#< for folks who are annoyed seeing posts about her all the time

[yoshilisk]

i think swifties hunger for pretentious music but they wound up getting into bland pop music instead so now they're starving and desperate. get those girls some prog rock or something to sink their teeth into

[kurizz]

Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

click for part 1

Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

-----------------

“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

 She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

 The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

________

click for part 3

it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. if you say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

@suzieq1948374 @hillyj579

[rebeccathenaturalist]

To Have As Much Compassion For the Coyote As the Rabbit

Spring is here, and all throughout my social media are posts by people panicking about coyotes. It’s not uncommon for these native canines to be more visible this time of year since they have dens full of hungry pups to feed and protect. You might see them on the hunt for mice and other rodents, or you could be quietly but firmly escorted away from a den site. There’s a chance you’ll even see a coyote toting a nice, fat rabbit home to her pups.

That last one tends to upset some folks. I’ve seen people say they’ve deliberately scared away predatory animals to cause them to drop their prey, or in some cases even physically wrestled the prey away. Sure, that may make you feel like some sort of hero for saving the rabbit. But why does the rabbit deserve to live while the coyote’s pups slowly starve to death? Why should a Cooper’s hawk not be allowed to eat the house finch it just plucked from a convenient bird feeder? Who says we are right to get in the way of a garter snake capturing a tree frog? And what if the rabbit you liberated has internal injuries that slowly kill it anyway once it runs away from you in fright?

Read under the cut to find out how many self-described "nature lovers" only really love part of nature.

Many of us have a Disneyfied approach to nature. We have a great deal of sympathy for herbivores* like Bambi and Thumper, and we give Flower the striped skunk a free pass since most of what he eats is insects. We might get annoyed when Bambi starts to browse on the vegetables and rose bushes, but we don’t react with the sort of wailing dismay that we do when a mountain lion takes out one of Bambi’s herd members.

And yet an American robin tugging earthworms out of the ground and swallowing them alive is no different from a bobcat pouncing on the robin. Both are examples of one animal preying upon another, a perfectly normal part of the cycles of nature for 800 million years. Without carnivores (and insectivores and omnivores), herbivores would quickly overpopulate, depleting plant communities to ecologically disastrous states, and crash life as we know it. Life is all about inhabiting niches, and carnivores fill their evolutionary roles quite effectively.

Many people who claim they “love nature” only love the herbivorous, gentle, fuzzy parts of it, and refuse to examine or change their revulsion of or violence toward the rest. That’s a big problem. The elements of nature they consider to be “ugly” or gross” are no less important than the “pretty” or “adorable” ones. And systematically removing the “bad” animals can have a detrimental effect on the entire ecosystem. The benighted person who kills every snake they see is only going to cause an increase in rodent populations, which of course raises the likelihood of diseases, crop damage, and gnawed electrical wires in the attic.

Moreover, when we try to apply the limitations of human ideals of morality to the rest of nature, we ignore the concept of existence value: that all beings are important simply because they are here with us in this amazing, vibrant world we share. What are we implying when we say that the coyote pup is less deserving of life than the rabbit?

We have interfered with nature way too much as it is, in much larger ways than this. Yet it is a simple act to allow these individual interactions between species play out as they naturally would without feeling that we have to step in and play moral referee. Our arrogance at thinking that nature exists for us and our priorities is how we found ourselves in our current ecological predicament. The least we can do is be hands-off in our local food web. Consider it good practice for having healthier boundaries toward nature, rather than constantly centering ourselves in every decisions we make regarding other living beings.

Finally, practice having some compassion for the coyote busily trying to feed her young–and herself. She can’t run to the grocery store and get a package of industrially farmed beef to make burgers for the kids. Her entire life is a constant race against death, whether from starvation, disease, extreme heat or cold, and of course the interference of humans. Imagine the relief she must feel when she successfully manages to catch something bigger than a mouse–do you think we’re the only ones whose reward centers in our brains light up at a job well done? Think of how excited your dog gets when he manages to catch the ball–that’s not only a trait of domesticated animals.

Have some compassion for the coyote pups eagerly awaiting their next meal and their parents' warmth. Photo by John Harrison, CCA-SA-3.0-Unported

Give and take, life and death, nutrients and energy endlessly cycling through body after body after body of animal, plant, fungus, bacteria–that is the grand dance in which the coyote and the rabbit play their parts. Appreciate this eons-old round without feeling the need to alter the tempo, and be glad that tonight the coyote pups will sleep contentedly with full stomachs.

*For the record, many “herbivores” will opportunistically eat meat, live or dead, for the nutrients. Bambi and his buddies are quite happy to pluck a perfectly healthy baby bird or two out of a nest as a snack, and will chew on carrion now and then, too.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider preordering my book The Everyday Naturalist, taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, or checking out my other articles! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[uceyliyahh]

PRESSURE

summary: she got build up pressure from her folks, her friends and her peers around her asking that million dollar question. ‘When will you get back together with Jimmy?’ It would always annoy Serenity hearing that from them when her folks knew her and Jimmy’s past. Her folks believe that they were going to get back together eventually until she found someone new hoping that she could heal those scars that Jimmy had left until that one night it changed everything.

warnings contain: explicit content, self-harming, withdrawals, depression, a lot of build up pressure, cheating.

sooo mdni

Jimmy Uso x Serenity

word count: 7.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

TAGS 🏷️ lmk if you want to be tagged @pinkwithhearts @420days @jstarr86 @empressdede @angiedawn02 @biancasreign @prettyfilmz @sharmelasworld @spiicii @formulafortyfour @theusotwinzcom @mingisfavgf @trippiexlove @wisteria-bae

@bebesobrielo @skyesthebomb @aikosilo @papireigns-05 @punksyeet @paigereeder @magnificentbouquetmusic

@charmed-dreamssss @fearlesschimera @partypoison00 @mselenalovebug @bloodlinesbabe93 @justazzi @xbriexx @4milly @luuvprincess @yyaktayak @yana3sworld @shanthefemalerapper @bloodlineslut @bookuce @sheaabuttaababyy @li-da-savage @cafeluvs @myleelovesfood @shes2real

One

omniscient

kelani_wwe, ceceduh, uceyjucey, and others liked your post.

serenitysdiary: it’s me again 🩷😘

kelani_wwe: Gurrl you’ve been busy and booked

serenitysdairy: @ kelani_wwe ofccc

ceceduh: honey I heard mama and them having a cookout tonight

serenitysdairy: @ ceceduh girrrl they be doing this on purpose to invite wassa name 🙄

uceyjucey: mom and pops having a cookout?

serenitysdairy: @ uceyjucey Jesus…who tf told you? Don’t come if you bringing his ass

uceyjucey: @ serenitysdairy c’mon sis yk ya mama ain’t gonna like it if we ain’t there

serenitysdairy: @ uceyjucey sooo fucking annoying

d1areen: looking good mama can’t wait to see you tonight 😘

Read all comments.

Tonight.

That evening turned out to be quite surprising at her mother's house, as she encountered Jimmy and Jey there. This was all due to her mother wanting to spend time with the boys, including Jimmy, her ex-boyfriend. She found it hard to even look at him after everything he had done during their relationship. He had been seeing another girl named Trinity while he was on the road. I suppose it was her mistake for being involved with a professional wrestler who is always traveling, 24/7.

When she discovered that he had been unfaithful to her while he was away, it spread like wildfire on social media, leaving her mentally shattered. She had truly loved him with all her heart, but now those feelings have been overshadowed by anger and resentment towards him.

She believed he would stand out from the others, especially considering how devoted his twin brother was to his wife. She hoped Jimmy would mirror that loyalty, but once again, she found herself mistaken.

Serenity was feeling very low and started to harm herself with a lighter, repeatedly burning her inner thighs until there was nothing left. She eventually sought therapy and opened up about the struggles she had faced over the last two to three years.

She took her antidepressants to manage her depression, helping her stay grounded throughout the day. Yet, at night, her thoughts would often drift back to the pain he caused her. That was until she met Darren, who saw her for who she truly was and cherished every single scar she carried from her past. He became the light in her life.

 a energy boost that she needed. until tonight she had fucked it all up. she didn’t mean to. it happened so suddenly  Why couldn’t she just push Jimmy away? She had to keep it a secret

That’s what she was good at anyway, keeping secrets just to protect herself. But how long was that going to last knowing that Jimmy wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it.

Serenity found herself pressed against the wall while Jimmy gazed intently into her eyes, attempting to decipher her emotions. He noticed her face was filled with anger, and she forcefully shoved him away, causing him to stumble slightly, yet he responded with a smirk.

Both of them noticed her phone ringing, and as she looked down, she saw that Darren was texting her, asking where she was at that moment. Guilt washed over her as she met Jimmy's gaze.

“You think he’s gonna replace this? What we got going on sweetheart?” Jimmy said.

“We don’t have anything going on anymore Jonathan that was a year or two ago,  what we did have is dead now.” Serenity replied in a stern tone.

She heard him chuckling while folding his arms over his chest, “you wanna kept tellin’ yourself that?”

His arrogant and controlling attitude was beginning to frustrate her significantly. She let out a deep sigh, massaging her temples, and then picked up her phone before heading out the bedroom door, eager to avoid any further interaction with him.

“You gon’ keep runnin’ away from this Serene?” That nickname that slipped from his lips as she turned her head toward him.

He knew her so well Too well at that whenever things like this get shaky between him and her. She’ll just run away because she doesn’t know what to do.

“I ain’t runnin’ I’m going to my man that’s waiting for me.” She said.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, “yo’ man? That yo’ people don’t even like?

“They do like him.”

Jimmy scoffed, “apparently not.” He kept his arms folded around his chest as she looked at him with confusion written all over her face.

She believed her family would approve of Darren, but as Jimmy pointed out, they actually disapprove of him. Their main concern is that they want her and Jimmy to reconcile, which was never going to occur after everything he had done to her.

“Maybe if my stupid ass mother didn’t invite you like you’re so god or something then they probably would’ve liked him.”

“C’mon now ma, don’t be like that.”

“They want us to get back together and I’m not letting that happen after what you did to me Jon.” She remained silent as she reached for the doorknob, but he suddenly grabbed her, pushing her onto the bed and holding her arms above her head while looking intently into her eyes.

Jimmy nestled between her legs, showering her neck with soft, wet kisses, attempting to remind her of her true belonging, despite her new relationship with Darren. She struggled to push him away, but the reality of his greater strength left her at a disadvantage.

He gently placed kisses along her jawline and then moved to her lips. She hesitated to kiss him back until his hand rested on her left thigh, where a sudden stinging sensation made her whimper, prompting her to finally return his kiss.

His tongue danced within her mouth, exploring every inch, a sensation he had longed for. The kiss was intense, reflecting his desire to assert his dominance and remind her of her place with him.

With all her strength, she struck him, the sound reverberating in her old bedroom. They locked eyes, both filled with intensity, particularly Jimmy's, whose gaze turned dark as a sinister smile crept across his face, nearly frightening her.

“You don’t fucking deserve none of this, you don’t deserve me Jimmy.” Serenity sternly.

He chuckled bitterly at her while nodding his head before he spoke, “and you think his ass do? You know you still mine Serene.”

She scoffed at him, “I was never yours when you went out yo’ way to cheat on me for the whole fucking media to hear about Jimmy you know what get the fuck off of me.” When she tried pushing and shoving him away he didn’t budge not one single bit as he just watched her struggle.

