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[phantomofthespaceopera]

man vs. narrative conflict actually

• he does not know yet that he cannot win, but we do

• he will die just as he is redeemed (and if you start the narrative from the beginning you will have to watch it happen to him all over again. and you cannot stop it, or fix it. or warn him)

• he could try for decades to make up for what he did

• he usually does do that actually

• he tries not to let his feelings get in the way this time

• he hurts people in new and different ways because he’s trying not to hurt them in the old ways — that is, the ways he hurt them before. deeply, irreparably, and, as ever, unintentionally

• he cannot stop even once he knows he’s not going to succeed, or when he is — kind of. the privilege of that success will be given to someone else

• because of him; because it cannot happen without him

• he can never be the one to win, though

• he can only lose in an effort to help someone else

• he could run, or die without trying

• he wouldn’t, though. couldn’t, really. not now, not after everything. not after all of the rest did what they did, and he just willed or watched or waited or wept or wasn’t there — fast enough; long enough; at all

[puppydogwhitaker]

PSA to fic readers, it is so hard to freak a fic writer out with your comments. we are just as crazy about the fic as you are.

tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.

we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when you’re talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.

[billiamdoor]

I can be trusted with the fictional character. I Promise.

[lakevida]

i wish "a better pervert couldve cooked here" was the review quote on the book cover its so good. maybe for the collectors edition hardcover reprint

[autistichalsin]

Periodic rent-lowering-gunshots:

Fiction is not reality.

You can enjoy things in fiction that would be awful in the real world. Like playing a murderhobo in a game! In the real world, being or supporting a murderer-thief would be pretty damn awful, while in the game it's just good fun. Same with anything else you choose to do with the pixels on the screen, like kinks that don't affect anyone real, so they're okay in fiction, but would be pretty damn bad in real life.

No one else is responsible for your online experience. They are required not to harass you, but they are not and never will be obligated to not post about ships, kinks, or tropes you dislike just to avoid you seeing them. It's up to you to blacklist words or phrases, block tags, or even block users as needed to avoid seeing content that upsets you.

No one can force you to read anything against your consent. Any content you don't like seeing can be instantly avoided by closing out of the offending post/fic.

You are not owed an online experience free of discomfort.

Nothing that happens in your imagination can ever make you a bad person. Words you write or read about fictional characters will never make you a bad person.

The claim that media consumption influences real-life behavior is intellectually dishonest and serves only to excuse the behavior of real offenders.

Fiction is a safe way to explore horrifying or confusing concepts. Therapists agree that fiction, even (or especially) about taboo topics is a good coping mechanism, especially, but not exclusively, for trauma survivors. Fiction is to adults what play therapy is to children. This doesn't stop being true if the work in question is of a sexual nature.

Sex isn't an inherently worse or better motivation than anything else. A work written to create feelings of arousal isn't dirty, shameful, or in any way less pure than works written to entertain, provoke moral questions, or for other reasons. And worth noting is that multiple purposes can exist in the same story, especially fanfiction.

You aren't entitled to an explanation for why someone reads, writes, or otherwise enjoys certain works, kinks, tropes, ships, etc.

[fongus-the-ninth]

[penandinkprincess]

so wildly obnoxious when you agree with the starting point of someone's stance only for them to hard turn into things you DON'T agree with and now you have to defend the thing that was originally annoying you

"too many authors in the current market are focusing on selling 'spice' instead of telling interesting stories"

"oh yeah, i agree. i started reading one that i heard a lot about and it just wasn't-"

"and it's all of these women reading their fucking mommy porn out in public like FREAKS"

*through gritted teeth* "people should be allowed to read whatever they want, and actually these books should be left alone and you should shut up about it"

[literaryroses]

[brostateexam]

[phantomofthespaceopera]

yk what’s yummy? creepy/intimate whumper. you know what else is delicious? loved one/caretaker clone whumper. so i’m thinking… two great things that taste great together:

1. whumpee that knows — but it doesn’t really matter

• “it’s not them, it’s not them, it’s not them…” runs on a desperate loop in whumpee’s mind. but it is their voice — gentle. tender. loving(ly scooping out whumpee’s insides with a spoon — probably not literally, but whump dealer’s choice 🤷‍♀️). it is their face, contorted in hateful glee at the wince their approach induces. and lastly, it is their hands, the memories of those digits trailing light, sensual trails over whumpee. that only happens on the worst nights now. the nights when whumpee is so far gone they can’t even remember that “it’s not them.”

