"I don't label my x reader because a majority of readers are female!"
That is... the saddest excuse I've ever heard in my life.
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"I don't label my x reader because a majority of readers are female!"
That is... the saddest excuse I've ever heard in my life.
Blackfriars Road, Greater Manchester.
I have a concerning amount of love songs in my music list for someone who wants absolutely nothing to so with it rn
what’s the königxreader fic you talking about where reader kidnaps him?
Context, anon is referencing this mini ramble I had (and have apparently deleted w/o remembering??) about how I enjoy dark fiction from a purely psychological and analytical level rather than romanticism.
I mentioned reading a könig/reader fic where m!reader kidnaps könig, it read like a short psychological thriller movie for a bit. Kinda reminded me of the icks I got from moments in Saltburn (which was a pretty good movie).
The last chapter I ever read from it was smut and I don't exactly know if I should be spreading content I don't fully endorse so I'll only drop the title under all the discussion I have on it below since I think it's important to keep what I'm saying in mind.
It's a fic that mildly glorifies its themes, and I have since dropped it in all honesty. It's like when you consume the fictional depiction of something bad for entertainment but there comes a point where you're like "Okay how much can I emotionally/mentally profit from this without supporting what it actually stands for". Because I mean like, I write about military people and fictional killers but I don't actually like the military, and real-life killers are fucking disgusting, like that stuff is really obvious. But this fic kinda blurs the lines, you know what I mean?? So yeah I just kinda stopped.
Slight TW for mentions of abuse, obsession, and I will be discussing one of the overarching themes of the fic vaguely.