I really want to talk about something, but I feel uncomfortable. I have nobody to explain it to and it's probably more in my head than anywhere else.
I don't want to feel like I should be ashamed to write nsfw content about a fictional character because of 'age'. It's upset me.
To me a fictional character is ageless and not a real person, that's the whole point. Telling someone your content makes them uncomfortable because the character is the 'youngest' in a show makes me feel like I'm somehow 'wrong' for creating vanilla a/b/o nsfw content about them.
I've blocked the person, for their sake and mine, because I found a nice place to share and talk about something that made me happy and I don't want 1 person to spoil that. Maybe now I've said this I will feel better, but right now I feel weird about it π
I deleted the post eventhough others had reacted very positive and now it's reposted in a different place, which I'm okay with, but also feels like I've been made to stay in a separate lane because of one person and their discomfort with the character not being 'aged-up'.
It's hard enough to find content about the character without it being reduced to immature cutesy stuff. In my eyes the character is feisty and knows their own mind very well! That's part of why I like them, they're naughty and devious and it's funny but also gives me inspiration.
I've disabled comments on this post because I feel very anxious about it and I thought simply blocking the person would solve it, but it's made me feel insecure about posting content with that character in. I still have though and I KNOW more ppl LOVE them like I do, but ...π
I don't know ...part of me just wants to delete everything and fuck off, but the bigger part of me is very lonely and loves talking to people about things that make me happy and knowing I can do that WITHOUT shame is very important to me. Like I said, this is more in my head ππΆ
I love sharing things I've written & making others happy, seeing it resonating with them. Apart from this 1 person I've had only positive reactions to what I wrote about the character.
I wasn't going to say anything but my brain is upsetting me so I have to let it out.
Sorry β€
Just writing this is making me feel nervous. I don't want to upset anybody or cause any issue, this is my twitter account and my feelings which are valid and although this didn't happen here it's made me feel once again like I just don't fit in. Pls mute if this is boring, sorry.
Maybe I'm not suited to groups of people talking about content or characters, maybe I'm just not on the same level. If I see content that makes me uncomfortable I just mute/block and move on, especially in a place where it says 'general nsfw' content! That's a big umbrella!
I definitely wouldn't make a point of referring to the fact that the issue is specifically the 'age' thing and that the character is the 'youngest'. Like, what are you implying exactly? I'm not a bad person for wanting to play with this character in different settings (incl nsfw)
I don't want to feel like I 'shouldn't' be creating content about them because of 'age'. In my eyes they are no different than the characters portrayed as their peers in the show. I'll stop talking about it now. It's just my brain making me sad.
Love to you all and sorry π β€
One more thing, there are a handful of really lovely sweet kind amazing people who I talk to here, I'm sure you know who you are. I just want to tell you that I love you and I appreciate your time and kindness. I hope I'm able to return it tenfold because your are great β€β€β€β€
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As a man of taste, Kaoru loved the finer things in life. Good food (cooked by Joe), vintage wine (served by Joe), travel (with Joe), wearing the best fabrics (admired by Joe).
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When it came to fabric, Kaoru felt in his element. He loved natural fibres, intricately woven material from exquisite silk and cotton. The softer the fabric against his skin, the more satisfied he felt. He hated patterns, opting for plain base colors in various hues.
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At work he always wore his navy blue yukata with a gray and yellow obi. He saw it almost like a uniform, a kind of formal attire. As soon as his work day ended he would rush home and luxuriate in a long hot bath, before adorning himself in smooth sleek silk for the evening.
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Every day Shiro tended to his herb garden, nurturing a vast array of aromatic plants. He had a reputation for being a herbalist, combining different ingredients into potions to help the townspeople with their minor ailments.
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He meticulously selected specific herbs to relieve anything from insomnia and digestive problems to more acute complaints like tooth- and earache. The townsfolk trusted his intuition and as Shiro never accepted money they repaid him in goods and favors.
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He never needed to purchase anything. Food, drink, laundry, transport, his herbal potions replaced the need for silver coins. All Shiro had to do was maintain his garden, turn the soil between his weathered hands, gently caress delicate green shoots, cultivate with love.
A little #Sheith thread for the 14th of Dec. Mild angst/happy ending πππ
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Keith sits alongside his friends at the venue. The place looks charming, flowers & garlands, soft tints, romantic.
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They sit in seats covered in brightly colored fabrics while an usher gracefully scatters rose petals.
The petals flurry to the ground, coating the pale blue carpeted aisle.
The same aisle /he/ will walk down to marry another.
Keith sighs, a frown crumples his forehead.
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/How did we get here?/
Keith wonders at what point Shiro decided he didn't want to marry him, choosing a stranger over the person who always stood by his side.
/I can't do this/
He wants to break free, escape the sickly sweet floral fragrance of the venue, run far away.
#Sheith ptsd/comfort
"It's ready," Keith beams. A smile laced with a hint of anxiety, slightly too wide, purposely intended to reassure his boyfriend that everything's okay. They are okay. Nothing can hurt them as long as they are together.
Shiro knows Keith's trying to help him.
"It looks small, will we both fit inside?" Shiro stares sceptically at the blanket fort Keith has built in their living room. He feels grateful, but his mind can't focus properly. Some days everything just feels too overwhelming, too raw.
Violet eyes watch him closely.
"Yeah, we'll fit...we can snuggle up, nice and snug." Keith just wants to hold him, take away all the noise in Shiro's head. The only sound he needs to hear is Keith's heartbeat, a soothing rhythm, strong and steady.
"I bought you some new PJs. Brushed cotton, feel how soft."
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For years the creature lived in a cave deep within the forest. Humans steered clear, unnerved by stories of a terrible beast that lurked in the shadows.
The creature knew they feared him, told tall tales of bloodlust and gore.
He shunned all humans, except for one.
The young farmer who lived at the edge of the forest surveyed his vegetable garden. His fields full of corn shone golden in the morning sun, but his garden looked a sorry sight. Plants trampled on, bean poles snapped, vegetables missing or strewn aside half-eaten, roots dug out.
He blamed the many animals of the forest and being a compassionate man he decided to secure his own garden and create a separate one just for them. Gathering up all the damaged vegetables he placed them in a pile, taking note of which ones the animals seemed to like best.
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Every night he shows up a half hour before closing. He sits down the far end of the bar & orders 3 shots of bourbon. He never speaks, just sits in silence and paces the liquor until last orders. He usually waits until everybody's gone before leaving a tip for the barman.
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Shiro watches the dark-haired stranger as he slides 20 bucks across the bar without making eye contact and bids him goodnight. Every single night for the past month, the same thing. He could set his watch by him. Nobody knows who he is or where he cropped up from.
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The first 2 nights Shiro tried to make contact, throwing a little conversation his way, but all he got were monosyllabic answers and a couple of shrugs. He guessed the guy just wasn't in the mood for talk, so he left him be, sticking to a simple greeting instead.