• the double just appeared one day. two months after the funeral. and whumpee was so glad to see them again they didn’t even question it. they just ran to them, and clung so tightly they thought their arms might fall off. it was only after that whumpee wondered why the clone dug their nails in during the embrace, why the smile the clone gave was hollow and the sun didn’t catch their eyes the same way. “but they came back to you,” a shaky voice in the back of whumpee’s mind chokes out. “to you. who else would ever do that?” and so whumpee thanks the clone. again. and waited until they couldn’t stand it to ask for food. (they thought they made it a week. “really, honey? you can’t even go four days without food? what did i ever see in you?”)

2. whumpee that doesn’t know — (can change this however you like, but) the whumper clone has replaced caretaker in the middle of the night

• whumpee knows their partner inside and out. obviously. so they think they’re going crazy. at first, it’s little things, barely noticeable. maybe double wrinkles their nose at the taste of their favorite breakfast food made carefully by whumpee. “didn’t you used to be good at cooking?” the clone teases. somehow, it doesn’t feel like a joke. but it has to be, right? maybe their favorite movie changes, or they suddenly love a new genre of music. “sorry you’ve been feeling off, love. i picked up some of your favorite ice cream at the store,” whumpee offers. “what are you talking about?” whumper clone demands, a hint of disdain creeping into their voice, just enough to set whumpee’s teeth on edge. “that’s not my favorite, hun,” they continue, concern taking over their tone to better solidify their long con.

• “damnit whumpee, what do you mean you couldn’t do it?! you couldn’t do the one, singular thing i asked you to do?! i have always followed your lead, always! supported you, been a shoulder to cry on for as long as you’ve known me. so for once in your life, try not to be so unfailingly selfish!” the double is angry. again. they step forward calmly, looking rational as anything, seemingly brimming with quiet but justified pain and betrayal. whumpee steps back, tears welling beneath their lids. “i know, i’m sorry. i tried, really. i was trying! i am trying. so hard, all for you, all the time!” they implore the double, plead even. “you mean to tell me this was your best?” the clone steps forward once more, mocking a bit of shock and pouring on a whole lot of anger and hurt. “i— well, yes, i… i just couldn’t… couldn’t do it, i’m so sorry, whumper.” whumpee lets a single year fall. whumper walks over to the door: “you should go, whumpee,” the clone tells them, opening the door as if it pained them, while secretly getting off on the now broken sounds coming from whumpee. “i-i can’t deal with you like this anymore. now. leave!” the double’s voice shakes realistically, like they actually felt they had no other choice, that their partner had betrayed them to the point that they couldn’t stand to be in the same room with them, to sleep with them that night, to even look at them. but the shake was really hiding barely contained excitement at the sight of whumpee looking at them disbelievingly and slowly, heavily, resignedly, making their way out the door.

(sorry these got so long lmao, and i’m still not sure if these count as prompts, but feel free to use any of them! i’d love to see it/be tagged if you do, but it’s okay if you forget/can’t find it. essentially, no credit necessary. i may update these with one or two nsfwhump scenarios later but i think they can stand on their own for now. this is so weird for me actually, because i almost never write whump — and i usually include comfort if i do buttt there’s a show rn that’s got some fantastic blorbos and they’re making me creatively evil apparently.)

[anoushka-m-alice]

Masterlist

Intimacy on my mind

Whumpers who:

Passionately kiss whumpee over their gag

Lick whumpee’s face to show possession

Hold bound-and-gagged whumpee’s head into their chest, hugging them firmly and shushing them softly

Yum!

