#of course i automatically assume i am at fault

[folerdetdufoler]

Hi, I wrote my first evak fic in early 2023, before that I had been an avid reader for years. I know the fandom is a little quiet but there's this hardcore group of writers and readers that seem to have been around since the start and all know (of) each other. I don't know how to word this without sounding envious but it seems to me that group doesn't really read, comment on, give kudos or support new fics outside of their little circle. I want to believe it's a time issue but I have to say it comes across cliquey and a little hurtful. I really hope I am just being an insecure baby but I would be so happy if the established and popular writers would give me feedback and leave comments.

hiya! congratulations on writing and posting! i know it can be a big, scary jump from reading to writing and sharing, so applause for that in the first place.

i'm sorry your contributions to the fandom haven't been received the way you'd like them to be. if i'm included in this group of writers and readers, then, well my reasons for not reading/commenting/supporting are possibly going to be more hurtful than what you're already experiencing! i've whined about it years ago (first here, then here), and unfortunately it all still stands, because i have done absolutely zero work on bettering myself as a human being. i think i've read a handful of fics, mostly because they've been sent to me directly, with someone asking for my thoughts, and i managed to put in the effort to read it and offer a polite response. but there are also a bunch of fics that have been shared with me that i haven't read, even when i've said i would. i'm sorry if you have specifically done this with me in the past, because i have not treated your work, your creativity, with the respect it deserves.

i can't speak for anyone else, on how they choose to spend their time reading or writing, or the relationships they have with other fans. on the one active skam discord i'm in, i think a lot of them know each other from other fandoms, or have different relationships beyond writing/reading skam fic. also, as skam fades, people might only have the bandwidth for enjoying and supporting fanworks from established relationships, the same way you still want to support a favorite author even when you or they have changed genres or whatever.

but in reality i don't know the group where this is happening or why. i agree, it would be nice to receive more readers and commenters in general, and being jealous of the attention other people receive is natural. but i don't know how to change your relationship with that group, or my relationship with reading & supporting.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

The Stymphs' Symbolism and the Storian's Interference

All right, here's our equivalence:

The Stymphs = Fate

Ok, so, with the girls in book one:

Agatha and Sophie are carried off by a Stymph, and they are thrown into their respective schools. No choice. No say in the matter. They've lost their agency, completely.

They are mastered by a Stymph, by fate. Conquered.

Then, the shift happens. They become the masters of their own fate, in riding the Stymph, in steering on top of the Stymph, into the School Master's Tower.

By TLEA, again, their relationship to the Stymphs changes. They're a little beholden to them and fate, in becoming who they are. Fate and the particular Stymph's original actions, its involvement in their kidnapping, I mean, shaped them both, ultimately. The girls are also beholden to the Stymphs for helping them, by not obeying "Rafal" when they help the archer students and Merlin during the second Great War.

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Then, for the prequels:

Who is master of the Stymphs? Rafal, of course.

Yet, Rhian is the "author of own misfortune," or fate.

Rafal is the original master of the Stymphs. In a way, Rafal was destined to become Fate, to become the Balance, had he managed to live long enough to be the One.

Because, he was about to be named the One True School Master, and through the Schools, he would have been master of the Woods' fate, been able to willfully control (or indirectly influence, through the curriculum, the students' educations, and how prepared they would have been, should their fairy tales begin) the fate of all the Woods, all its possible futurities, in theory, to an extent.

But, really, it's the Pen that is Fate, not Rafal himself, when it really comes down to the truth.

However, Rhian disrupted "fate," or the Storian's plans, by being the cause of his brother's death.

And, when he was left with the Stymphs he "inherited," he probably couldn't quite automatically rein them in. I think he had to tame them, or find a literal spell to mollify them with, to get them under his control. Probably symbolically because he was never meant to be Fate or the One in the first place.