She continued to strike him and tried to shove him away until he grasped her throat, causing her to freeze in place, her eyes fixed on his.

Jimmy leaned in closer, their noses almost touching, while he felt his free hand lift the dress she had chosen for the cookout tonight—realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath it, which made him smirk.

There was always something about him and that infuriating smirk on his face that drove Serenity absolutely mad. He started to rub her folds in circular motions, his eyes still fixed on hers, noticing how she began to weaken under his touch.

She made an effort to keep eye contact with him, attempting to convey that she was unaffected by the situation and indifferent, fully aware that Darren was capable of much more than he was.

That’s what she thought right? Believing that Darren was a much better match for her than Jimmy he’s a basketball player. But could he hit all the right spots like Jimmy do?

In that moment, Jimmy gently kissed her lips before withdrawing, observing how she gradually fell apart under his touch. As he slipped two fingers into her warm core, a soft moan of his name escaped her lips.

His fingers started to move in a slow yet quick rhythm, aware that he had her exactly where he desired. Watching her plead with those beautiful eyes of hers, reminiscent of a puppy, only made him smile wider.

He softly kissed her lips as they embraced in a passionate make-out session, sensing her body relax and yield to him and only him, while he moved his fingers inside her, his tongue exploring her mouth.

“You see how she reacts to me ma? Does he make you feel like that?” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

She felt the urge to hurt his feelings by claiming that Darren was better at this than he was, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it because, deep down, she still loved Jimmy.

“N-no, he d-doesn’t…” Serenity murmured back.

She sensed his smirk between her lips as his fingers expertly located her sensitive spot, something Darren always struggled to find during their intimate moments. Jimmy, on the other hand, repeatedly stimulated her g-spot, making her gasp and arch her back in response.

“Mhmm, I’m hitting that shit good. He probably can’t make you squirt like I do ma.”

He was right once again  Jimmy is always right when it comes to her.

He had gently bitten the bottom of her lip, tugging it before pressing his lips against hers more forcefully, all the while continuing to pleasure her with his fingers. Outside, everyone else was enjoying themselves, but she could feel herself tightening and relaxing around his fingers, as if she were a machine in disarray.

Jimmy shifted his lips from hers to her jawline, gently trailing down towards her neck. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, pulling him closer so she could listen to him guide her with his voice, rich and sweet like honey, a sound she adored.

However, he realized that this was insufficient, so he withdrew from her neck and positioned his face between her thighs. As he kissed her inner thighs, he kept his fingers deep inside her—swirling his tongue around her clit, which made her jolt, but she soon relaxed.

His eyes were keenly observing her response. He wanted to assert his dominance, making it clear that he was in charge and that Darren was incapable of doing even half of what Jimmy could accomplish. As he combined his saliva with her arousal, he marveled at the transformation he had brought about in her. The tough and stubborn girl he once dated seemed to vanish whenever he took control.

She longed to break free from this situation, yet she understood that it was impossible. They were far too entrenched in it—he gently sucked on her swollen clit, watching as her white essence coated his fingers, which made him groan at the sight.

“She’s dripping f’me mama, tell daddy what you want.” He groaned in the air.

Serenity couldn’t believe that she was cheating on Darren behind his back with her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her but at what cost?

“I-I…” she couldn’t form a sentence or a word out as she felt overwhelmed by his actions.

“You what baby? What’chu want huh?” His voice was taunting her in a playful manner, turning her on knowing how bad she hated him doing it.

His tongue danced over her clit and empty hole repeatedly, moistening his salt and pepper beard, as he enjoyed the sound of her sweet whimpers escaping her lovely lips. “F-fuck J-Jimmy.”

He looked up at her with his piercing eyes staring deeply into her soul.

“What? Huh? What?” His fingers quickened their pace within her warmth, the sound of his hand striking against her softness resonating throughout the room as he observed her attempt to articulate a thought.

“Fuck me Jimmy, come fuck me.” All he needed was to hear that, and as he withdrew his fingers from her, he noticed the white glow covering them before he pushed them into her mouth.

She twirled her tongue around his fingers, savoring her own taste while her gaze remained fixed on his intensely. Jimmy utilized his free hand to unfasten his belt and tear away his jeans, lowering them along with his boxers to reveal his impressive eight-inch erection, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He gently removed his fingers from her mouth and drew her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles. Once he positioned himself between her legs again, he took hold of his cock and lightly tapped the tip against her pussy lips, which shimmered in the soft light of her old bedroom.

“Stroke this shi f’me mama.” She followed his lead as she took hold of him with her delicate hands, moving slowly and deliberately, which made him arch his back in delight.

Oh how badly did he miss this.

Her thumb glided over his mushroom tip, which appeared so beautiful; even more so than Darren's, if she were to be truthful with herself for just a moment. She did miss him; no, her body craved him, and there was something about Jimmy taking charge that excited her.

They both observed her fingers gliding up and down him, and as more of his pre-cum seeped out, she couldn't help but bite her lip, captivated by the beautiful scene unfolding before her.

“I missed yo’ cute ass ma, giving up what’s mine to that fool downstairs.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “what happened to shawty? Hm? And what you here to reclaim it or something?” There she go with her smart mouth that always got her in trouble when her and Jimmy was together at the time he would always put her in her place and remind her who run the show.

She stroked his cock in a fast pace hearing wet sounds coming from it as he let out a guttural moan escape his lips.

“Hmm, she wasn't you.” He continued on wrapping his hand around her throat once again. “This pussy belongs to me not him or nobody else but me.”

“She was never yours after you cheated.” Serenity was constantly going to remind him of his actions which made him smirk while chuckling—he removed her hand from his cock and brushed his tip against her moist folds.

He entered her deeply, and they both released a loud groan before he could fully move within her. His hand rested gently on her throat while her legs were spread wide, and as he began to deliver his deep strokes, she threw her head back in sheer pleasure.

Her arms encircled his neck as she savored his warm kisses trailing down her neck, softly moaning his name—while he moved in and out of her, feeling the wetness in his hair as she experienced the deep thrusts of his member inside her.

She let out a small whimper while her gaze was locked onto his deeply.

“Pretty, so pretty ma.” Jimmy whispered softly while placing a kiss on her lips.

She didn’t respond to him due to the pressure she was feeling at the moment while he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head. “How this feels ma?”

She held onto him tightly, having her eyes rolling in the back of her skull before answering his question, "It feels so good, so goood," she whispered back.

"Yeah? When I do this?" That's when Jimmy had pounded into her gushy walls deeply hearing his hips slapping against her thighs as Serenity felt this pleasurable pain inside of her.

“J-Jimmy!” 

He had a smirk appearing on his lips while they continued to French kiss each other having their tongues fighting for dominance against one another, as Jimmy continued to beat her guts in silly.

Serenity began to feel a sense of guilt and sadness about her actions in that moment, realizing she could have simply pushed him away when he kissed her or even restrained him by wrapping his hand around her throat to assert some control. Yet, she chose not to— it felt as though he was exerting control over her, almost as if he didn't want her to be with Darren.

She had a deep love for Darren and felt thankful for him, but her relationship with Jimmy was an entirely different matter. They shared a history that was irreplaceable, not even by Darren.

Their lips were turning into reddish purple color as they pulled away from each other causing Jimmy to place his forehead on hers.

“Nobody can replace what we had Serene and you know that.” His voice was low and deep when he spoke to her seeing her innocent eyes looking at him.

He was right once again  Nobody couldn’t replace what they had together  But she didn’t want to be stuck with a man like him that cheated on her so she had to move on

“But you can?”

“I didn’t replace you Serene.”

“But you did Jimmy and didn’t care but once I’ve moved on with someone new that ain’t you. Here you go doing shit like this.” Jimmy didn’t have time to hear none of that wanting to shut her up immediately 

He had wrapped his hand around her throat pumping his dick in and out of her while she held onto his wrist.

All they could hear was skin slapping against each other all over her old bedroom while the air thickened around them.

Jimmy had Serenity seeing stars at this point pummeled her inside of the bed like no one else would seeing her crumbling underneath him that's what he like to see.

It was becoming overwhelming for her as she tried to push him by his stomach to slow him down but he slapped her hand away from him digging his dick deeper inside of her gummy insides as she cried out his name.

“D-daddy!” She exclaimed.

Jimmy shook his head, “don’t run from this dick.” He slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whine. “This pussy belongs to me, her rightful owner.”

At that moment, both of them heard her phone ringing. Jimmy noticed the caller ID and saw it was Darren trying to reach her to find out her whereabouts. A wicked smile crept across Jimmy's face as he picked up her phone from the nightstand and handed it to her, while she shook her head in frustration.

“Answer it.” He said.

“N-no! Are you fucking insane?” His hand came down and smacked her left ass cheek.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to ma answer the fucking phone I want him to hear I’m good I’m fucking you.” 

With that she had no choice but to answer the phone as she heard Darren’s voice in the background and it hit her like a tidal wave of emotions betraying him like this. Jimmy had seen it; saw her trying to hold back her emotions while he was fucking her he knew he had her right he wanted her to be.

“Princess? Where you at?” Darren asked on the other side of the phone.

One thing about Serenity is she is a good liar and very good at it too.

“I’m not feeling well, I got sick.” She lied while looking at Jimmy.

He slowed down his strokes on purpose pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her hitting her cervix as he watched her crumble underneath him while being on the phone with Darren.

He had heard Darren’s voice on the phone, “damn princess you want me to come up there and take you home then?”

Home? Serenity and Him didn’t live together? Just like how she and Jimmy did when they were together. Did she double down?

Jimmy had leaned in closer so that their bodies could be touching one another while he placed wet kisses on her neck cupping both of her ass cheek from underneath her and began to speed up his pace causing her to moan out loudly covering her mouth in the process.

He had smirked against her skin hearing how concerned her boyfriend was over the phone.

“You good babygirl?” Darren asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

She looked at Jimmy who was waiting for her to answer Darren’s question.

“Y-yes I’m fine, J-just—“ Serenity was struggling bad as she could feel Jimmy’s mushroom tip hitting her g-spot over and over again feeling that coil burning up inside of her stomach.

Nobody couldn’t make her get this way

Only Jimmy could.

Serenity felt a knot in her stomach signaling that she was about to cum on this man, so she began rubbing her clit which Jimmy caught on removing her hand from her clit pinning it down as she whined some more. "I want you beg for it mama you ain't slick," at this point Serenity had tears forming in her eyes wanted this to end.

“Who was that Serenity?”

“N-nobody! Look I’ll text you later just go home for tonight!” 

With that she hanged up the phone feeling His grip on her throat tightened slightly watching her mouth parted open as he spit inside of it circling his tongue inside of her mouth. "Talk to me baby, you wanna cum?" He cooed at her as she nodded her head begging for him to let her cum.

“Fuckk, I miss you soo much daddy.” 

“Yeah? Tell me some more ma, does he fuck you better than me?”

She shook her head, “nobody can do it like you daddy, I promise daddy.”

“You promise?”

Serenity nodded her head as she kept him close to her body feeling the heat radiating off of his skin to hers as he fucked her like he loved her which he still did deep down.

He kept thrusting into her soft walls, feeling her tighten and relax around him, which made him groan with pleasure, fully aware of how much he adored it when she did that. Her creamy, sticky white essence coated his cock perfectly, allowing him to slide in and out of her effortlessly, like a waterslide.