[go-whump-in-the-night]

[distinctlywhumpthing]

anyway, you should totally post the living weapon au..............................also can we see the killer playlists yes or no

l o w k e y, this story might be its own whole novel...

cw: finger whump (on special this week), nonhuman whumpee/anriod/living weapon whumpee, zero commitment to posting more of this unless there is a literal mob for it lol

“What are you doing?” He came back from showering to find his unexpected roommate on the kitchen floor, back against the cabinets.  

Those disconcerting eyes lifted to his, a subtle grey where they should have been white. Unnoticeable from a distance but decidedly unnatural up close. The android’s perfect boyish features creased like it was worried. 

“I—I—” It unfurled its hands to reveal one of its fingers bleeding freely. If that’s what it was even called when it wasn't blood. 

“Oh, shit.” He caught the thin wrist. “That was my last clean t-shirt. Here, wrap it in the dishtowel.” 

The android did as it was told. 

“Did you sashimi your legs too?” 

It shook its head. 

“Come on.” He helped it to stand, never quite ready for the weight hiding in that lithe frame, and ushered it to sit on the lonely remaining stool. “It worked to apply pressure the last time, right? How long will it take to stop?” 

“Are you going to shut me down?” It asked, voice tinnier than usual which seemed to be the case whenever something unexpected happened. 

“What for?” Forget the fact that he had no clue how to do that.

“To replace it.” 

He froze. If he had a buck for every time he was at a complete loss the last few days, he could skip this extra shift. Maybe.

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this is set in the late 90's so the playlist for this one is claaaasic 90's/very early 00's bangers. Standouts include Wonderwall, Jumper, Bitter Sweet Symphony, One Headlight, Inside Out, Hanging By A Moment, Savin' Me, Higher ((:

there are playlists for e v e r y t h i n g + e v e r y o n e.

even harrison has a song...

[phantomofthespaceopera]

mmm idk if it’s a prompt exactly but oh i love the idea of hypercompetent!whumpee. for the first couple days, they can’t accept they’ve been captured, inexplicably and unsolvably. they can’t get out, they’re stuck here, defenseless, but how is that possible? their backup plans have backup plans. they’re experienced, well-trained by life. along with all the typical whump that has already started and will continue to slowly break them down, there’s the shameful feeling creeping in day by day that they weren’t good enough at their job, or weren’t strong enough, or clever enough, to save themselves. and eventually, this is reinforced by the fact that no one comes to save them (your call whether that’s because their caretaker/s can’t find them or because they are a loner generally and no one has noticed they’re gone yet </3). it’s all their fault. they should have had it more together — they should have predicted this. had a contingency plan. had a brain. or a friend.

[alanaisalive]

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

[iguanamouth]

oh shit

[throughshadow-to-the-edgeofnight]

[alanaisalive]

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

[rimonoroni2]

my general opinion on what people should be "allowed" to portray and what topics they should be "allowed" to explore in fiction is that you can make whatever art with whatever themes you want but i'm also allowed to think the way you handled it was tasteless and should've been done differently. my negative opinion on your handling of sensitive topics is the price of admission for publicly showcasing your work. this is not a pro-censorship stance because i am not The Government

[rimonoroni2]

this is getting really popular so i’d like to add the important caveat that your criticism of a work is no more unassailable than the work itself. just as one is entitled to be critical of something someone else is entitled to disagree with that criticism. i add this because some of you pretend to give a fuck about thoughtful analysis and then when someone points out flaws in your argument you declare that all criticisms are valid. this is untrue. the status of a hater is no more sacred than that of a liker. get off your high horse and engage in the thoughtful discussion you pretend to believe in or perish by my blade

[probuccalfat]

[bunniified]

bring back dryhumping. bring back sexual tension without direct sexual contact. i like that little in between it drives me crazy

[capricornluna-deactivated201810]

this blog hates donald trump

[pearlmarley]

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[aggressivetapdancing]

I’ve never reblogged something so fast