And so, of course, Fate's attendants (the Stymphs) wouldn't have followed him willingly, at least, not right away because the ending simply wasn't meant to be, but just so happened to happen nonetheless. (I know the Stymphs' behavior actually must originate from the fact that Stymphs supposedly only like Evers, but I'm looking at this from an angle that's outside of the narrative, and I don't need to rely on the in-universe reasoning at the moment.)

Was there a line after the climax of Fall about this at all? About the Stymphs being disobedient toward Rhian or outright loud and unmanageable, or am I misremembering?

Anyway, Rhian became master of Fate, of the Woods, in becoming the sole School Master. But that only happened when there was no one else left to assume the role. He was the only option, sort of a second-choice. Or, possibly even third, when we consider Pan as the hypothetical third candidate to be the One. Rhian was the default, sadly enough, the lone, surviving one. He wasn't even meant to be School Master, the rightful One, yet he had to be chosen. The Storian was compelled to because there was no one else.

Thus, the "ownership" of the Stymphs and of Fate was transferred over to Rhian.

And remember, once, Rhian was Fate's personal punching bag. He suffered a lot, for his naivete, and from some external causes, like Hook and Vulcan, sort of, even if he was wrongly influenced by the end of it all. And yes, while many events were partly his fault, they also may not have been. The plot could have been the result of very poor happenstance and intersections of the times the brothers lived in, as, we can observe all the turbulence in Rise, during that one particular school year.

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Oh! And I wonder if the Stymphs forevermore missed Rafal, their original master? Did they show any signs of missing him? I'm not sure.

But, I am sure that they knew Rhian replaced Rafal because they can read souls, tell them apart, they way they seemed to instinctually read Agatha's, Sophie's, and Aladdin's souls, to know which Schools they belonged to.

I don't think there's any direct evidence of the Stymphs' mourning though. Did they ever screech, or cry out, as if in pain, like deprived animals? I suppose I could imagine that plausibly happening, with how they were left behind...

[demonized-infodumps]

I wish people would take 5 seconds to learn what StPD means sometimes. They hear Schizotypal and automatically they assume so many harmful stereotypes about schizophrenia which is bad enough that that’s what they think but your not even stereotyping me correctly! Like cmon man if you’ve gonna stereotype me do it right and use one of the very many issues that I actually do have instead of just hearing the first part of the word and jumping to conclusions.

Because no I don’t have Schizophrenia, and there isn’t anything wrong with being Schizophrenic don’t get me wrong but can people please just learn the actual disorder that I have! What’s even worse is that when I try and explain it to people they just think im being silly and unreasonable. Because oh yeah of course to you things seem like coincidences but to me they aren’t. I spent years never touching a single book unless I had to because I read one book with a diabetic character and got diagnosed a week later and I was convinced I willed it into existence.

When people hear “magical thinking” they think it’s fun and quirky like oh I think I can cast wizard spells or some shit. But no you wanna know what magical thinking looks like? It looks like “I thought about this bad thing happening too hard and now it is happening and it’s my fault I willed this to happen” it looks like “if i make the universe upset some other higher entity is going to fuck up my life” it looks like obsessively doing tarot pulls because you’re paranoid as fuck that you’ve fucked up.

It isn’t fun to live thinking that everything is both entirely in my control and out of my control. It isn’t silly to walk on spiritual eggshells all the time because if I dare disrespect a god im fucked.

But yet hear I am no more than the laughing stock who got diabetes from the babysitters club graphic novel

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[arvandus]

hello arv!! what was your first impression of barbatos when yall met? was it a meet cute? or even a meet ugly?!

Ooooh. So, I like to follow canon as much as possible. So when MC (in this case me) first meets him (in OG), it’s in lesson 2-13. I, of course, immediately mentally glitch at how handsome he is. He has a professional distance to him that has me keep my interactions very formal (also a defense mechanism of my own to hide how head over heels I am immediately out the gate). I would automatically assume he’s entirely out of my league and doesn’t even have much interest in relationships to begin with.