His movements grew increasingly uncoordinated with each thrust he delivered, feeling the sweat trickle down his body as he pushed his hips deeper into her, completely losing himself in the moment.

“Fuck, I’m finna nut ma. You still on birth control or what?” Jimmy grunted.

“Y-yes, cum inside of me daddy I want it.” Serenity begged.

Jimmy had his eyes rolling in the back of his head losing control of all of his body cursing underneath his breath as he slammed inside of Serenity one last time as they both let out a loud guttural moan as they both came together.

She felt his warm seeds shooting ropes and ropes inside of her inner walls filling her up so good looking on seeing her milky cream mixed with his coating his dick so good.

He slowly thrusted in and out of her making sure that none of his warm seeds spilled out of her before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Serenity’s legs were shaking and her mind was all over the place realizing what just happened between the two of them and how she acted while being on the phone with Darren.

That’s when she had pushed him off of her with all of her strength she had as she pulled down her dress staring at him with a stern expression on her face.

“What the fuck Jon! Why would you do this to me!” She hollered at him.

“Don’t act like that now Serene.” He said.

“I have every right to act like this! I didn’t want to do this with you! Why can’t you just let me be happy!” She managed to get up from the bed heading towards his direction and shoved him harshly causing him to stumble back.

She hit him in his chest over and over again hollering at him and blaming him for doing this—when she didn’t want this to happen but she did anyway. He let her continue to hit him in his chest watching her crash out right in front of him.

“I fucking hate you!” Serenity said.

“You weren't saying that when I was beating yo’ guts up now did you? I had you hooting and hollering. Tellin’ me that you missed me and shit.” Jimmy said 

She scoffed at him, “I only said it to boost up your ego, I didn't mean it.” Shoving him harshly until he grabbed her by the throat pinning her against the wall as her head made a thud sound on it.

She looked up at him with her innocent eyes locking into his hooded ones as they both stared down at each other for a moment—the silence between them hung heavy as they could only hear the loud music playing in the background of her parents backyard and folks laughing.

“You know you miss me Serene don’t fucking play.”

“I don’t miss yo’ ass at all Jon, you broke me and I don’t need you breaking me again.”

She removed his hand away from her throat and brushed past him until he had said something that made her stop in her tracks.

“You know I’ma run my mouth bout this.” That made her body cold as a rock when he said that knowing that Jimmy couldn’t keep his kitty shut for good.

She stomped towards his way grabbing him up by his chin while pinning him against the wall staring down at him with her eyes piercing down his soul.

“Utter one fucking word about this shit and I will fucking kill you.” Serenity could see that stupid ass smirk appearing on his face that she wanted to slap away so badly.

“Let’s continue what we need to fix Ma, and I won’t say a word to yo’ little boyfriend.” Shit was this the only way for her to keep his mouth shut?

She didn’t want to be near him  She didn’t want to kiss him Or for him to touch her the way he do  She hated it; hated it so bad it almost made her want to grab that lighter and burn all of her sins away.

She shakes her head, “no, no I’m not dealing with this in order for you to keep your big ass mouth closed.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess poor Darren is going to find out that his girlfriend which was my ex-girlfriend got fucked behind his back by me.”

Fuck fuck fuck that’s all she could think about she hated how he would just manipulate her and gaslight her into things like this.

She sighed deeply looking into Jimmy’s eyes once more trying to read his facial expressions to see where he was getting at.

“Fuck, fine. Fine. This is only fucking temporary to keep that fucking mouth of yours shut.” She said while removing her hand from his face, backing up in the process.

“You have my word baby, c’mere tho lemme’ get a better look at you girl.” He replied as he grabbed her hand, spinning her around as his eyes had been on her curves the way her black dress was hugging her body so good it did numbers on him.

She smiled like an idiot even though she didn’t want to show off her smile because he didn’t deserve it whatsoever but she ended up laughing at him showing it off anyways.

“You know you look good tonight ma?”

“Mhm.” 

“I miss seeing this, all of this.” That’s when he had pulled her closer to him and their eyes were locked onto each other.

She looked down at his lips and then back into his eyes as he mirrored her actions. Their faces began to move closer to one another as she felt his lips land onto hers softly—they passionately made out with each other with her arms around his neck and his hands rested on her hips.

The kiss was slow and deep as she could feel his tongue slipping inside of her mouth exploring every single part inside of her mouth—she wanted to pull away from and tell him to get the fuck out but she didn’t.

Deep down inside she missed him No, her body missed him; missed the way he would touch her and kiss her made her feel loved. It made her feel some type of way Some type of resentment she had for him

She felt her emotions slipping away through the kiss as tears began to fall down her cheeks as she struggled to keep up with him feeling her lips quivering with sadness, Jimmy could feel it as he pulled away from her lips seeing her eyes in tears and her sniffing her nose.

She backed up from him slowly not wanting to be near him anymore after having those flashbacks of the whole entire media about him cheating on her.

He stepped closer to her, “Ma.”

She held her hand up not wanting to hear anything else he had to say at the moment as she grabbed her phone and her purse that had her lighter in it which he didn’t know about her self-harming.

She looked at him one last time before heading out the door leaving him alone in her old room, she walked downstairs grabbing her keys from her purse as her mother and sister was coming up towards her.

“Serene? where are you goin?” Mrs Cooper asked.

“Home, I’m not staying for the rest of the night I have to get up for work in the morning.” Serenity responded.

“What about J-Jim—“

She gave her mother a stern look before her mother could even finish the sentence bringing up Jimmy as they heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps seeing Jimmy coming down just in time before she could head out the door.

And that was her cue to leave before he could catch up to her so she opened the door heading out towards her car that was parked outside.

She heard him calling her name but she ignored him walking as fast as she could to avoid him at all cost—tonight wasn’t her night.

“Ma! Ma!” Jimmy hollered.

She didn’t respond to him.

“Serenity! Serene!” That’s when she had stopped in her tracks turning her attention towards him as he ran up towards her.

Everyone including her mother and sister were looking outside the window seeing what was happening between Jimmy and Serenity—her mother didn’t seem fond of Darren because of how he acted whenever she was around.

He would never respond or even say hello to her when he walked in whenever he came to pick up Serenity. He was so nonchalant at times, she tried to understand that he was a busy person being a basketball player.

But for Jimmy he would greet her and even have conversations with her and that’s why she wanted Serenity to get back together with him because he was a gentleman and genuine person, she knew about what he had did and tried to convince Serenity that he was lonely but only ended up making things worse and caused a shift in their relationship.

She never talked about it with her.

“Mama, c’mon don’t be like this. Just stay.” 

She wiped her dried off tears from her face while folding her arms. “I don’t need to stay, there is no reason for me to stay here I need to go home Jon.”

“Have fun baby, c’mon.”

That’s the thing she didn’t want to do none of that after cheating on her boyfriend—and then kissing Jimmy out of vulnerability just made her look stupid feeling all of the hurt and pain that Jimmy had caused her.

“I’m good Jon, I’m leaving, I don't need folks questioning me.” She was about to open her car door until he grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks once again as she started to grow irritated.

Serenity looked at him as she had seen him pleading with those hooded eyes of his for her to stay but she didn’t want to stay—the more she’ll stay the more likely she would head towards the bathroom to burn herself with the lighter especially being around him.

She was hurt like really hurt that he did that to her. She thought she was enough for him. She thought she was doing her job right as his girlfriend.

She yanked her arm away from him while stepping inside of her car slamming the driver’s door next to her before locking her door. She could see him still standing there as she fastened her seatbelt and placed her keys inside of the ignition before turning it on.

She checked her phone seeing messages from Darren almost breaking her heart instantly when she read them.

lova💖sent three messages.

lova💖: it’s him ain’t it? lova💖: I thought you were over him serene? lova💖: am I a rebound to you?

Her tears began falling on her face as she wiped them away quickly before texting him back.

serene🤍: it’s not like that Darren, I told you I wasn’t feeling good I promise nothing happened between him and I 🫶🏽

She placed her phone down next to her as she started pressing the button to the ignition as it began to turn on seeing Jimmy knocking on her window which made her roll it down just to hear what he had to say.

“What?” She questioned him.

“How long you gon’ keep that secret from him?” He asked.

That’s thing she didn’t know how long she was going to keep it a secret because Darren was already growing suspicious that she was messing around with Jimmy because he had heard Jimmy’s voice on the phone when he called her.

“I-I, don’t know okay? I don’t fucking know…he’s already growing suspicious…”

“Just come home then mama.”

“It’s not that fucking simple Jimmy, you fucking hurt me bad really bad and you just don’t get to walk yo’ ass in here thinking we locked in when we really aren’t.”

That hit home for him, he didn’t have anything else to say after that knowing she was right; him and her weren’t locked in like he thought when he came up in there all smiling and shit.

Thinking that he had her back and she was going to come back home with him until he saw that she was with someone else that wasn’t him.

She rolled up her window and began backing out the driveway making sure that she didn’t hit anybody's car as she saw Jimmy standing there watching her leave her mother’s house.

Once she placed her car back into drive she drove off.

That’s when Jey had come outside seeing his brother watching Serenity’s car driving off in her car.

“What happened twin?” Jey asked.

“Did I hurt her that bad?” Jimmy asked.

Jey sighed deeply while scratching his head, “what you think? I mean she seemed hurt and upset when she walked down the steps with tears in her eyes after being near you. You cheated on her so of course she is hurting badly.”

“It happened like two to three years ago Uce.”

“That doesn't matter, she could still be healing from what you had done behind her back, hell probably doing more damage to herself.” Jimmy didn’t understand what his brother meant by that but he shrugged his shoulders in the process while he and Jey head back inside of the house together.

—

Serenity was burning her skin with the lighter between her thighs over and over again feeling the heat burning her skin off as she relapsed once again—she promised her therapist that she wouldn’t do this again but she needed to do this.

To forget what she had done with Jimmy at her mother’s house and how she betrayed Darren within seconds just like a damn idiot falling for a man like Jimmy. What was she thinking? Her and Darren been texting each other and arguing at the fact that she was with Jimmy tonight.

She tried to convince him that she wasn’t with him and was just in the bathroom throwing up due to the alcohol—since she drank too much of it but Darren wasn’t stupid he knew that she was with her ex-boyfriend upstairs.

She was too tired to continue to argue with him about this so she placed her phone on DND and continued to burn her skin off—hissing at the pain that was between her thighs. As she was doing that she felt her phone vibrated which made her flinch seeing a text message from Jimmy.

She could’ve sworn she blocked his number.

She grabbed her phone unlocking it to see what he wanted even though she didn’t want to know, her curiosity got the best of her.

J💔sent a message 

J💔: mama c’mere so we can talk

She was confused as she texted him back.

serene🤍: wym? Did my fucking mother give you the address to my apartment complex? Go home Jimmy

J💔: please mama ion wanna fight with you I just want to talk please 

Serenity didn’t want to give in knowing that he was going to fuck her again but she was curious to see what he wanted to say to her—maybe an apology would be nice.

serene🤍: gimmie a sec

With that she got up from the cold tiles of her bathroom floor while putting on her shorts that she had taken off—she threw her lighter back inside of the medicine cabinet while fixing herself up before heading towards the front door.

