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I'm pretty sure that this taught me that different people prefer exploring the internet in different ways.

Reading this discussion was really interesting and I think that it would be fun to write my thoughts on this as I'm part of the younger generation of the internet.

In my opinion, algorithms are a double edged sword. While in some cases, it has introduced me to new creators that I have enjoyed for years (an example of this being Youtube).

After certain amounts of time my interests change and my recommended videos don't always reflect that. Therefore leading to the feature being sometimes useless and negative.

As a user, I have occasionally found myself unhappy because I didn't realise the videos being recommended were videos that I hatewatch.

We also have to be mindful of the many content creators (old and new) who have been pushed off a platform due to not complying with the algorithm.

I'm generally patient and not that picky when it comes to finding fics on Ao3. You don't have to know exactly what you want.

For example I recently have the habit of picking a trope (example: 5+1), order it by kudos and exclude the fandoms I'm not familiar with. It's surprisingly quick and easy to find a good story and has introduced me to many different fandoms that I love.

It was hard to get used to the UI at first but with enough patience and exploration it took me about a day or two to get used to it.

I'd compare it less to the skill of knowing how to wash your clothes or sewing but more similar to learning how to use a map or ordering a sandwich.

The Ao3 equivalent would be going to Subway and creating the sandwich.

Bread = Fandoms/ships

Toasted or not? = Completed works or not

Toppings = Tags/tropes

Sauces = Language

Cookies = Ships

You can look over the choices, say what you want or don't want and generally have a good time.

For newcomers it can be overwhelming and you might not know what you want at first. It's not for everyone but people do like it.

The Algorithm equivalent would be looking at a menu and asking the server for what's good.

You might like it. If you go to that place a lot, the servers get familiar with you and will keep serving you food similar to the ones you like.

The servers may or may not be selling your food preferences to other restaurants. It's up to you whether you're bothered. Some may not like it but others don't mind.

It's not the most accurate comparison but one that can still be applied.

Because it’s a major cultural shift

Dude, aside from people just going “ugh, kids”, the whole point is that the assumption that sites have algorithms is a sign of how the entire internet has been ruined. It’s a major cultural shift and a terrible one.

AO3 is the opposite of obscure in fanfic fandom, and its entire existence is political and an act of resistance.

No shit people react to cluelessness about how it sorts content: how it sorts content is a conscious ethical statement.

And to answer this other person’s comment:

Wattpad, dude. No separate index by fandom, no see everything by date, just a massive fic section and tags that show the 1k most recent or 1k most popular.

Nearly every major fic site has worked something like AO3 until we get to the modern app hell that is Wattpad.

The Sweetest Sting Ch 11

MC/Lewie/Marshall/Ozzy villa smut fic

AO3 | Wattpad

In which Amelia shows her whole, entire ass and Rora and Lewie get their happily ever after.

Epilogue will either go up on Thursday or next Monday! We'll see how antsy I am to officially finish the fic.

Writing Prompt: Nine's finally had enough of getting bullied by the other foxes for his two tails. He builds his seven other robotic tails. Then he teaches his bullies a bitter lesson.

Oh, thank you for the ask! And good prompt too! I've always imagined how Nine dealed with his bullies, and I have a few ideas, I just haven't had a reason to write them until now!

I hope you like it! If y'all have anything you want to ask (could be requests for stories, questions about things you want to know, or theories you want to share,) go ahead and do so, I don't bite!

Anyway, onto the story!

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That was it.

He was done being nice. They hurt him, mocked him, and beat him for far too long. He had tried everything. He tried ignoring it and he ended up with bruises, he tried to be nice to them, but all he got were mocking words, he tried avoiding them, and the beatings and taunting were only harsher.

Nobody helped him. Nobody ever did. When they noticed they'd ignore what was happening, or they'd join in. He couldn't trust anyone to help, people only cared about themselves.

Why shouldn't he follow that rule?

He was making something, something that would end all of it. The mocking, the scorning, the jeers, the beatings, it all would end when he was finished. He was almost done, they were almost complete.

The invention that would change everything. No more bullies, no more abuse, no more jeers or disgusted looks, all of it would stop when these were finished.

Looking back, inventing used to be fun, for a short while. He remembers wagging his tails when he had an idea for something new, something revolutionary.

Now it was a necessity, something that he needed, that he didn't find fun, but needed and serious. He missed those simple wags of happiness, now he didn't wag them at all.

There's nothing to be happy about anymore.

He smirked, not with joy or excitement, but satisfaction and smugness, sadistic and revenge-driven thoughts ran through his head.

They were done.

He was ready.

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The cries of several foxes and other animals were music to Miles's sadistic ears.