And for Barbatos, that’s more or less true. He knows of me already of course… he’s seen me in his glimpses into the future back when Diavolo was forming RAD and was determining the situation with the exchange students. He views me as a means to an end for Diavolo’s success, nothing more, nothing less. But, there is an undercurrent of curiosity that develops over time as he observes me making pacts with the brother’s one by one, as I navigate the dynamics of demons, angels, and one mischievous, mysterious immortal sorcerer.

It’s a slowburn for sure, and that’s 99% Barbatos’s fault. 😉

[consult-sherlockholmes]

No, that's not a quality argument: you were cherry-picking out of the dozens of asks you have answered. For your follower who said I needed curating my internet experience. I have. That's why I've followed a detective's blog.

Oh such a coward that you can't answer to someone's comment under my post, but have to indirectly by sending this anonymous ask? You want some detective work? Shall I expose who you are?

Neither are your arguments of any quality, I only hear whining, no rational points. You do realise you can filter certain tags or even words in posts? Just go to your settings. Of course you didn't, your preferred approach is to whine and to complain to make other people change instead of maybe trying to solve the problem by doing some work or research yourself. And I could have given many more examples, but this wasn't worth more of my time to screenshot more than two. You know you can just scroll down my blog and look for yourself, given you have stalked it the last half hour relentlessly to wait for my answer because you are too cowardly to asks off-anon so you must lurk because you don't get a notification? Many asks have just been about John's tattoo or his muscles, which were not sexual questions, but you perceived them that way, so the fault is with you that you automatically assume that those things were sexual, when they weren't. I just wanted to examine him out of scientific curiosity, stop projecting your own perversions onto my behaviours. In fact only 3 asks have mentioned the word 'sex' which includes your whining ask as well. So there have just been 2 asks about it before you complained, that's not a significant majority, so you are just overreacting. I am not a fan of such sexual questions myself, but I don't act like a complete whiny wimp about it and just deal with it. And there were much worse questions many times before that I didn't answer, direct requests of performing sexual acts for example.

And for your information, I also often answer asks together that are thematically related for coherency, something you probably don't understand.

And that's a quality argument. Stop whining I am getting bored of it, I won't answer any further asks about this, I am done.

[abboudlawfirm-tucson]

What if I was injured due to my own negligence?

Workplace injuries can be stressful and overwhelming, especially when the accident was due to your own actions. Many workers assume they are automatically disqualified from receiving benefits, but that’s not always the case. Understanding your rights and how to navigate the claims process can make a world of difference.

In this article, we’ll explore how workers’ compensation laws apply in cases of self-negligence, why it’s essential to consult a lawyer, and how you can secure the benefits you deserve despite the circumstances.

Understanding Workers’ Compensation: Fault Is Not Always the Focus

Workers’ compensation is designed to provide financial and medical support to employees injured on the job, regardless of who is at fault. Unlike personal injury cases, most workers’ compensation systems are "no-fault." This means you may still be eligible for benefits even if your own negligence contributed to the injury.

Here’s what you need to know:

No-Fault Coverage: Workers’ compensation generally covers injuries that occur during the course of employment, even if the worker’s actions caused the accident.

Exceptions to Coverage: In some cases, claims may be denied if the injury resulted from gross misconduct, drug or alcohol use, or actions outside the scope of your job responsibilities.

Your Rights Matter: Even if fault plays a role, you have the right to seek legal advice to clarify your eligibility and ensure your employer follows legal protocols.

Why You Need a Lawyer for Your Workers’ Compensation Claim

Navigating the workers’ compensation system can be challenging, especially when dealing with disputes, denied claims, or confusion about eligibility. A lawyer specializing in workplace injuries can be a vital ally in securing fair compensation. Here’s how they can help:

Clarifying Your Rights: An attorney will explain your rights under workers’ compensation laws, ensuring you fully understand what benefits you’re entitled to receive.

Appealing Denied Claims: If your claim is denied due to alleged negligence, a lawyer can challenge the decision and gather evidence to support your case.

Dealing With Employers and Insurers: Your lawyer can handle difficult negotiations with employers or insurance companies, preventing you from being pressured into accepting less than you deserve.