She walked downstairs towards the door opening as she had seen Jimmy standing there scrolling through his phone while he waited on her to come open the door—he looked up at her with a smile on his face placing his phone back inside of his pocket.

She stood there with her arms folded over her chest, “you have ten fucking minutes to speak after that I’ma need you to leave.”

She stepped aside from the door letting him in as she shut the door behind them standing waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

Jimmy begins to say, “I’m sorry.”

“You're sorry? That’s all you have to say to me? After cheating on me with that whore!” Serenity hollered.

“Look I was lonely and things went lef—“ Serenity held her hand up,  shutting him up immediately.

She looked at him with a stern expression on her face not wanting to hear anything else he had to say knowing that was a damn lie that he wasn’t lonely—he was just making excuses.

“You wasn’t fucking lonely and you know it Jimmy, we FaceTime, did phone sex and everything else but I guess that wasn’t enough for you?”

He didn’t say anything, he was quiet as he looked at her with those puppy hooded eyes of his—he always did that whenever he was trying to get out of something and she hated that.

She scoffed while rolling her eyes, she was done with him they both knew that she was right.

“I fucking hate you, you fucking ruined me.”

“You don’t mean that mama.” 

That’s when she had shoved him harshly, almost making him stumble as she looked at him with a stern expression on her face—he could see all of the hurt and damage that he had done to her badly.

“I do fucking mean it, I fucking hate you now get the fuck out.” She shoved him some more with all of the strength she had showing off her pent up anger that she had been building up for years after he cheated on her.

And at the moment he could no longer bear it, he seized her by the throat, forcing her against the wall and pressing his lips against hers as if that could mend what was already shattered. She attempted to push him away by striking his chest, but he succeeded in restraining both of her hands above her head while continuing to kiss her deeply.

He didn’t like being replaced  And she didn’t either.

His tongue was swirling around inside of her mouth like he had something to prove like he wanted her to know how sorry he was—but was he really sorry? Or just bitter that she moved on and forgot about him.

Once her body relaxed to his touch, she felt him cradling her up by her thighs taking her over towards the sofa and she was now straddling his lap while having a messy make out session with each other.

“I hate you.” She murmured between kisses.

“you don’t.” He murmured back.

“I do.” The kiss was intense and chaotic, infused with a hint of roughness. Her fingers were entwined in his curls, while his large hands held her waist firmly. As she pushed her hips forward, swaying them rhythmically, it made him growl.

The way her clothed pajama pants had rubbed against his jeans did numbers on him like he couldn’t control himself whenever he was near her, it was like he wanted serenity to he his again without Darren in the picture.

She could feel his teeth pulling back on her bottom lip tonguing her down like he had something to prove—and he did. He wanted to prove to her and let her know that she was still his regardless if she was with Darren or not.

Few seconds later their clothes were ripped off of each other’s bodies like werewolves as he had her pinned down on the sofa pushing himself inside of her giving her his deep and slow strokes that she loved so much.

Her legs were pinned to each end of her hips as he pounded his way through her gushy walls while she moaned his name in vain.

She hated this But her body loved this and needed this. She didn’t want to betray Darren this way. She thought she was over Jimmy.

But damn it the way he touched her and kissed her like she mattered did something to her and that’s the thing she hated the most.

“Tell me you love me, tell me you don’t hate me mama.” Jimmy groaned as his hand was wrapped around her throat.

She wanted to tell him that she didn’t love him. And that she loved Darren. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. To say how much she hated Jimmy.

“I-I love y-you…” Serenity whimpered as she showed off her puppy like eyes at him. “Fuck, I-I Love you.”

All they could hear was their skins slapping against each other as she could feel his cock buried deep inside of her so perfectly. Jimmy leaned in closer to her face so that their faces were close together, he kissed her lips gently looking into her eyes.

“Say that again baby.”

“I love you Jimmy.”

That’s all it took as he sped up his pace causing her arch her back perfectly for him as he held onto her hips thrusted deeply causing her to moan his name loudly.

His dick hitting her g-spot over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore and her nails were digging in his back and her begging him to keep going like she hadn’t been fucked in a while.

She didn’t even bother to hear her phone ringing in the background with the caller ID being Darren calling her.

One Missed Call From lova💖 Voice mail incoming from lova💖

“Babygirl I’m sorry for assuming I’m just worried that I won’t be enough for you bc of your ex boyfriend being around you and I want this to work out. Please text me when you wake up in the morning I love you.”

She was going to regret letting Jimmy back in.

PRESSURE.

A/N: hiiii I’m back hehe 😉 with another Jimmy Uso fic idk it just something about Jimmy that just gives me ideas especially what’s been going on lately on Smackdown he just looks good dawg like un-unn.

But I hope yall enjoy the chapter lmk in the comments below.

NO YEET. ❤️

next chapter

introductions

[perfectworx]

Christ on a cracker, no one seems to be able to act normal about this SaveAFox shit. I remember even back a couple years ago, I'd heard some criticisms of how she handled things, simply agreed "Yeah that sounds a bit concerning, I won't be watching her stuff," and then moved on, maybe on occasion gave friends a heads up if they posted her stuff, but otherwise, just... moving on.

I remember getting agitated when what started as very mild criticisms started to evolve into post after post into dedicated tag for her into Google Doc Callout Post™ and just feeling deeply annoyed by this being a constant cycle, and unfollowed some folks because of it. People who remember my old blog probably remember my post talking about people on Animalblr (? is that the word) I found annoying, this was part of why.

And in a way, it's a bit... cathartic? That may not be the right word for it. The irony of it all, is that the people who were most vocal about this, I could say the same thing for them that I would've said about Mikayla, which is that they were well-intended (caring about animal welfare and having real concerns) but still irresponsible (documenting literally every thing the woman did in dedicated tags; this was bound to attract bad faith actors and concern trolls!)

I honestly hadn't thought about Mikayla for a long time until this happened today, because, again, my response was simply "Well I won't watch those videos" then moving on. I didn't keep a dedicated tag to documenting everything she did. Hearing the news was honestly devastating, because I don't care what a person did, they don't deserve to die. I never even thought of Mikayla as a bad person, just well-intended but irresponsible, even if she were a "bad person" I wouldn't think she deserved to die.

So, fuck you if you sincerely consider this a "win," if you have no regrets about anything you did. I personally now have regrets trusting the word of some of these individuals, seeing as it has now escalated to this point. And sure, Ethan said it was because of people she knew and other sanctuaries, but let's not pretend rumors don't spread. I remember when I saw the doc in particular, I was disgusted that her having an OnlyFans even came up, it just ruined the credibility of the entire doc, no matter what legitimate concerns you may have had about Mikayla's animal welfare, because her having an OF... has nothing to do with her welfare! But that being information other sanctuaries could've found out about could've still ruined her credibility with them regardless, since, y'know, people fucking hate women who have a sexuality?

I will also say, I do think some of her defenders are going way too far, and I do not approve of this. I think it's kinda ridiculous to accuse every single person who's ever mildly criticized her, especially if it was years ago, and/or came from a person who's been inactive on Tumblr for half a year, of being "murderers." I've seen people hurling slurs (mostly the R-slur), being transphobic (because Owlvid in particular is trans), making threats about doxxing people and/or raping them and their family members... what the hell is wrong with you? There is no childish "But they did it first-" here, you are engaging in the exact kind of behavior that lead to Mikayla's death, and that's disgusting, what we're learning from this shouldn't be "Let's keep up this cycle of vengeance!" or "Let's document everything someone we don't like does!" No, do not entertain the idea of the "callout post." That's how we get here in the first place. Block. Move on. Curate. That's what the people who didn't like her content should've done, too.

May Mikayla rest in peace, my heart goes out to her family, I hope Ethan can get the funds that he needs in order to take care of his daughter, and I hope the animals can, at least, be rehomed to other sanctuaries, should Ethan not receive proper funding.

There's been a lot of recent events making me rethink how quickly I and others jump the gun when it comes to animal welfare concerns, and this is one of them.

[anuninterestingperson]

truth scrapper trailer theorycrafting extravaganza (part 3 - amour & betz and repeated symbols)

spent a while theorizing yesterday about truth scrapper after the trailer release; parts 1 and 2 focused on sosotte, saturated items, the truth scrappers guild, and the dwell. this final part will contain theories about amour & betz and observations about repeated symbols within the trailer!

as mentioned previously, i'm only going to post stuff i personally said for the other folks in the server's privacy, and focus primarily on my own thoughts so that i don't take credit for others' without showing them. but definitely keep in mind other people were there and saying so many interesting things and we were pinging off each other a lot, so a lot of my thoughts were inspired by the other very smart very fun people talking! also note that alt text has been provided for all screenshots if they get hard to read anywhere. anyway let's finish up this mess

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3 - you are here!]

(perhaps that is why i think betz should be a girlloser. howl is after all the original. but no more genuinely i think betz is so put-together-looking / 3 on silly little guy scale / 'kind and proper' / you get what i'm going for, right? like the vibes. the vibes of being someone who should not be a loser. that he just deserves it? they do apparently swear the most so i feel like when they do lose composure it'll be really something and i want it to happen <3 in the nicest way possible i swear)

(not really a theory. just an observation. good for you amour)

this isn't something i talked about yesterday but i'm interested in the juxtaposition of how amour and betz are described in the steam listing and the website.

for amour, the steam listing: mischievous and curious; website: annoying, but susceptible to flattery / dull, helpful. for betz, the steam listing: kind and proper; website: knight in shining armor / a bit of a pushover. it's like the website is saying the same or similar things in the least charitable or most clinical way possible. mischievous and curious - annoying. proper - knight in shining armor (which i think i understandably view as sounding sort of derisive in this context). kind - a bit of a pushover.

it'll be very interesting to see how this pans out in practice. which of the descriptions is right? is betz actually a pushover, or is who is speaking in those bios just condescending towards kind people? if the knight in shining armor thing is indeed intending to be derogatory, is it always a good thing for betz that he feels inclined to help, or will the people subject to it sometimes feel it condescending? betz has a brigade named after them. is it a fanclub (and if so, how does he feel about that? especially as someone who gets embarrassed easily) or people who feel they need to protect him (and if so, why?) or a group of people they lead (and if so, why, and are they a force for good overall or a larger symptom of a need for control or something)? is amour actually a proper herhimbo (as it were) this time or is the person who wrote the bios not inclined to dig any deeper because it isn't useful for the mission? we know from the faq that they're not always going to 'make the best decisions for themselves or one other' so while my first and also second and third reactions to the website bios are 'what?? mean' and i do still think that is true i can't help wondering whether there's some truth to it as well that will end up becoming pertinent to the larger emotional narrative

i also think that these characteristics will interface with sosotte's memory in intriguing ways. (yes i used 'intriguing' just so that i wouldn't use 'interesting' again hush it's fine) amour is curious--will he want to know more about sosotte's memory loss, and if so, is it something that will grate against sosotte for her to poke at? betz is kind, but could that feel like condescension to somebody with what equates to a disability (if potentially a magical one), and if they are also proper, could that rub up badly sometimes against sosotte forgetting? and that's not even getting into the fact that it's mentioned what you choose to remember can influence how sosotte reacts in the future. if sosotte writes that betz is kind, she will be more inclined to view things charitably. if she writes that betz is nosy and interfering or something instead, that can color everything a different direction. 🤔 missteps upon missteps

the last thing i didn't mention but that i'm still wondering about today is that the interview from yesterday mentions the game will go the classic vn route of needing to complete good endings for both characters before being able to unlock the true ending. i'm crossing my fingers for polyam true ending (we'll seeeeee i just love polyamory endings... [everyone who knows the fic i'm writing stares at me in deadpan. yes yes we all know what i'm about lol] but i am also very very curious if there will be bad endings. i almost hope there is...i'm highly allergic to being ~mean~ in gameplay so it'd wig me out on one hand but on the other, narratively, i desire Consequences

repeated symbols

these mostly were just me pointing out stuff i saw a lot within the trailer when i was going frame by frame! it's a lot more me asking questions about what they mean than proposing answers but hey

(the rest of the forget me nots are much more obvious but i think it's important that they're on sosotte's mind enough that she doodles them also!)

