How Would The Mtmte Bots Of Ur Choosing React To Being Called Dad/mom?

Here's the fanfic I wrote, it's a Bruno x Male reader! It's 100% consensual fun time, so please check it out! I try to write for exclusively male/GN readers, as a Trans guy myself I feel like their isn't enough male readers or Trans man readers. Reader in this is portrayed to either be a cis guy or a fully transitioned man, either way you'd like to look at it! However, Pronouns aren't used so this could also be a NB amab reader!

Also take my Bruno pics dump, bc I love this man with all my heart.

Honestly, it's all situational. If you have started PM the author and growing an acquaintance(or they are even your friend) with said author then just going offline and not talking(ghosting- which is not just used as a term for friendships/romantic relationships.) The author might worry about you and your health, etc. Personally, I'd just message and let them know that something in the fic didn't sit right with you and that you don't think your gonna continue reading it, etc.

If you have an acquaintance with the author you should end the communication in a mature and civil manner. Even if that is over a fanfiction taking a turn you didn't like.

Personally, as a fanfic writer myself(and avid reader) I don't mind if someone tells me my fic isn't their cup of tea. I know the things I write aren't for everyone and that's totally chill. My only problem is when said reader is getting mean and trying to tell me how to write my fanfic. I trust my readers to stop reading when things get uncomfortable for them. Plus some advice, always re-read the tags when a new chapter is updated! Authors should always add tags when the theme of the story has changed and so you should be given a clear idea of how the fic is going to be before reading it. This is just to keep you safe, as I tag my fics appropriately and except my readers to read them. If you feel the fic was under tagged, either you approach the author in PMs or comment on the fic, or ask a friend to comment for you if your scares/nervous. Most authors aren't going to be upset with you or mean if you critic their tagging/writing choice unless you yourself are being mean.

Also, as readers, who I'm assuming want more content that you like reading, need to interact in some fashion with the content you are reading. Sometimes, like on Tumblr, likes aren't enough to get more of the content you love. I'm not saying you have to comment every time you read a fic, but if you can(and the content your reading would be enjoyed by a friend or would fit in with the content on your blog) please share it. I understand that a lot of us don't like commenting on things or sharing them, but sometimes that's why fandoms die- because we don't push ourselves out of our comfort zones to send a short little comment saying, "I love this!" Or even just hitting that reblog/share button.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk *dips out*

Is there a nice way to nope or of a fic that you started to really like, but then it took a turn down a path you don't care to venture? I don't want to hurt the writers feelings by saying anything, but I also feel like just suddenly being MIA and no longer reading/commenting is mean in itself???

If you’re friends with the author, then I think you could explain yourself via private message here on tumblr or discord or wherever else you chat with them. Most people in fandom get it when something just doesn’t work for you, and we know that it doesn’t mean you’re noping out of us as a person, just out of that one story. There probably won’t be any hard feelings there.

If you’re a reader who has commented but otherwise doesn’t know the author, it might be better to ghost. 

Leaving that kind of thing in a comment is sort of awkward because everyone else can see it. Noping out quietly might make the author wonder where you are, but everyone gets busy sometimes and people leave fandoms and sometimes you don’t notice a subscription email. 

That’s what I prefer when it comes to my fics, at least. What about the rest of you?

Ok so, this was on my FB and I recorded it on my phone cause it was just too cute I could not not share this. And so, I resent to you...!

Dancing Robot Noodle!!!

I love him💜💜💜

is this joke too old? oh well here it is

a side note: i hate drawing tyrest !

what is a childhood grudge: you took my toy when we were kids once and i will forever hold you guilty

what is not a chlidhood grudge: you hated me because i existed since we were 11, stalked my for 7 years, tried to murder me, sexually assaulted me, and got away with everything because of your appearance and family name. the only reason you stopped, was because you were to short to reach me across the country. everytime i even hear of you i get violent flashbacks. i want you dead, but i will settle for hurt. if either happens, i’ll probably throw a party. i’m definitely not going to care, or waste any effort pretending.

if you can understand that, but not why snape is a bitter asshole about the marauders, then you need some perspective.

THIS. Like, you don't have to get it to just accept it. Asking healthy, polite questions to learn more about said person's sexuality/gender identity is okay- but always ask if it's okay to ask questions first. And if it's a stranger? Don't ask questions. They aren't obligated to tell you. Hell, even your friends or family aren't obligated to tell you what said Identity means to them and why they connect with it. Just, ffs be polite and considerate of others. It's not rocket science.

gonna be honest i think some of yall see things like certain sexualities and genders as discourse topics instead of like. qualities a real living human being has.

due to personal reasons i will be *skyrim npc death sound as i rag doll to the floor*

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

A Life Without Fear ft. Malborn

A/N: Got carried away with this, so it become a fic, lucky for you Malborn Anon.

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He’d forgotten how imposing she could be, unshrouded and unafraid of consequence. Her eyes shone in the dim, burning brighter than the candles that surrounded them, making his bones tremble no matter how hard he tried to hide his fear.

He never had been very good at that.

Please, help me, I don’t want to be like this anymore.

He’d begged, cowering at their feet. He’d barely set foot out of Windhelm when an assassin had thrown himself from their cover. If not for the vampire that stood before him, he’d be long dead, body ditched with no one to mourn or miss him.

I don’t want to be so afraid anymore.

He’d wept, and in the quiet of her home, she’d comforted him, gentle hands at his back and a soothing voice in his ear. She dried his tears, kissing them away in a manner that made him hot and breathless, he was weak to her, even if he went through with the turning he’d always be weak to her, and he was happy with that.

“Come to me, Malborn.” He shuddered at her voice, and for a moment he glanced at the door behind him, his last opportunity to live his life a mortal. A life of fear, flinching at every look he received, trembling too much to open a letter. The Thalmor haunted him, but she would keep him safe. She promised.

He stepped towards her, entering her arms with no resistance, the scent of death and decay surrounded her but still he buried his nose in her neck, desperate for the safety she provided.

“Strip.” And he did, all but his smalls lay on the floor as he climbed into bed with her, the sheets laying loosely at his hip whilst his head lay upon her breasts. There was no heartbeat, only the thrumming of her words as she spoke to him softly, praised him, lavished him, promises of a new tomorrow in absence of fear.

He couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly.

Morning should have come, but when he awoke he was greeted with night and the eyes of one unfamiliar. Ronthil, he’d introduced himself, a wood elf a tad shorter than he but a vampire that donned the same garb as the dragonborn. He sat with him through his first feeding, an ornate bottle of blood that coated his throat with copper, but even when he’d scrunched his nose in disgust his new friend had laughed, patting him on the shoulder as he spluttered. He’d left him to dress, new robes in a pale grey, he felt covered, armoured even, and for the first time in a while, he grinned, stepping from the room with confidence in his step.

It soon faded when he was faced with a portal, swirling blues that swallowed up his friend as he stepped through. He’d almost turned back until he heard her voice, calling to him, pulling him in. So in he went.

The castle was a level of grandeur he’d never known, and despite the eyes that watched him, he couldn’t remove his own from her. Draped in royal attire, she stood in the center, unobstructed and glowing in the light of the court. Her arms opened wide, and he found himself running to her, hugging her tightly around the waist.

When they parted, her hands held his face, fingers tracing the new grooves and hollows of his complexion. She kissed his forehead, and he knew he’d be safe here, with them, with her, no more running, no more fear.

In spite of undeath, in her halls, he’d never felt more alive.