Maximizing Benefits: Legal experts ensure you receive all entitled benefits, including wage replacement, medical coverage, and vocational rehabilitation if needed.

Common Concerns About Self-Negligence and Workers’ Compensation

Many workers hesitate to file claims after a self-inflicted injury due to fear, shame, or misinformation. Let’s address some of the most frequent concerns:

“Am I automatically disqualified?”

No. Most workers’ compensation systems focus on whether the injury occurred during work activities, not on fault.

“What if my employer challenges my claim?”

Employers and insurers may attempt to deny claims, especially in cases of self-negligence. A lawyer can advocate for you and ensure your side is heard.

“Can I afford to hire a lawyer?”

Many workers’ compensation lawyers work on a contingency fee basis, meaning they only get paid if you win your case.

“What benefits can I receive?”

Even with partial fault, you may be eligible for wage replacement, medical care, disability benefits, and retraining programs.

Steps to Take After a Workplace Injury

If you’ve been injured on the job, follow these steps to protect your rights and strengthen your claim:

Report the Injury Immediately: Notify your employer as soon as possible, even if the injury seems minor. Delays in reporting can jeopardize your claim.

Seek Medical Attention: Get treated by an approved provider and document all medical visits and recommendations.

Document Everything: Keep records of the incident, including photos, witness statements, and correspondence with your employer or insurer.

Consult a Lawyer: Don’t wait to seek legal advice, especially if your claim has been denied or if you’re unsure about your rights.

Let an Experienced Lawyer Advocate for You

Navigating the complexities of workers’ compensation can feel daunting, especially if negligence is a factor. But you don’t have to face it alone. By consulting an experienced workplace injury lawyer, you can ensure your rights are protected, your benefits are maximized, and your peace of mind is restored.If you’ve been injured at work, take the first step toward securing your benefits. Reach out to a trusted workers’ compensation lawyer today to discuss your case and protect your future.

[lifechanyuan]

The Second Home Does Not Take the Road of Reverting to Ancient Civilizations

Xuefeng

People have created splendid cultures and invented innumerable production tools and living products. Inventions, innovations, and scientific developments have relieved us from backward and primitive production and living modes. Except for those gifts bestowed by nature, all that we enjoy today comes from those advancements. If civilization abandons science and technology, then it would not be an advancement, but a regression.

The Way of the Greatest Creator is the way of nature. Scientific inventions and technological advancements have not gone against nature, but some have been used in irrational ways. Achievements of technological inventions and progress have gone against the ways of nature in many aspects, but the fault is not theirs; rather, it is from people’s misuse out of selfishness and greed.

Cutting vegetables is a natural use for a knife but using it to cut woods or to kill people is a misuse. The problem lies not with the knife, but rather with the person who misuses it. It would be extremely illogical to blame the knife rather than to look into the false consciousness of the person who behaves irrationally.

 Would it be better to use toilet paper or clods of soil to wipe ones buttock? Of course, toilet paper is better, at least more hygienic. If a toilet paper manufacturer cuts a large amount of woods and then spills wastewater into rivers, it would not be the fault of the toilet paper, but that of the manufacturer who has ignored the result of wrong behaviour by only pursuing economic profit.

Some people are under the mistaken belief that the production and life mode of the Second Home will lead to a reversion to primitive conditions, but returning to nature does not include doing such things as eating raw animal flesh and drinking its blood or wearing the skins and furs of animals. Rather, it means that we should live according to the will of the Greatest Creator and by the principle that people need to coexist with nature harmoniously. At least we can say that people should not advance at the price of natural destruction, but according to the fundamental principle of sustainability.

What we have created is a brand new civilization which will not only inherit all the positive achievements of scientific and technological development but will also advance humanity into a more developed stage of civilization. It would not be possible for us to revert to ancient practices because although we would absorb wisdom from ancient cultures, we would not be limited by them; we would learn from their essence but would not revert to them. Our thoughts should neither be confined to ancient ones nor make us repeat the mistakes of our ancestors. Following in their footsteps, we need to initiate a new future and a new way of living which will avoid the recurring tracks of previous civilizations which have been destroyed completely.