(these come from the scrapbook, front of scrapbook, scrapbook, and the walls of cul-de-puits respectively)

(walls of cul-de-puits for the first, scrapbook cover/insides blocked by gameplay window for the second two. if i had to guess, i'd think the previous symbols are different but related and have to do with rituals--some sort of writing system perhaps?--and the second is a truth scrapper symbol. mostly because light makes me think of, like, revealing the truth? but perhaps it has something to do with another element of the world)

anyway there we are, that's about the sum of the stuff i went over yesterday! i'm terribly excited to learn more and to find out more about the world. fighting off the urge to start a truth scrapper spreadsheet in all honesty. if you have any theories and wanna talk about them feel free to yell them in my general direction! otherwise i hope this was, if nothing else, something vaguely amusing for people to look upon one day. thanks for readin' o7 brin out

[littlefankingdom]

I have seen many posts and fanfics who are going "Oliver works with Jason to annoy Bruce!", "Oliver protecting Jason from Bruce!", "Oliver deciding to annoy Bruce by being like a father figure to Jason!", "Oliver being so happy for Roy and Jason being together!", and etc, but in canon, Oliver HATES his guts.

Here is a compilation of Oliver thinking or talking about Jason from Seeing Red, which is the first Red Hood's story after Under The Red Hood, and the one time Oliver and Jason interracted in canon (if I'm not mistaken, they never did since):

For the last one, he is talking to Bruce and Jason is one of the "every damned manner of sociopathic fruit fly".

And like, Oliver and the Arrowfam are 100% justified in their dislike or hate. He literally pulled the same shit Joker did on them: took a teenager away from her father figure, beat her up, torture her mentally about her place in her new family and her usefulness, make her and her guardian think he was going to kill her, explode the building she was in in front of her father figure to make him believe he was too late... And all of that to get to Batman. He doesn't give a shit about Oliver or Mia, it's about Batman, it's about Bruce. Just like when the Joker killed him, it wasn't about him, it was about Batman.

And it doesn't matter that Jason changed, because others aren't obligated to forgive someone because they redeemed themselves. I do not believe that Oliver is fine with Jason, he is probably not very happy he hangs around Roy, and does NOT want him near Mia ever again, and certainly not his granddaughter, Liam. That's the man that kidnapped his daughter because he was mad at his own father, nope. He knows how it is to be annoyed with the Bat, and it doesn't justify this.

I can hear y'all seeing disregarding canon is fine, and yes, sure. But also, folks, you are such hypocrites if you want to keep in that Bruce threw a batarang at Jason's neck, and erase how it was an accident ("Batman doesn't make mistakes!" Firstly, he does, canonically, make huge mistakes sometimes. Secondly, the man was an emotional wreck, his son had come back to life and had been killing people and his other son, Dick, was maybe dead because his city just exploded. He is human, not a machine! Thirdly, it is simply fucking stupid for a character who is against killing to willingly inflict such a mortal wound.), but Jason being a huge asshole to others is either erased or excusable (your feelings being valid don't excuse the harm you do, guys). Talk about favoritism.

[the-anime-enthusiast]

pls shoto / hawks type of women

MHA CHARACTERS TYPE IN WOMEN

#2 Keigo Takami - Hawks

KEIGO TAKAMI - PHYSICAL

He likes his women a lil shorter 😌🫶 Like 5'2 - 5-6 buuutt will GLADLY take on a model height baddie ANY DAY OF THE WEEK "what's the point of wings if I can't use them to fly up and kiss you??" 🤧

AN ABSOLUTE ASS MAN he loves the legs, the butt, all of it and in between but besides be a total tweaker for a nice ass he has a special place in his heart for boobs 🫶 specifically b-c cups though 🌚 he doesn't know why but he likes a smaller size 😉

Siren eyes are his ULTIMATE WEAKNESS something about someone who looks so intense and like they're about to eat him alive bc hes so fucking annoying GETS BRO GOING 🤩 He can tease you all day any day but if you act like he's just another guy to you HE WILL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE DAMN EARTH ‼️‼️

Sucker for dimples 😌 Loves to see some chubby cheeks with the cutest dimples 🫡 AND SMILE LINES OMFGGG 😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏 he doesn't even know what it is about them but it makes his heart SKIP A BEAT

He LUVS a sun kissed skin look 🌞 like a slightly tanned face with some redness left over from a sunburn, freckles starting to pop up everywhere HE LOVES IT 💥💥💥

Short and stout or tall and skinny he loves it all 🫡🫡🫡 Bro is NOT PICKY 😭 As long as ur face cute hell love you until hell freezes OVVVERRR BRO 🌚🌚🌚

KEIGO TAKAMI - MENTAL

Literally just someone he can vibe with 🙂‍↕️ If you match energy he will worship you like THE AIR HE BREATHES 😍 Just someone laid back and chill but also can have a fub time and a positive outlook on the future "pessimists are my worst enemy" was once scratched from an interview 🌚

While he loves an optimist and like minded folk realism is the most important thing he could ask for -- Someone who understands his job and the things he has to do 💯 (this stems a lot from the twice incident which i will touch on at the end of this)

Can we all admit he's fs got mommy issues ✋ he would die for a lady who will hold him in her arms at the end of the day and just let him exist in the peace and quiet of his home with her 🙂‍↔️

SMART WOMEN 😍 he loves someone smart, youre working to get ur PhD? SMASH‼️ A teacher ?? SMASH‼️ Literally any job or skill that requires emotional strength and a BIG BRAIN and he's weak in the knees 🤭

KEIGO TAKAMI - RANDOM

Blissfully unaware people who will lounge in bed all day reading a magazine then running up to him as he gets home from work peppering him will kisses is like a very specific want of his - 😭 bro just wants someone to love him fr ✊😔

Has a weird thing for teachers -💀 Anytime a girl is like "Oh yeah I never told you? I'm a Pre-K teacher!' his eye twitches and he feels like he's going insane 😶‍🌫️ (in the best way possible)

You're the only person he's ever told this or would let do this to him - but give him back scratches at the base of his wings AND HE EVAPORATES 🫠🫠

NERDS 💯💯💯 A secret fangirl???? He's never living it down. EVER. He'll bring you home limited edition, u released, ect ect merch for, not only him, but ALL THE TOP HEROES bc he gets first dibs from being so high in the charts 😌

Going of off nerds again, IF YOU CORRECT HIM ON SOMETHING (literally anything...it's concerning) HE GETS SOOO HOT AND BOTHERED he's never been able to figure out why but being out in his place by someone so intellectually advance does something to him 🧍‍♀️

THATS THE POST!! (but here's some end credits and comments rq 😉)

About the twice situation, although he recognizes what he did was wrong, he doesn't regret it, because it truly changed the tide and outcome of the war, and he needs someone who sees that and defends him whole heartedly ✋

ANYWAYS I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS REQUEST ‼️ I've never been a huge fan of hawks so it was SO much fun coming up with stuff and diving more into his character ‼️‼️ I hope y'all enjoy 😉

also...idk if y'all can tell... but I NEED HIM AND FUYUMI TO BECOME A THING PLEASE HORIKOSHI ID GIVE YOU MY LIFE (the head cannons have nothing to do with that shit it's all separate it just happens to line up VERY well) 😍

BYYEEEE THANKYOU ‼️

[i-like-forcefem]

Minors look away!!! This is a somewhat horny blog!!!

Hi Hi!!! I rly love gentle forcefem!

The blog is in an odd spot rn, as me is in an odd spot right now! But um, will see what comes of it!!!

I ALSO RUN A VOICE TRAINING SERVER NOW: join! (If you'd like!)

Details under the cut <3

I’m an 18 year old kinky-acesexual, polyamerous girl (she/her :3) who wants to make some casual posts!

This blog is about forcefem as a trans wishfufillment fantasy!!! And just generally about how cute trans girls are and how much I love being one!

Go to our alt @i-like-horny-forcefem if you want explicitly horny stuff! (Been inactive for a long time)

asks are lovely but I won’t get to all of them!

Asks that for which I can't help (go to the Orchard discord if you need someone to lean on assistance!!!), or can't meaningfully add on too, sadly usually don't get answered- I still makes me happy to see them though!!! Just fear being a bother with putting too many asks on this blog (as they do at lose worse then normal posts)

Dms are open! But my socially battery tends to be small, I get socially overwhelmed, or overthink really often ^^'

So tend to be picky with my small circle (though even if that's now meant it being a bit... Too small, miss having a small close-knit friend group but gosh darn it I am too afraid to start a new one)

Tags: I tag everything! they should be mostly self explanatory and pop up as you start searching in the blog, though I'll explain some just to be sure it's clear:

Gentle: if you want someone to take you by the hand, tell you it's all going to be okay, and feed you some estrogen, that's the vibes I tag this with!

i-like-talking: Original posts

Force: If you want someone to lock you in the basement, deprive you of food until you put on a maid dress and explain how you're a little maid, always have been and want nothing more then to serve your new master, this tag is for you

(These are normally tagged like #Force #Gentle #Forcefem, oh and there are posts that have both Force and Gentle! They're quite fun!)

Oh and I always remain the right to block people! I never really use it, but ye, if you dislike me you should block me too!!! It's what makes this site useable (and I also block folks that make content I dislike, no morality attached if I find someone annoying they're gone from the blog!)

Alright that’s all cuties! Have fun exploring the blog!

(Banner by: @not3catsinatrenchcoat, check her out!)

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day 5: Hearth: Fem! Malleus Draconia

@yanderecrazysie and @tink2kagome as I didn't give you credit in my other ones but seeing your posts made me go "I need to write these; the kiddos must be fed" so thank you for the inspiration. Hope you guys like hot lizard women.

TW: clingy ass dragon wife, needed a break from writing about men being crazy # feminism, mentions of murder, Lillia's bat dad ass being emotionally manipulative, wholesome and disturbing, reader is not Yuu, Lillia is a platonic yandere for Malleus, mentions of Lillia physically harming you, panic attack, Reader is becoming a bit too accepting

Winter in the Valley of Thorns is...brutal to say the least. Lack of technology meant you had to rely on the roaring magic hearth. Its green glow reminding you of your naive trust in a woman you once considered your friend. A woman who used your name to control and keep you passive.

You deeply admired Malleus for the way she carried herself and how afraid everyone was of her. You were always a bit too soft and too much of a people pleaser, trusting everyone had good intentions. How you got into a villain school you still don't know. How you met was...embarrassing to say the least. She found you huddled into a little ball on the ground in the bathroom, crying your eyes out. Being soft left you open for a lot of attacks from the nasty folks that liked picking on the weak (you weren't weak).

