will.
youโre not morally superior for harassing real people for the sake of fictional characters and fictional stories. youโre just a bully.
This. Right here. If anyone knows what kind of stuff I posted on my blog that got deleted, they know this is the kind of thing I stand for.
If yโall canโt separate fiction from reality, thatโs on you. No one else. Fiction is fiction, it does not exist in the real world. That is a fact. Wizards and Goblins and Mermaids do not exist. This is a fact that you all know, yes? Well, those are fictional. So are these works. It is not the responsibility of the author or personally hold your hand and remind you that fiction isnโt real and should not be treated like it is. They are doing nothing wrong by thinking of these stories and writing it out. You are, however, by reading something that is properly tagged and has clear warnings and still getting offended by the contents that you easily could have avoided.
Do not try and act like the authors are the ones doing something wrong when you put yourself in that situation. It is not their fault that you donโt know how to read a clear โKEEP OUTโ sign. Do not attack someone when you invaded their space. If you read the warnings and understood that itโs not the kind of thing you enjoy, and STILL went in, youโre stupid. Nothing more to it. You do not get to attack someone in their own space when it was clearly labeled what goes down in said space and you still entered anyways.
Kindly fuck off and never set foot or cursor near me or my works. I will bully you. And if you canโt handle a clearly labeled work that you KNEW what you were getting into, then you definitely canโt handle the clap back.