Religions should not stop progress, politics should not be shortsighted, economies should not destroy nature, and societies should not be reluctant to advance forward. The biggest crisis facing humanity is that of the soul; all others pale in comparison. When this crisis is eliminated, all others will disappear automatically.

Do not define the Second Home by using concepts of old production and life modes and do not assume that the Second Home will be the same as any other living mode in human history. We are walking on a new road which aligns completely with the will the Greatest Creator rather than human will. It will bring happy, joyous, blessed, and free lives to people, and even allow them to evolve into celestials.

I am the spiritual guide of humanity. I will lead people to an unprecedented, amazing future, and even take some to heaven. This is not a boast; as long as you follow me, you will experience it...step by step.

[dearly-anonymous]

Dear reader,

Over the weekend, my sister and I got into an argument. She accused me of something I did not do and didn’t let me get a word in to defend myself. She kept yelling at me that I was wrong and she wasn’t surprised that I would hurt her. She caught me completely off guard and was relentless. She is younger than I am and she knows that I have autism which makes it hard for me to communicate in general, let alone when someone is screaming at me. I blew up and told her she was wrong to accuse me and how upset I was she automatically assumed I would do anything to hurt her. I told her I hoped karma would get back at her for doing that and cussed her out a bunch. I called her a bitch and a snake and soon after I began to cry and she was mocking me the whole time saying that my crocodile tears wouldn't do anything for me and that I was just manipulating her to make her feel bad about accusing me. Later that night it was proven that I was innocent yet she still refused to talk to me. Yesterday she texted me saying she will not forgive me and won't for a long time. I told her I was sorry for cussing her out but told her she also had to take accountability for her side and that she holds everyone in her life to ridiculous standards but is always quick to excuse her own behavior. She fired back by telling me I was just deflecting my own issues onto her and that she is almost a decade younger and therefore is not guilty. She said the only reason she did what she did is because our other sister has a history of stealing sp therefore it made sense that I was also doing the same thing. She said I was manipulative and clearly showed no remorse for anyone. I said I was sorry again for the words I said and that blowing up on her was my fault. I told her that I get extremely overwhelmed and emotionally stimulated when someone is yelling or accusing and it can sometimes set me off but that is not manipulation. She has not responded to that and hasn’t talked to me in five days. She ignores every word I say and acts as if I do not exist. She never takes accountability, she's the youngest and was babied way more than the rest of my siblings and I were. Am I in the wrong here, or am I correct in thinking this argument was two sided and that she has no right blaming it all on me? I'm just so burned out from all of this.

Love, anonymous.

Dear reader,

It sounds like you’ve been through a really tough situation with your sister, and I understand how emotionally draining this must be for you. Arguments like this can be incredibly complicated, especially when communication styles and emotional responses are at play. You’ve already done a good job of recognizing your own mistakes in the argument, such as the hurtful language you used. Admitting that you were wrong to cuss her out and acknowledging that you get overwhelmed and it can set you off is an important step.

Your sister was clearly upset and acted out based on past experiences and her own emotional state. Her accusations and reaction might have been influenced by her own insecurities or the dynamics within the family. While her reaction was hurtful and not justified, understanding where she might be coming from could be helpful in resolving the conflict.

Given your autism and the way you react under stress, it’s important to recognize how these factors contribute to the situation. Your sister’s behavior of yelling and mocking you, especially knowing your communication difficulties, seems particularly insensitive. Sometimes, the best course of action is to give the other person space. If she is not ready to talk, respecting her need for time might help de-escalate the situation and give both of you time to reflect.

From what you’ve described, the argument seems to be two-sided. While you made mistakes, your sister’s actions and accusations were also hurtful and problematic. It’s important to continue acknowledging your own role and feelings while also addressing the impact of her behavior. Maintaining a focus on understanding and calm communication, while also respecting each other’s need for space, might help in moving towards resolution.