"Child of man why do you sit on the washroom floor, is this something common with man?" You flinch at the deep feminine voice that spoke to your shaken form. Your blurry vision takes in the tall statuesque figure of Malleus Draconia. You would be an idiot not to know about one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland. Her emerald colored eyes scrutinize your cowering form.

"Oh, I'm sorry, geez I really wasn't expecting anyone to see me like this." You fake a chuckle while furiously wiping away at unshed tears that threatened to spill. Of all of the people to catch you it had to be someone who could smite you for annoying her. The Draconia heir's expression was unreadable especially given your height difference.

"It is foolish of you to apologize to me; do you not know of what you've just done?" You blanch, oh my god she was going to kill you. "No, I didn't mean to upset you! I'm so-" Malleus bends down to your quivering form. "You aren't aware of fae culture? Your education must have been sorely lacking." Her glowing verdant irises displaying confusion and sincere concern. You blush embarrassed to admit you didn't bother to pay attention to any mention of the faerie in curriculum. Malleus offer's you a dainty gloved hand which you accept.

A huge amount of force pulls you up, Sevens is she strong. You feel the sides of your lips quirk upwards as you look at the mysterious woman. "Thanks for helping me up I'm (Y/N)!"

You cursed yourself to belong to her from the beginning

You lay shivering in a pile of blankets glaring at the fae responsible for the magic fire in your room (prison) going out. The black and pink haired menace seemed to be a bit peeved at your rebellious tendencies upsetting the Queen of Briar Valley. "You ought to watch your tongue Royal Consort, her majesty holds your opinions of her higher than my own." Lillia Vanrouge's sing songy voice chirps yet you glare at him.

"I didn't ask to be Royal Consort Vanrouge, don't forget I was kidnapped." It was unbearably true that the fae woman had taken you from (dorm that isn't Diasomnia) and forced you to share a room in Diasomnia together. She claimed that betrotheds should spend more time together in order to transition into married life smoothly. Every escape attempt was thwarted by the overprotective bat fae and two people you once considered friends. You move your hand to itch at the burn scars on your neck from one particular escape attempt.

"Ah yes a method most traditional for faerie folk with more stubborn lovers. You are so lucky that Malleus ordered me not to harm a hair on your head because I'd be glad to teach you another lesson in obedience." The burn scars get hot at the mention of "lesson" as your eyes widen. The older fae was capable of a lot of cruelty despite his youthful appearance.

"Even so if Malleus loved me, she wouldn't keep me here in this horrible palace where I'm miserable." Your sentence comes out a lot more unstable than intended. Lillia's pupils dilate as if he senses your fear which was very obviously displayed on your face. "Aw are you scared? I'm sure you would love to have Malleus come and tell mean old Lillia off." The fae taunts as you curl into your blankets more. Why won't he leave you alone? What did you do to deserve this?

"Please leave me be..." You whisper out but the bat fae's sensitive hearing picks it up. Lillia features soften as he kneels to stroke your hair, unsettling you further at the change in mood. "I have always considered Malleus to be a daughter of mine, her happiness is my own. When she first met you, she couldn't talk about anything else for a month." Lillia laughs sadly as a distant look mists his eyes.

"The two of you were so perfect together both socially inept and overly trusting in the other. Malleus treasured you above all else her first real friend and... mate." Lillia turns to you and sighs. "I only hurt you so bad because I saw that every time you escaped a part of her broke. Even now she's so distant towards me and her...guards." His cold pale fingers lift you chin up to look at you with a stern fatherly expression. "You need to quit acting like a baby. Don't you think if anyone truly missed you, they would have come looking for you?"

Your body shakes with silent sobs as Lillia's icy stare punctures your skull. He was lying someone had to be looking for you. Your friends, your teachers, your parents...

Your partner

You remember how fluttery they made you feel. Such a lively and intelligent Octavinelle student made your heart race. They were so cool and confident. You also remember telling Malleus about how you planned to ask out your crush, how she looked so blissful until you told her who it was.

You remember their charred carcass and Malleus's primal gaze that was so greedy, so possessive, so...dragonlike.

An icy grip squeezes your ribcage as the air is forced out of your lungs. Everything felt too loud and too quiet. The blankets felt so suffocating as you came to a chilling realization.

You were alone and no one cared

As you spiraled you didn't hear the door open nor the clack of boots. The only thing that tipped you off that Malleus had returned was the weight that sunk beside you on the bed and a deep purr echo from the dragon fae. "My Consort you did not attempt to hide from me, are you perhaps ill or..."

Malleus whiffs the air and glares sharply. Lillia was interfering with her marriage and pulling her darling spouse father away. As much as she loved him you were his and he had no right to harm such a gentle creature. No, you must be treated gently like one would hold a dove. The woman gently uncovers your shivering body and softens. You looked so helpless just like when she found you, before you were hers. She removes her gloves and caresses your side gently with a pale hand. Her cool touch made you jerk away instinctively, she was not pleased.

"Did someone hurt you while I was gone?" Malleus was planning on having a harsher discussion with Lillia if you said yes. You turn around and stare at her with your shiny (e/c) eyes. You were gorgeous, ethereal, yet so human. She loved you even when your face was red and puffy from crying. She flinches as she feels a heavy weight land on top of her.

"M-malleus please I'm so c-cold." You look deeply into your wife's phosphorescent eyes, your broken expression made Malleus ache to fix things. You then buried your face into the woman's ample bosoms causing her to gasp with shock. The dragon fae froze gauging if this were some silly human test, when you don't let go, she eagerly wraps her arms around you. She missed this, this willing affection, the heavenly bliss of your touch. She was determined to give you every star in the sky if only to hold you a bit longer.

Softly Malleus raises one hand a green flame flickers in the barren hearth filling the room with warmth. You immediately turn to the source of the heat hoping to gain more. Malleus frowns before pulling you back and casting a spell to make her cold reptilian body warm.

"There there my brilliant treasure, you shall never beg for warmth when I am near. I shall serve as your source of heat and light if only you'd hold me tighter." You look up at your wife's waxen face with awe? No that can't be right, she kidnapped you and let Lillia hurt you. Yet in this moment you saw your beloved Malmal the awkward and mischievous woman who you loved.... Loved perhaps as friends in the pass and yet in this perfect moment.

"Malleus can I ask you something?" You whisper as if speaking to loud would ruin the sanctuary your wife had created with warmth and magic. Her siren eyes glimmer in the hearth's viridescent glow. "Anything for you, my consort." Your stomach feels tingly at her words a light blush setting over your (s/t) cheeks. "Can I kiss you?"

Malleus's eyes widen as she stills, causing you to grow self-conscious. Did you upset her? Your wife looks at you with reverence as if you did the most marvelous thing.

"You are welcome if you wish." You gulp and nod propping yourself up on top of your wife who waits patiently to see what you would do. You lean it breath hitched as you are able to hear how loudly you heart was beating. Or was it hers? Gently you place your lips on the slightly chapped dark lips of the queen your wife. Your wife kisses back but allows you to take the lead, deepening the kiss as she growls steam rising from her nostrils. You pull back with Malleus chasing your mouth as if begging you to stay like that forever.

You look down at the woman beneath you and smile, she was so accommodating. Perhaps you could move on and forge a new relationship. You crash you lips against hers again in a more energetic kiss, causing the woman to gasp. Green glowing fireflies surround the bed as you indulge in your wife's affection.

Malleus held your still form against her eyes narrowed. She had gotten you to touch her willingly and she wanted more. A dragon will take until all the gold is in its horde. She would wait for you because there was something intoxicating in surrendering yourself fully to someone so much weaker than you. The dragon queen chuckles already imaging you pregnant with her brood (no matter your sex you are getting pregnant). Or you could get her pregnant. Magic was a wonderful thing after all. In the first time in forever Malleus let her eyes gently close as she hoped to see you in her dreams as well.

The green glow of the hearth sends whisps of smoke like thorns as the two-sleeping lover embrace each other. Unaware of a very satisfied ward who peeks through the door frame.

Yes, bitches I did it, I've got a paper but I'm not going to finish it tonight. Writing is the only thing keeping me sane and I love the idea of genderbending Twisted Wonderland characters. Also, I'm feeding the submissive Malleus fantasies a bit as I grow tired of seeing him in charge. He may be the king, but you hold all the power in your relationship knowingly or unknowingly. Also, lizard tiddies.

[nevertoomanyspiders]

it's a Wheeler!

for literally no goddamn reason, have an assortment of Wheelers from various adaptations and depictions ...that aren't John R. Neill's art or Return to Oz stuff, everyone already knows those, haha.

...well ok except this one from the endpaper of Ozma of Oz because it's new to me, at least, and the gutenberg.org copy doesn't have it.

what a dang dork, bless. glad he and Tik-Tok set aside their differences to watch the race.

Illustration

from 1976 Polish edition of Ozma of Oz with art by Zbigniew Rychlicki, via Reddit:

these lads are so stylish and their oversized heads are pretty freaky, dang.

a very 17th century Wheeler from 1970 Japanese edition of Ozma of Oz, art by Sonoko Arai, via Hungry Tiger Talk:

a dang goofy Wheeler by Vlada Stolikovich, 1976. also via Hungry Tiger Talk:

anyway, fuck, um, everything else is under a cut because this post ended up a bit too long oops.

something I have a hard time finding information on beyond that what I assume to be a Korean translation (?) of an Indonesian edition (???) of Ozma of Oz with 3D CGI illustrations. would be fun to see if there's more images within. not a damn clue who made these illustrations, either.

gosh those Wheelers. dunno what the artist was going for but there's a bit of a renaissance vibe. what if this was an animated thing? on that note...

Animated adaptations

the 1987 direct-to-video short Dorothy Meets Ozma of Oz has uh. these fuckers. seemingly there's only two. probably because of low animation budget, lol.

well, I say there's two, but it's just one design with a palette swap one has blonde hair and pink coat, the other has black hair and orange coat or something. also it's not evident from the screenshots but these dorks have long, pretty eyelashes and GAWD the voice acting is. well. hear for yourselves.

one of my favourite moments is Ozma turning up, saying "Enough." and bonking a Wheeler on the head with her scepter. here's the time stamp.

oh yeah I'm sure a bunch of folks have seen the Wheelers as seen in Oz Kids courtesy of this post. they appear in the episode Who Stole Santa. (and no it wasn't the Wheelers, obviously, they're just here to be annoying and trying to prevent the characters from taking a specific path.)

the guy in purple, who I'm calling Squeky Wheel, looks a lot like the Wheeler in this Ozma of Oz chapter art by John R. Neill. poor guy got walloped pretty hard.

anyway only Squeaky talks while his two buddies remain silent. these guys are such pushovers and the kids aren't scared of them at all.

Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz (2017-2020) has these little bobble-headed goobers.

can't say I'm crazy about how they look but their characterization as reckless speedsters is a fun one. in one episode they even make friends with Tin Man after he replaces a busted wheel.

Ozu no Mahotsukai (オズの魔法使い, 1986-1987) has a... very strange interpretation of the Wheelers, but then, the series does play fast and loose with the source material as it is, which I don't mind! an adaptation doing something fun with the source material adds an element of unpredictability which I like... so, I'm not terribly surprised by how much they deviate from the book descriptions.

they wouldn't look too out of place in the B.C. comic strip.

and this segues perfectly to...