It wasn't a pretty sight, some had deep bruises, some sprained, and some were bleeding.

But not Miles.

For the first time, he was completely unscathed. No bruises other than the ones already there, and no new scratches. He was fine.

Miles felt himself slightly getting giddy at the power he now holds over them. There they were, sobbing, begging for mercy, looking at him with fear and pain that he relished.

They should fear him. That's what they get for never trying to love him.

Nobody did.

He wasn't interested in taking control of the city, though he could do it easily if he so tried. But the smallest bit of power left him with a twisted sense of joy.

The tears on his previous abuser's faces were diamonds and riches to him. He hit jackpot at that moment.

Now they knew to leave him alone, now he won't ever get hurt again.

They called him things he wasn't surprised about, wasn't anything he never heard before.

'Monster', 'beast', 'freak', and more he's heard before.

Maybe he was a monster for doing this, but he didn't care. If being a monster kept everyone away from him, then so be it.

Hmm..

If he was a monster then he should change his name. Miles made him feel like he had an identity. Like he was human. He wasn't treated like he was, so maybe he never was. So he needs something new.

He looked at his new tails. He didn't have two anymore. He used irony harshly against them, beating them with the very things they outcasted him for. He grinned. He had seven more.

He had nine now.

Nine.

What a perfect name for a monster...

Whose idea was it, though?

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

genre: smut || very little plot || +18

summary: it's your ex's wedding and you're invited... however, you decided to bring your annoying neighbour as your +1. the problem is... you are a little bit (a lot) into him.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: pet names, unprotected sex (pls don't), dirty talk...

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

enjoy! (;

also english is not my first language

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“I was going to say this was a bad idea, but I changed my mind. This was a terrible idea,” you whisper as you feel his hands dangerously making their down to your waist. He takes his time, making sure you shiver under his touch, and traces a slow and tempting path over your naked back while you dance. 

“Whose idea was it, though?” he says leaning a little bit too close. Can the rest of the guests see this? You look at your ex at a distance, bold of him to invite you to his wedding. 

“Don’t look at him, look at me. We are pretending to be the perfect happy couple, right? Happy couples dance,” with a swift move, he spins you and pulls you towards him. Your back pressed to his broad chest. His scent, a mix of top-shelf whiskey, sweat, and cologne makes you press your thighs together. This is not how this fake date was supposed to go. 

“Happy couples share intimate moments like this,” he whispers into your ear. Involuntarily, your head moves to one side, giving him access to your neck. “Happy couples kiss.” 

You freeze after that sentence. Jungkook was not supposed to do this to you, he is still your annoying neighbor. Dumb-ass Jungkook who never has salt, who always comes to your place uninvited, who plays music too loud at 2 am. You take a minute to look at him now, lip piercing shining as he gives you the most beautiful of smiles. His black hair slicked back, showing off his brow piercing decorating his handsome face, and those eyes. Those doe eyes look back at you waiting, he needs something. Could he need you? 

Without a warning, he kisses your neck and the tiniest whimper escapes your lips. Jungkook holds your waist and you look down at his tattooed hand and at this moment you know his hands belong there. Turning his head for a brief moment, Jungkook catches a glimpse of your ex, making another tasteless toast while his friends whisper and make comments about you. 

“Never liked that dude, always made you cry,” he plants another kiss. This time he opens his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue savor your skin. You let out a breathy sigh. 

“Jungkook…” you say his name. Music to his ears, he wonders how pretty your voice will be moaning his name and he is buried deep inside you. Fucking you really good, the way you and only you deserve it. 

Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders and spins you so fast you almost fall over him. Cupping your face in his hands he looks at you. His heavy breath on your face and needy eyes make you want to show him how wet you are. He did this, he should fix it. How to tell him you want to have him now? 

His lips crash with yours. Hard, fast. You have no time to react when he pulls away. 

“Come with me,” he extends his hand for you to take. 

“Wh- what?” 

“Come with me and you’ll cum with me,” he smiles. So cocky, has he always been this bold? 

You find yourself against the bathroom wall. The door locked, the dim lights are not stopping you from admiring Jungkook’s back in the mirror that faces you. You admire his broad shoulders and the slutty tiny waist you plan to wrap your legs around. With a bite on your neck, he interrupts your thoughts as you scream. 

“Do you like it when I do this?” his delicious tongue slides to the back of your ear and he sucks your skin, making it hurt so good you just know it will bruise. 