Remember, it’s okay to seek support for yourself during this time. Navigating family conflicts can be challenging, and taking care of your emotional well-being is important.

[speakingagain]

5.5.2024

Dear Zackary,

We both held music dearly to our hearts. You could spout out facts for hours on end about different bands and pieces and albums.

For me, music was an escape, a safe space, my emotional pit. I could be free from the emotions or I could finally feel them. It was my freedom.

It's been almost a year to date since I left. And I think I have been in the 'anger' stage of grieving for a long while now.

But yesterday I discovered a song. It's absolutely beautiful. The way it delves into the deep haunting notes of a cello, into the higher soothing and hopeful notes of the violins. It is a whole story in a few pages of music.

And the very few lyrics in the song, broke me the moment I heard the scream of "I loved you."

It shattered everything I'd built up as a protection for myself.

It disintegrated every wall, every brick. And I stood, undefended, feeling the music seeping into my bones. I could feel my heartbeat and it seemed to thump extra heavily with the heavy beats of the drums.

And it did something amazing.

I felt inspired for the first time. Not ever, of course. But in months. A year almost.

I was worried I'd lost it.

I could see the paint strokes, I could see the golds glistening in the light. I could see the hope and pain and the growth and death and everything forming on a canvas as a goddess formed.

Yearning for her lost love. Yearning for the good and the bad. Yearning to feel complete. Yearning to complete herself. Yearning to be loved as she thought she was. And finally knowing she was loved and good and bad and complete because she had loved them.

She had won. She had loved. She had lost and gained and broke and rebuilt. She had won.

Then, the song made me cry today. I listened to it a second time, same process as the night before.

Dark room, fan on, music playing, and I stared at my ceiling. I felt the beat in my chest, the cries in her growl as she sang with her whole body and her whole heart.

"And you loved me too."

Fuck.

The next stage of grieving had begun with a single sentence.

I think I would rather be angry.

I know, it's not linear. I know it isn't always the same stage, one after another. There's no time limit per stage. Yeah yeah. I know.

But if my life has taught me anything thus far, it's that people can love you and still do things to hurt you.

Them doing those things doesn't automatically mean that they secretly hated you.

It means they are human and make mistakes. It means they chose the path they wanted. It means they are going in a different direction and choosing themselves.

And I can say "I would never have cheated on my spouse."

But honestly, I don't know what I would do.

Morally, it's fucked up. I know what it feels like to be cheated on. I know what it does to a person. I know what it does to a family. I know it hurts everyone involved, indirectly or directly.

But until I had the opportunity, I never knew what I would do.

I still didn't cheat when given the opportunity. It was never an option for me.

Their love never changed. Your love never changed. It never grew.

I had assumed wrong.

I loved you more.

And you did love me. Of course you did. I felt it. I saw it. I revelled in it.

But it was so much weaker than I could have imagined.

And that's my fault for settling for such a weak love. I deserved better, and I think I knew it too. I just wanted the love I could give. I did give. I wanted to prove I was loveable and I was going to get out and do better.

Love was never meant to be an escape. And for that, I am sorry.

Thank you for loving me what you were capable of. The last six years were some of the worst years of my life. But some of the best too.

Thank you for showing me I could be loved. Thank you for showing me I deserved better.

Thank you for ending the love so I could find what I deserve.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

I can solidly say, I won.

I was loved. I loved.

I grew. I learned. I am completing myself.

I am loving myself.

I am not 100% there just yet. But I'm getting there.

So thank you. And go fuck yourself, kindly.

No longer your love,

Or your other half,

Mae.

[forever-fan]

A little note before I add on to this: I love Doctor Who so much! My parents watched it all the time before Jodie became the Doctor. It was the poor writing that caused my family to move away from it. Still, a lot of good memories are connected to the show.

