Thought I’d leave a final thanks to everyone who’s followed this blog over the years. I started fan-sfm because all too often the sfm consumer community can be pretty toxic when it comes to pieces featuring interracial content. My goal was to provide somewhere that this kind of content (and many others) could be found, supported and spread. If I accomplished that in any small way, then I’m happy.
This is not the end. We’ll all rebuild somewhere else. And when we do, I hope we find each other. You can find me on Twitter, where I’ll be doing my best to keep track of my favorite artists.
A majority of these posts are being marked as explicit. The only other place I’ll ever post is on twitter. I honestly post more on there anyway since this site sucks.
(NOT A PR0MPT) inspired by the song “He Died in Dreams” by Ross Wylde
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Villain died.
And, of course, Hero knew this. She knew this because the halls were cold, and because her sheets, no matter how long she laid beneath them, were never warm like before. She knew because the tea kettle wasn’t hot every morning like it was when Villain was here, when he inevitably awoke before her because the sounds of birds intrigued him.
Villain was dead.
Yet, Hero occasionally felt a brush of fingertips along her shoulders when the breeze picked up. It was as if Earth were reminding her what accompanied the delicate swoop of her hair. Rather, it was as if it were reminding her of what was missing.
Then again, the clasp of Hero’s necklace appeared at her front. No hand fixed the chain then.
Today, though, she heard a voice, and it tickled the back of her brain. “I need to stay with you,” it said at first. Then, “But I don’t know what to do.”
Tears sprung to Hero’s eyes because- yes- she knew that voice.
“This grief,” Villain’s voice said, “it hurts, and I know it’s hurting you, too.”
“Villain?” she whispered to the wind. A part of her wanted to believe in miracles. She wanted to believe Villain would materialize on the balcony, beneath the moon, and that when he did, he would cup her cheek in a hand and tell her all was well. Everything was a joke, Hero wanted to say to herself.
“The trees look different here, less solid,” the voice- Villain- continued, off topic. “The leaves and pine needles are just a visual, so your hand goes right through them. You can still use branches to climb. I guess there has to be some kind of symbol of life within death, even if it is just a solid branch. I think you’d like it. You were always so fond of meaning, of symbolism, weren’t you?”
“Are you here, Villain?” The question was desperate and perhaps panicked. Was Hero finally losing her mind? Maybe it was she who was dead, or dying, or whatever phase this was. Surely, surely, Villain wasn’t dead and speaking to her from the Land of the Dead. No. That wasn’t possible. So, it was Hero who was dead instead.
“You don’t really hear me, do you?” Villain asked. “It’s just a coincidence that you’re responding.” A pause occurred, and the man, who Hero progressively felt convinced was unreal, continued. “I know death is as difficult as life- probably more so- but you-”
Shewasdead?
No.
But he said-
I know death is as difficult as life.
Why was he saying that to her?
Everything was so confused in Hero’s mind. She could so vividly remember…remember her lover’s…his…she could remember his body. Breathless. Lifeless. Dead.
He was dead.
Then why did she keep questioning it?
“-know that, don’t you? I have to leave at some point, and it should be sooner rather than later. It would save us both the grief. Then again-”
Now was one of those moments in which Hero could imagine Villain pinching the skin between his brows. He was frustrated, and she knew that only through his tone.
“-I could just stay and we could live like this. Two voices in two realms, only one able to hear the other. It’s cruel,” Villain explained.
Hero agreed, “It is cruel,” but not about the two realms. It was obvious the two could hear one another- Villain simply couldn’t believe it.
“Which one of us is dead?” Hero asked, and to her surprise, crickets of the night responded. The near-silence made her feel as if no one had been speaking just moments prior, and made her feel as if she truly had gone insane. Who was to say she wasn’t? The only voice she’d heard in days were her own and a dead man’s. If anyone else in the world heard that statement, they’d put her in counseling. Worser yet, they’d treat her for schizophrenia.
“I almost feel sorry for you.”
Hero jumped at the voice behind her, her hands leaving the balcony before promptly carrying her weight in a spin. She faced the man behind her.
“You really don’t understand which one of you is dead?”