Comics

the Marvel comic adaptation of Ozma of Oz by Eric Shanower (writer) and Skottie Young (artist) probably has some of my fav depictions of the Wheelers, and I really like this variant cover (I believe it's by Eric Shanower?)

these guys are utterly freaky but also dang silly. watching these fucked up abominations bumble around defuses the terror.

there he go

so, there's the ones I've seen so far. if there's more that you know of, SEND THEM TO ME I NEED THEM SO BAD HELP

edit: OK there were some earlier Wheeler things I forgot about!

this Japanese edition has these kinda menacing looking Wheelers. I like the Osamu Tezuka influence here.

another Japanese version also covered by Hungry Tiger Talk with more robotic looking, super evil looking Wheelers, lol.

also as far as illustration, there's this old Italian edition of Ozma of Oz.

not exactly the most menacing looking Wheeler but he does have a fancy embroidered jacket.

and Billina has an adorable bonnet!

anyway that's all for now, at least.

[poopyballz28]

i like kozue chan. (colored are more recent)

more context on my idea for the second image down below. i must yap about my beautiful princess daughter's personality struggles. (post yapping realization: LOT OF WORDS BELOW...went a little crazy there, sorry boys.)

For deeper context before I continue, I've noticed upon my 57th reread of the series quite a while ago that Baki and Kozue are...incredibly similar in terms of character. They're facially identical at times, they display a lot of the same mannerisms and way of speaking, they have a very similar attitude and personality and not to mention the same deep, powerful fighting spirit. Im planning a post on this topic to reeeally go in-depth and sell why I think BakiKozue is perfect peak selfcest and how they are essentially perfect for each other (proof included). But thats a thought for another day.

Because Baki is primarily—if not only a fighting/combat oriented series, we don't get a lot of screen time for characters outside of the fighting scene...and that includes Kozue. I have this neat idea, (I'm also planning to maybe write something on) where she starts trying to...loosen up and understand the people who make up the 'aliens from planet strong' as she's dubbed them. She'd go around place to place observing them, interacting with them, giving them gifts etc. (Her going to Hanayama HQ, visiting the disaster of a dojo Shinshinkai, finding Chiharu's biker gang, cool shit like that)

The more she goes around to these grungy, sometimes dangerous places surrounded with these fighting obsessed men, the more her empathetic heart starts to not just sympathize with them, but heavily understand their views.

Baki's whole fighting shtick is that he knows all of the major martial arts. He can simply observe them and replicate them perfectly, if not making them stronger overall. Because Baki and Kozue are just the same person but gender-swapped (I WILL SELL YOU GUYS ON THIS IDEA SOON. It's true...I promise.), I thought of something. If Baki can observe and be around those who use a particular style and can replicate it, Kozue can be around a group of people and start picking up their attitude, mannerisms and way of speaking. The only difference being...Kozue doesn't realize she's replicating the ones shes around/heavily empathizes with. It's completely unintentional.

That leads back to my drawing, well...drawINGS, I guess. Besides the third one. I like to draw her so upset because of not just how rare it is to see, but to really explore her changing of attitude when she...I dunno, hangs around Chiharu and Kiyosumi too much. God damn those too. Look at what you've done to her.

My idea for that particular picture goes as follows: Kozue is alone, walking down the busy street on her way home (most likely from a dangerous area where she was hanging out with some unruly individuals), she's been around waaay too many tough folk as of late and her aura and personality are really representing that. Now, I imagine some loser, host club looking fellow stops in front her and starts asking for her number. She's obviously—very annoyed. With a tinge of resentment in her voice, she tells him to move out of her way. The man doesn't listen. I don't know if you guys knew this, but Kozue hates not being listened to. Her attitude and personality replications are not making her distaste for it—any better either. He starts talking up game, completely ignoring her words and before he can continue his sentence, she fires a powerful punch into his face.

"I said, Move...!"

He falls to the ground, looking up at her in utter shock. Kozue, crumbles immediately. She realizes what she has done, immediately. Suddenly, that tough aura and attitude dissipates, in less than a second. Her hand begins to shake profusely, as she sickeningly looks down at the man below her. He's not direly hurt, but the fact she done that at all...she's destroyed. She never wanted to hurt anyone. While she's punched and kicked people with passion before, (I.E Kaoru and Retsu.) She's never reflexgually punched somebody like that, no less directly in the face. Not to mention, she's surrounded by onlookers. She looks down at her fist, slightly bruised at the knuckles. Tears start to form in her eyes as she backs up, croaking out little apologies and then quickly running off. She's horrified by herself.

If any fighter were there to see her punch that guy in his shit, they would've praised her for it. Because they would've seen, they would've understood, the pure unfiltered strength behind that hit. Kozue isn't particularly a physically strong individual, that's quite clear to anybody who's seen her. But for her to knock a man down with such a beautiful punch, with amazing form, and with so much fighting spirit behind it. It's incredible. Kozue, however, doesn't feel the same way.

She's not at all proud of what she did, shes scared by it. She's never liked to hurt people, matter of fact, she never ever wanted to in the first place. To know that she's able to lose herself like that, unload so much anger onto somebody without thinking, it scares her.

I just imagine her rushing to Baki's house, walking in with tears down her face, gripping her wrist. God, It's so cinematic to me, she sees Baki and she's like.

"Baki—I...I-I did something wrong."

Baki noticing the bruising of her fist, he immediately freaks the fuck out. I imagine he'd think somebody harmed her at first, but when he realizes she threw the punch herself, he almost can't believe it.

I could technically write a fic about this, not sure why I'm still typing away, this shits getting way too long.

I'll leave this off with a thought, imagine Baki gently wrapping up Kozue's hand with his signature bandages while she cries and rambles between breaths about the situation next to him. Pretty cute. I know. Thanks for making it to the end of my bullshit.

[himluv]

I agree with you on the Solavellan ending. I love the angst and tragedy and I'm eating the idea of Solas and Lavellan having a lot to unpack once in the fade. Dramatic confrontations, tears, breakdowns and a slow road to forgiveness,. Delicious food. But I'm really annoyed with a portion of the fandom that seems to just gloss over the fact that Solas killed Varric, someone who was always kind to Lavellan and was even her friend. And even if you don't like Varric personally he is in canon a relatively decent person who tried to reach out to Solas on a compassionate level. Then he used a blood magic puppet of him to manipulate Rook... IDK the way that seems to mean little to nothing to a lot of Solavellans kind of bothers me. I'm not here to tell anyone how they can or can't play but the takes have been so bad. The infantilization, excuses and woobification of our boy are so egregious. Solas is complex and morally gray. Why would we be going through the effort of redeeming him if he wasn't doing things that would require redemption in the first place? I've felt really disconnected from the rest of the fandom because of all of the softening of his character people have been doing and it's refreshing to hear a take from someone who loves Solas but doesn't want to defang him.

Thanks for this thoughtful reply to this post! Sorry this took awhile, but I've been thinking of what I wanted to say. Long and spoiler-riddled reply below, and I don't even know how relevant it is to your reply, Nonny. Sorry!

I think A Lot of folks have spent the last 10 years rotating him in their heads like one throws a clay pot, molding him into something he could be based on what we knew about him. But, we didn't necessarily account for the other forms he could take. And some folks are very resistant to who he's canonically become by Veilguard. Because it's not a good form, he got Worse™ in his decade away from friends and love (shocker!), and it's hard to reconcile this version of him with the ones we may have made.

I get all of that. But I also LOVE that. It means he could still surprise me, and I got to experience this weird duality of love/hate I didn't expect to feel toward him. I got to see his lies in real time, know he was lying because I KNOW HIM, and go, "oh, you little shit (affectionate)". Like, that's just FUN! Which, last time I checked was in fact the point of video games.

I love that he is unpredictable and dangerous in this game. That we finally see him go all out, and use every skill and trick he has. That is THRILLING, especially because he's more dangerous and lethal and ruthless than I personally expected. Which... Is my fault. I should have expected it, because look what he did to Felassan. Look how he so easily killed all those Qunari in Trespasser. Look what he did with those spirits of chaos and disruption. Look what he did to the Titans! I should have known better, the games and books showed me time and again what he was capable of. I just didn't want to believe it.

I've seen some posts talking about how Lavellan approaches Solas at the very last confrontation. How carefully she goes up the stairs towards him. I've seen several interpretations of it, but there's one I haven't seen (which could be because I'm not hanging out in the Solavellan tag much these days).

She takes those stairs slowly, as if approaching a spooked horse, because the last time someone climbed a set of stairs to talk him down from his ritual, he killed them. And I don't think for one second Lavellan believes, if she handles this poorly, he won't do the same to her.

And I think she is 100% right. He would, perhaps on "accident" as he claims to Neve was the case with Varric (debatable - seemed pretty intentional if maybe a bit impulsive from here). But I firmly believe there is a world where Solas would stab his vhenan if he had to and certain conditions hadn't been met (and yes that would utterly destroy him).

She walks up those stairs to him, her vhenan, knowing this is it. Their final stand. She will save him from himself, whatever it takes, and she is prepared to die at his hands if it comes to that. And it so easily COULD HAVE.

I don't know. I just think that Veilguard gave us SO MUCH more insight into Solas and there's so much there to chew on. I think we're going to be able to go back through all the games and codices and so many little details are going to fit together and complete a puzzle we didn't even know we were making.

After all of this, I still have so much to think on 😂. I'm going to be living in Thedas for another decade at this rate!

Good. I don't ever want to leave.

[therapatical]

The way I see it, the most neutral and uncontroversial form of trans m&m advocacy is like reminding people that we exist, that we're impacted by x, y, z, and that erasing us is harmful. And so many people jump down your throat for that. People will pretend the dynamic is the same as cis men and cis women and just terminate all thought. It makes me feel angry and frustrated with how much contempt people hold for us. But like, I'm going to keep reminding folks that we exist even if people think that really annoying.

yes yes yes this describes it so exactly. I think a lot of it is this sort of underlying contempt (with tbh several suspects for what's causing it) a lot of people have towards transmascs causing the opposite of rose colored glasses.

(this is a long post, mild warning)

like, you know that phenomenon where you find yourself kinda pettily & childishly hating everything a person does, because of something that person did (usually combined with overstimulation & being forced into a situation with them that you can't get out of)? and you have to remind yourself that you're not mad at frank from accounting for breathing too loudly, you're mad at him because he cheated on his wife and you think he's a piece of shit now? or the stereotypical "ugh frank said he liked baseball? of course he'd like such a lame sport what a loser" type of thing you see in some people (I don't think I've ever gotten that far myself but you get what mean, hopefully).

I think some people have that sort of reverse halo effect with transmascs, where they are primed to want to disagree with a statement if they see (or think) it is coming from a transmasc. I've seen it before (even with talia bhatt!) where transmascs will bring up an issue time and time again, get shit for it, only for a year or two later some sort of prominent trans woman to say the exact same thing and people actually agree with her.

((which, to be fair, I don't think is undeserved when she's genuinely advocating for it (I think it's disingenuous when people who shut down those very same ideas try to claim it as their own, though). I'm not against transfems getting recognized for their thoughts and their work etc. and that all by itself is not a source of bitterness for me.))

but there are times where it seems like some of these people literally just do not want to hear it coming from a transmasc's mouth. I've seen it happen far too many times to simply be a coincidence.

and, to be fair, I've seen the same phenomenon happen with certain transmascs who fit the "white, thin, femme presenting, non-op non-HRT" nonbinary transmasc stereotype who share certain things about transmisogyny that are suddenly actually listened to by the broader queer community (vs the several times transfems have tried to bring up that exact same issue and been dogpiled, degraded, harassed, etc.).