“Yes,” you weakly whisper and you kiss him. He welcomes your tongue in his mouth as he pulls up your dress. Jungkook tastes like heaven and hell colliding together, he is perfect. He sucks on your bottom lip and breaks the kiss for a second, smiling at you. He wants this, he wants you. His sole focus is to make you his. Oh, how he wants to have you bent over your kitchen table, the one you care for so much. You are always bossy telling him to put a coaster under his beer can. He wants to see you make a mess on that table, he wants to be the reason for that mess. Jungkook squeezes your ass and you know it’s time. You wrap your legs around him and he pulls your panties to the side. 

“Such a fucking turn on you’re this wet for me.” 

One hand holds you in place, while the other works on his belt and pants. In a flash of a moment, the tip of his cock teases your soaked entrance. Slowly his cock enters you, stretching you out like never before. You moan his name, the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. He thrusts inside you, unhurried, making you feel every inch of him. Your head spins as Jungkook throws his head back, curses leaving his mouth. 

“This is what you deserve, princess. Argh– You feel so good. You should be fucked senseless every day.”

“Jungkook, please…” you moan. The pleasure he is giving you is unmatched. You beg him to pick up the pace and he does. Jungkook rams into you making you want time to stop. His cock in and out of you, fucking you making you chase your high. With the top part of his body completely dressed, he couldn’t look hotter ruining you in his perfectly-tailored suit. His tattooed hand reaches your neck, squeezing so slightly, making you dizzy enough to be totally consumed by him. Your mind skyrockets and so does his as keeps fucking you. You feel how you clench around his cock begging for him to make you cum. 

“Please,” is all you manage to say. For Jungkook, that was an order. He angles you higher to have better access as he goes faster. The sounds of your flesh clashing together echoed in the bathroom. Your slippery arousal welcomes him even deeper. 

“Cum for me, princess. Don’t I deserve you to cum around my cock after fucking you so good?” 

Your moans are cries now and your body convulses, you are so close. 

“Make everyone know you are being fucked this good. Cum for me now.”

And you do. You cum hard and loud for him. Just for him. Jungkook cums right after you with a grunt that makes you wish he fucked you from the first time he knocked on your door. 

As if you were made of crystals, Jungkook puts you down and kisses your forehead. Sweat falling on your face after such an intense orgasm. He helps you clean yourself up and a chuckle escapes his lips. 

“Sure you don’t wanna go on an actual date with me?”

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my friend go."

*rubs hands together enthusiastically*

Oh, this will be fun!!! (Forgive me for changing a word from the prompt it just makes more sense if I used the word "wife" instead of "friend")

"I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my wife go." Janai pleaded as the blood elf's claws lightly pierced the soft flesh beneath them, causing small beads of blood to roll down the human's neck. Kim'dael smirked at the queen's words. "Anything you say?" She asked. Her blood red eyes seemed to search the Sunfire queen's face as she nodded. "Yes, anything. Just let Amaya go."

"Then release me from my debt." The blood elf requested, to the queen's shock."No! I will never release you." Janai said with a slight growl as she saw the elf's claws sink slightly deeper, forcing a pained whimper from Amaya."Are you sure about that choice?" She asked lowly.

She finally saw the queen's resolve break. Janai spoke the words she never thought would leave her mouth, "Im sorry grandmother. Kim'dael of the Blood Moon, I release your debt." The golden collar around Kim'dael's neck glowed like white hot metal as it split down the middle, revealing scarred flesh from when her grandmother first gave it to her as it fell to the ground.

"Thank you, and as promised." The elf released Amaya before disappearing in a cloud of red mist. The two lovers reunited in a soft embrace.

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Finally finished this! I’m so sorry if I made you wait long. I hope that it ends up being worth the wait, my love.

Nijiro Murakami x Reader

Summary: You invite Nijiro to your housewarming party when he asks you to step outside with him to talk.

“Nijiro,” you say, looking him up and down in the doorway. You sling an arm over his shoulders and pull him in for a heartfelt hug. “I’ve missed you.”

He brings his arms around you, exhaling himself into the hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You release from the embrace and shut the door, locking it. You turn to him smiling. “Um, grab a drink, have some food—do whatever you want. My home is your home. You know that.”

He nods frigidly, scanning the living room in front of him. You currenly have about a dozen people over; just a chill housewarming party. Buying your first home at such a young age is a big deal.

Nijiro walks over into the kitchen and grabs a beer, striking up a conversation with people already in there. Hm. That’s new. Nijiro, to your knowledge, doesn’t drink. And you know that man better than he knows himself. You watch him for a second in amazement. You’re overjoyed to see him like this after almost a year. Everything feels complete to you now.

His eyes glance over to your focused stare and your eyes widen a bit before smiling. He caught you being a little creep.

He shifts in his stance, leaning against the counter. You nod to yourself, leaving him to finish his conversation.

“Y/n, your house is gorgeous,” one of your college mates compliments. “If you need a landscaper in the near future, hit me up, okay?”