The Justice League took every measure and precaution. The powerhouse fighters were up front, flanked by magicians. Batman had spent the past two hours vigorously planning. If necessary, if everything went to absolute shit, he would press a button, and the entire Watchtower would self-destruct, hopefully killing whatever lay within the Pandorica.

If that failed, a signal had already been sent out to every ally in the galaxy. Everyone knew what was about to happen. Everyone was prepared to die if it meant they could get rid of the being that rested inside the Pandorica.

What Batman had failed to account for was a rift opening and a robed figure stepping out. Diana gasped and raised her sword against the man.

"Kronos! You are not welcome here!" she shouted.

The titan simply smiled, "Diana, I am here to cause no trouble. In fact, I am here to stop you and your time traveling friends from causing trouble."

Diana glared at Kronos and asked, "Do you know what lays within?"

Kronos looked where Diana was gesturing and his smile got wider, "Oh, yes! He's been in there for quite a while. He'll probably wish to stretch his legs again. Plus, he is right on time, just as I had planned."

Kronos held up a pocket watch and showed it to the JL. As the League glanced at the ticking watch, they heard a hiss come from the Pandorica. It was opening.

They all waited with terrified, bated breath. The youngest heroes of the group seemed to be shaking as they readied themselves. Diana and Superman were at the front when they saw the box finally fully open.

Seated in a chair was a young man with black hair. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful in his assumed slumber. He seemed... oddly human. But, how could a mere human be responsible for the death of billions of galaxies?

Suddenly, the man's eyes shot open and the restraints keeping him in the chair undid themselves with a click. He silently studied the people in front of him. The mystery man rubbed his wrists before standing.

The Justice League raised their weapons. Before Superman could get a word out, Kronos spoke.

"Hello again, Phantom. I haven't seen you in quite the minute."

'Phantom' turned to face Kronos. He smirked upon spotting the titan, before rolling his eyes, "Yeah? It may have only been a minute for you, old man, but it was thousands of years for me. They put me in the Pandorica while it was still buried under stonehenge. It was not a pleasing stay, and I will not be leaving a five star review."

Kronos laughed, "Ah, I see you still have your humor."

'Phantom' raised an eyebrow and stated plainly, "I did not have much else to do while trapped in there. Say, can I ask where Ellie is? She said she'd look after me."

'Phantom' scanned the Justice League, as if trying to pic out one specific person in the crowd. Diana took the chance to catch his attention. She stepped forward and asked, "Are you the being that is bathed in the blood of many civilizations?"

The man glanced at the Pandorica before saying, "Well is sure seems that way, now doesn't it? Of course, if you ask me, half of them weren't very civilized and the other half were pretty evil. Don't get me started on the Cyber Men. I hate the Cyber Men. Daleks too. They all well deserved the destruction they faced."

Trickster smiled before continuing on with his explanation, "Also, sometimes people blame me for things I never did. Witnessing things does not automatically make me the cause. For example, the destruction of Krypton was not my fault. I didn't do anything!

"I suppose that is where people begin complaining. They want me to do and act and save everyone. They just never understand that some things are fixed points in the time stream and to change those fixed points is to change reality itself. We do not want reality to change."

Superman looked pissed then, "You could have saved my planet, and you chose not to!"

The warrior pointed at Superman, "See! Always blaming me cause I did nothing. Once again, fixed points. I couldn't change anything. Anyways, you have a pretty good life, Clark Kent, so don't go being mad at me about it."

Batman was then prompted to ask in a dark voice, "You know his name? Who are you?"

The man smiled wider than before, "I'm glad you asked, Bruce Wayne. I'm the Phantom, though I have had many other names. The Norse knew me as Loki. The Greeks called me Thanatos and my sister Eris. I am the one and only Time Lord. I travel through time and fix problems. Of course, sometimes I am not allowed to intervene. Clockwork forbids me from messing with fixed points."

When the Phantom said 'Clockwork' he gestured at Kronos. Besides that, the speech made one question enter Diana's mind.

"You call yourself the phantom. There are many phantoms. You are the phantom, who?"

"Exactly."