I think people think about the queer community (& even the trans community) as one whole instead of various groups and networks whose interests overlap. and that is precisely why I think you can see that above phenomenon with both the transmasc side of things and the transfem side of things. and, with the way algorithms isolate us, people have experiences where they tend to only see one side of that but not the other.

so they all become convinced that their group is experiencing a certain issue and the other group must simply be making it up, because they think it's impossible for both to happen simultaneously.

what they ignore is that different subsections of the broader queer community will be coming in with different biases, experiences, beliefs, etc. and that causes different issues to appeal to them specifically. while we're all prone to certain types of propaganda as a whole, we tend to have certain things we're not likely to fall for vs others.

a primarily transfem-centered audience is probably going to find the voice of another transfem to be inherently more trustworthy than any other demographic. and, because they are routinely discriminated against and face so much transmisogyny in the world, they naturally end up being distrusting of non-transfem voices (including those of cis people). it is easier to agree with someone when you feel that they are easier to relate to &/or more similar to you and your life's experiences. you don't quite have that set of blinders of suspicion like you might with other groups of people, so you are able to receive their message in a more positive way and are therefore more likely to believe it (for better or for worse, sometimes this leads to the adoption of harmful beliefs as well as beneficial ones).

on the other hand, particularly with (particularly white) cis queer women, there is both a transmisogynistic and anti-transmasculine aspect to why the other effect happens. in my opinion, I think cis queer women will take the words of the aforementioned white thin femme nonbinary person more positively largely because they view trans people through the lens of "what is this person's proximity to cis womanhood"? again, they value the opinions and perspectives of those who they view as more "similar" to themselves (to some degree this is a natural human bias we all tend to have, even if it is often a problem). as we live in a transphobic society, cis queer women tend to view trans people as further in proximity to womanhood than someone who they can (transphobically) view as more or less a cis woman with different pronouns*. it functions as a form of both transmisogynistic bias and anti-transmasculine bias.

*note: I think it's inaccurate to act as though this is a net benefit for nonbinary people, even if in this particular instance it results in a situational privilege where they are slightly more listened to about trans issues with a very particular audience in mind. this doesn't mean every audience will see them that way. it isn't across the board for the queer community or the trans community. it is entirely relative to the situation at hand and this is why you do rhetorical analysis in English class with the little "audience, speaker, context" triangle. who is speaking matters as much as who is listening, and that seems to be the primary issue whenever there are squabbles about "well this group is better off and more privileged than this one" "this group has advantages over this one" because it is very rarely the case that that is across the board. nobody wants to consider situational contexts and nuance because they are assigning their ego as a marginalized person on some false sense of oppressional hierarchy, not bc they care about oppression, but because it makes them feel superior or validated or both in their own way, and........ I'll step off of my soapbox.

anyways, there are many thoughts. too many thoughts. I could probably say more but not right now lol.

[rapunzellovesbooks]

Okay, I am going to write something that has legit been running through my mind for weeks now. You can like it or not, but this is my opinion of the whole situation and this is coming from someone who, yes, would love it if Nicola and Luke eventually became a couple but who also is very tired of the unnecessary drama. I lowkey hate what I have become over two people who have done nothing and I mean NOTHING wrong.

So, we all saw the world tour, we all have seen BGT, we all can safely say Luke and Nicola have insane levels of chemistry in and out of the show. That is not something solely shippers have said, critics, reviewers have said it, their friends have and so have the people themselves. You can have chemistry with someone and not be dating them, otherwise no show or movie would ever get made. We can say chemistry is there, period. While I do think that Luke and Nicola always behave like what I consider to be simply bestie behaviour, I am also very aware that I have no idea how I would behave with someone I shared this filming experience with, had shared intimate scenes with and was travelling the world with. They were each other´s people during that world tour and, yes, they were unhinged. I probably would be too amidst the madness of it all. So maybe their bestie behaviour is different than mine. Everyone ate it up, we all loved it. Some were convinced they were dating and they flat out multiple times denied it, they did. Some people knew Antonia existed and by some I mean folks who have way too much free time and go lurk under tags and posts from family and friends to see if they spot Luke or someone he is hanging out with. Folks who monitor every like, every follow, unfollow, time they are online, etc.

So when people saw her clear on a paparazzi picture, they thought Luke had lied to them, had betrayed them, but you cannot betray someone you owe nothing to. They said he ruined Polin and rushed to Nicola´s defence. And then Jake came along, also on a festival picture not two months after that. And then everything was very different. Jake was the saviour, the one who healed a broken heart. And it bugged me for so long until I understood why people thought this way. And now I see it.

People legit believe that Nicola has only ever had one boyfriend, Jake because he is the one on her instagram, the only one that I am aware of she has ever been photographed with, which makes total sense, since before, no one cared about who Nicola was dating. Even during the world tour, since people assumed she was with Luke, no one looked further. So when Luke did not fill the role people wanted from him, Nicola became a martyr of sorts and anyone who was beside her, a person worth of adoration, while the girl who had "sabotaged" her became the villain of the story. Everyone became a caricature of sorts in the fandom. And the person I feel bad for now is Nicola, because this is what, to me, the whole situation screamed.

You think Nicola waited all her life to simply shoot season 3 with Luke and be with him. A girl "like Nicola" in people´s eyes could only have her co-star as boyfriend. Now, Nicola has had boyfriends before. She has, she said so herself. During season 1 and 2 and 3 maybe. So people being angry at Luke for not dating Nicola after breaking up with Jade annoys me so much because how the hell do you know Nicola was not in a relationship? Can you really only envision a girl like Nicola alone until ONE guy comes along? And I mean this because so many people then commented, "oh, we all knew he would never be with a girl like Nicola". The fuck does that even mean?! Nicola is gorgeous and Jake is not a saint for being the guy she is dating, he is not. He can be whatever he wants to be but a man does not get to be the greatest thing since toast simply for dating a woman who is not skinny nor is a man a devil for dating a woman who is skinny.

Everyone created their stupid timelines but you failed to see that there are a thousand things, people and meetings in Luke and Nicola´s lives that you will never know about. It is very possible Nicola was dating someone before the WT and during (she had already met Jake) and Luke as well. We know this. So, no, Polin is not ruined because if the requirement for Polin was both leads being single then you would not have loved the Polin that you already have, one where both leads were in relationships with others but still remained the actors, besties that we know and love. I admit that I do not understand them most times when they interact as if that is normal bestie behaviour but that is on me.

So, no, there is no feud or beef because, why would there be one? They know each other, no one duped or sabotaged anyone. You just simply believed Nicola and her body type was only ever good enough for one person and one person only and when that person did not do what you wanted all hell broke lose. You say you defend her and you are happy for her but that includes, in my opinion, the notion that you thought she was sad before. Why? For all we know she could have had a million boyfriends and lived her best life all this time and we never knew.

There was never a conspiracy, no one lied to you. You dont have to like that they have a bf and gf, I dont, but I can also simply go watch BGT season 3 and be done with it. I dont have to analyse the new Luke and A pictures or leave nasty comments under Jake´s posts, I do not. I can ship them because, in my mind, they are Colin and Pen while also being very VERY aware that they are not. I want to go back to a sense of normalcy because this is stupid. It just is and it is insulting to two people who have, honestly, been more than patient, more than kind with this nonsense.

In conclusion, the reason I believe so many people lunged at Luke is because they saw and still see Nicola as someone who can only have one man because she has a different body type. So many people get mad at Antonia for simply being skinny and it makes no sense to me. None, at all. Maybe Luke tried to be with Nicola and she was unavailable, maybe everyone is only happy in pictures, or maybe not. Maybe it is none of our business and it never should have been in the first place. We are all curious and noisy people, but man, it is more than time to tone it down by a thousand.

[epickiya722]

First, yesterday it was Midoriya. Now, I wake up, check the tags and it's Miruko I see folks now "criticizing". Again with the same reasons, too.

"She's oversexualized."

"She's aggressive."

"She got her limbs ripped off."

Look, Miruko fan here!

So you hate her for those things??

I'll be the first to admit that when it came to Miruko, one of the story details I did not like is her losing 3 of her four limbs. (You'll catch that in my stories, she either has all of her limbs or just lost her arm. It really depends on the setting.)

But to hate her?

This, this is what annoys me about this fandom, like truly.

People will bring up how the male characters don't get "sexualized" and don't serve as "fan service much" as if Kirishima isn't always shirtless for his hero look. Like Crust did not wear his thighs and chest out. Like Vlad King doesn't have his cleavage out. Or the fact All Might and Endeavor's suits are so tight you can see every freaking muscle of their asses and pecs. Or even how characters like Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou always end up shirtless. Or how even Shigaraki and Dabi serves a good amount of the story shirtless. Heck, AFO was giving fan service!

Toga fights in a darn skirt and becomes nude when her quirk wears off and I don't see people hating her for that. Hagakure and Yaomomo's hero designs make people uncomfortable (rightfully) and they get redesigns and aren't hated on.

Midnight is sexualized (she is the R-Rated hero) and what does she get from the fandom? "She deserves better."

Mt. Lady has on a tight suit and had two ass shots and she didn't get hated on for that. Uwabami and Ryukyu fight in dresses, cleavage or legs out and I don't see them get hate!

But Miruko got her legs out and is attractive and she gets hate for it?

Oh, oh! How about when all the other characters did lose limbs and beaten so bad they were almost unrecognizable?

Dabi literally loses all if not most of his skin by the end and I didn't see people going "Horikoshi keeps torturing him, I hate Dabi, I dislike his character".

Lady Nagant got blown up, survives and was covered in bandages and scars and I didn't see anyone hating on her for it.

Surprisingly, despite all of the hate Midoriya gets, one thing I didn't see people hate him for is his arms going through a lot to the point of both being scarred up and even lost those arms momentarily and no one posted "I hate Midoriya because he lost his arms".

Shigaraki's story is practically torture, mentally, emotionally and physically and he doesn't get hate!

My question is, how come everything you hate Miruko for is some valid criticism for other characters that you still love?

Why does the brown-skinned woman get hate instead of being seen as another victim of flawed writing, hm?

Oh, I already said the answer!

She's brown-skinned! Just admit you're not going to give her the same grace because of her skin tone. Just admit that.

You folks will seethe seeing a brown skinned character being comfortable in her own sexuality, flawed writing or not, and hate her for it. Hate her for being "aggressive" and yet the popularity polls show me you have no problem when it comes to other characters who are of the lighter skin tone.

She gets her limbs ripped off and you dislike her character, but let one of your faves get beaten every single time and lose their limbs and you're crying and wishing them better.

"I don't like that her fans oversexualize her, too."

Shoot, sometimes I do wish Miruko gets more love that doesn't include drooling over her body and I hate seeing those AI generated and non-AI pictures of her having so many abs she beats All Might in that department and boobs bigger than her head.

But I don't put the hate on her. And if you hate her because her fans oversexualize her, do you hate other characters, too? Because plenty of MHA characters get this treatment. Plenty.

Oh, you don't?

Yep, I thought so.

But if Miruko was a pale skinned rabbit woman...