The way Hero’s heart hammered against her ribs made her hesitant to speak. She watched. But watching did nothing as Supervillain approached the balcony of Hero’s apartment. Her body was frozen.
“I had your mind racing earlier,” Supervillain commented, “when I made you think you heard your precious Villain. What makes that mind so empty now?”
Her mind was a blank sheet of printer paper waiting for instruction.
“If my presence is that troubling then why don’t you turn back around? Face away.”
“That would make everything worse,” Hero finally had the sense to snap. In the same moment, her sweaty hands curled into tight, white-knuckled fists. “I want you out.” Her voice shook, but her feet remained planted.
As mighty as she looked, Supervillain chuckled, so lightly intimidated that he even covered his eyes with a hand as if to scoop away tears. “That was cute,” he said. “That was really cute, but here’s the thing; I know how scared you are. I can hear you begging the world to prevent me from reminding you what I did to that little lover of yours.”
Already, it was enough to make Hero see Villain’s body all over again.
“He didn’t deserve it,” she whispered. Hero didn’t notice the way her chin was angled down until Supervillain lifted it in order to wipe away a tear. Weakness like this wasn’t meant to be shown. It made her look vulnerable. It made her look easy to take control over.
Supervillain’s fingers left Hero’s cheek and travelled to her chin as it began to fall again. He lifted her chin slowly while cooing softly to her. “Sh, sh, sh. All traitors deserve what they get.”
The way he said it like a reassurance made Hero’s stomach roll. “Why are you here?” Why is he-
“Tormenting you?” Supervillain shrugged. “Villain betrayed me. I killed him in my anger, and frankly, I’m not satisfied with it.” Exposing Hero’s neck, he said, “Seeing the fear in your eyes is as satisfying as it can get.”
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“friends” that compete with you, embarrass you in front of other people, belittle your dreams, dismiss your thoughts, tell others your private business, make you feel inferior, or just drag you down are not your friends.
Make you feel less than their other friends due to prejudices and features you can’t change about yourself
Tumblr is apparently doing some crazy nonsense again, so it seems like a good time to remind everyone that Pillowfort.io is a new social media platform that aims to give users control of their content and how it’s seen and shared, as well as provide better communication tools to promote conversation and creativity. If this sounds good to you, you can donate $5 to our PayPal and you will receive a registration link the Friday after your donation. And if you decide the site isn’t for you, you can request a refund for up to three weeks after you sign up. (All money we receive through this process is going towards paying our hosting expenses and compensating our programmers.)
Reblogging this in light of the recent news, since we’ve been getting a lot of questions from people looking to join. If you’ve sent us a payment since the 16th of November you will receive your invitation email shortly after the site returns, which will likely be tomorrow! If you want to purchase more than one registration link ($5 per link, so $15 for example would get you 3 registration links) you can give them to anyone you want– the ones you purchase are not tied to your account in any way.
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I hope you all are doing well and enjoy life to the fullest.
I came here one last time to say goodbye. And yes I am fine! I just realized that this app requires too much time and I slowly started to forget what’s more important. I nearly lost sight of my real life. Of my friends and family. So I’ll leave tumblr now and this time I won’t come back.
Ngl, I had a fun and beautiful time on here. I met so many amazing and precious people but I also lost alot while spending time on tumblr.
Anyways, I don’t want to make this thing too long. So yeah, thank you all for everything! Thank you so so so so much. Take care of yourself and stay healthy. If you want to contact me or stay in touch, you can send me a message via instagram (@/hwanheescutecow).
((i’ll be less active here from now on and need to focus on my health condition. idk when will be active again but i’ll prioritize my health for now but i’ll be around to check notifs and stuff aha
I wasn’t planning to post about it, just leaving for a while. However, I’m not playing choices anymore, (nor chapters), they don’t inspiring me to write or read about it anymore… nor nothing more related to it.
This makes me sad, but it is what it is. I’m not gonna delete this tumblr, because I have a enourmos affection for it and for all the people I met here.
So, if you wanna contact me: Discord: The Queen#7107
So, as most of you already know, Tumblr is kicking anything Adult out of it & so, like many others I made Accounts over at Newgrounds & Twitter where I’ll be posting my sh…tuff from now on.