You ruffle their hair playfully. “Of course. Who else would I ask?”

While trying to steal another look at Nijiro, you realize how much of a negligent host you are.

“Fuck,” you curse, palming your forehead. You make your way through the clutter of bodies in your living room and enter the kitchen.

“Niji,” you call, grabbing his wrist lightly. “Let me formally introduce you to everyone.”

He looks from the people he was talking to and back to you. He whispers timidly, “You don’t have to do that.”

You dismiss him altogether and clear your throat powerfully. “Attention, please.”

The room goes quiet and everybody turns to you. Some of them make jokes or silly noises.

“This is my best friend since fourth grade. My heart, my soul, Nijiro Murakami,” you announce, kissing his cheek.

The room fills with applause and a few hoots here and there. You squeeze Nijiro’s hand and smile

He blushes and snickers, peering down at his feet like they’re the most interesting thing ever. “Thank you, everyone. Nice meeting you all.”

“Aw. He’s shy,” one of them says. “We don’t bite, Nijiro. It’s Y/n you gotta watch out for, shit.”

They laugh and you glare at them “Yeah, y’all would know, huh?”

Nijiro looks at you as you reply; a look of adoration. Still chuckling, you turn to face him. Your hand is still intertwined with his.

His palm gets a little damp and he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “Can I talk to you outside, y/n?”

Your smile drops, slightly worried. “Sure, Niji.”

You shut the door behind the two of you, stepping out onto the front porch. You must admit though, the anxiety dancing around in your stomach is making you queasy.

“What's going on, Niji?” you ask, your frantic mind already assuming the worst.

He fiddles around with his fingers, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. You recognize this gesture all too well. He's nervous as fuck right now.

“Just promise me you won't freak out, okay?” he half asks half warns. Your stomach and chest tighten apprehensively. Is this why he was drinking? Is he this petrified about telling you whatever it is he's about to tell you?

“Niji. Stop it. You're scaring me,” you answer, shoving his shoulder. “Just say it. You know how much I hate it when people beat around the bush.”

He sighs and begins to rub his elbow, finding it hard to keep still.

“You know how you asked me a few weeks ago if I was seeing anyone yet?” he begins, recalling a previous conversation.

You nod once. “Yeah?”

“Well, I lied about my reason,” he resumes, locking eyes with you. “It's not because I haven't found a good person yet. I have. I'm just worried they won't like me back.”

You chuckle making a sad face. “Oh, babe. What's not to like? You're a sweetheart. A true gentleman, Niji.”

You inch closer to him and rub his arm soothingly. “Shoot your shot, love. I'm sure they're gonna be so happy that you did.”

He looks at you in a way you've never seen before. The look gives you a sensation he's never given you before. You take a step back. Shit, shit, shit. I’m so fucking dumb, you shout in your mind.

“Nijiro,” you say in a tone so hushed, it's barely audible.

He stares at you apologetically, the soft sun highlighting the side of his face. The glow from the sun paired with the heat of the moment is making your limbs weak.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, fumbling around with his fingers even more. “I can't help it. I don't see myself with anyone else, y/n. I love-”

“Wait,” you cut him off, holding onto the wooden handrail on your porch. “Hold on a minute. Ten minutes ago you were just my childhood best friend. So, my bad for needing a second.”

He looks away, eyes guilty and full of hurt. “I should have stayed quiet.”

You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the short but refreshing breeze that tickles your skin. The sound of the trees in the wind brings you back to the present.

“Niji,” you say, trying to gather yourself. “I'm not mad at you, okay? I just-”

His face is beet red from embarrassment as he looks anywhere but at you.

“I'm confused, taken aback, happy, and flattered right now,” you confess shaking your head as you speak. “Because... I feel the same way about you, Niji.”

His sad eyes widen at your words. “Y/n...”

You nod, standing just inches from his face now. “I've been scared of my feelings toward you for a while now. Especially since I haven't seen you in so long. I've been scared of all of it: you liking me back, you not liking me back...terrified of you not liking me at all anymore. All of it.”

His eyes get watery as he smiles. “You're beautiful, so damn beautiful.” his hand presses against your cheek, shaky and unsteady. He kisses you softly and you melt into the action. The kiss is the best one you've ever had. Not because of the technique or the depth of the kiss, etc. But because there's a mutual transaction of deep love and connection already established between you two.

You share an emotional hug and talk a bit more. The sun is starting to set.

“Hey,” you say, tapping under Nijiros chin. “How about I kick these idiots out and me and you just chill and eat the rest of that junk food in there?”

He smirks and nods in excitement. “That honestly sounds like heaven right about now.”

🥁 I'm baaaaaccckkk. - Ash <3