Danny is The Doctor (Dr Who)

So! I've been on a Dr Who High for a little while now, and I thought this idea up.

Danny, as the apprentice to Clockwork, has the ability to traverse Time, and his can use his own Powers to traverse Space.

(He is not at the same level of Time Manipulation as Clockwork, but he is still very good at it. Less of a Time Master, and more of a Time Lord if you will)

So, after his family dies and he is left alone for his Immortal Life, he gets bored. Taking a Cue from Ellie and her whole Exploration Obsession, while also indulging in his own Space Obsession, Danny decides to explore Space and Time to his heart's content. (Maybe Ellie is his Companion?)

He travels the Universe, visiting different planets, witnessing historical events, and sometimes even Helping wherever he can. He is still a Protector Spirit after all.

He doesn't use his powers much these days, in fact he has mostly locked them away in favor of using his own custom built Inventions to get any task done. He is the son of Mad Scientists after all, and he likes to Own It.

Danny becomes known across the Universe in the same way that the Doctor is. To some he is a Savior, a Healer, a Wiseman. To others he is a Demon, a Trickster, a Warrior.

Danny becomes the Boogeyman of the Universe, so it's no surprise that one day someone tries to contain him, to keep him Locked Up so he can never interfere with the Universe again. To do so, they build a Device named, The Pandorica.

(Yup, I'm using that little thing in this)

Danny is trapped within the Pandorica, mulling over the Irony of being trapped by a Device named after one of his friends, for Eons. He is completely and utterly trapped.

Sealed Away, waiting for the day when someone will set him free.

...

Now imagine this.

The JLA has just confiscated an extremely Old and Extremely Magical Box from an Alien Cult, who were proclaiming that they would use the Pandorica Warrior to fell their greatest foe.

They call in Constantine to explain what it is, and just imagine the Doctors description of the Pandorica Scene coming him him.

"This is the Pandorica, an Ancient Magical Prison designed to hold the worst of all bad guys." Started Constantine.

"Why was it made?" Asked Superman.

"There was a Goblin, or a Trickster. Or a Warrior." Constantine explained as he paced a circle around the Box in front of them, "A nameless, terrible thing. Soaked in the blood of a Billion Galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos."

He took a closer look at the box and Continued. "And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world."

He paused and took a deep breath, "Or at least that's how the Story goes, probably why those cultists wanted it so bad. The greatest Warrior in existence on their side? It would be an instant win button."

"Is it possible to open it?" Asked Batman.

"Easily, anybody can break into a Prison. I just want to know what we'll find first."

Zatanna interrupted, "Won't need to wait long, it's already opening. Layers and Layers of Magical Barriers are dispersing as we speak. That Cult knew what they were doing, it's going to open soon. Very soon."

The Box in front of them shuddered a little, and they tensed. They waited for a few moments to see if it would do anything, but eventually they realized it was probably just a side effect of the barriers falling.

"How soon can we expect it to open?" Asked Batman, still tense.

Constantine replied this time, "From what I can tell, maybe 2 hours at most. So you have that much time to prepare to meet the Universes most feared Individual."

...

Just thought of this while I was binging Dr Who videos on Tiktok and thought, "this would be cool as a dpxdc idea"

Here is the Video that inspired me, give it a watch

[blackhorrorwhiteterror]

Blog Post #1- Get Out Discussion

Jordan Peele’s “Get Out” is a poignant representation of how some white supremacists use liberalism to shield themselves from confronting their inner biases. I’m not sure where Peele is from, but the depiction of the Armitage family felt like they were inspired directly by the wealthy, progressive, white class that I grew up around in the Bay Area. You know, the people with “Black Lives Matter” signs in their windows despite the fact that their home once belonged to a Black family who was displaced so that they could move in. The scene in which Chris meets Rose’s family for the first time and her dad speaks to him in an attempted blackcent and makes thinly veiled racist remarks made me cringe, as it reminds me well-meaning older white people I’ve met in my life who try to relate to me through microaggressions. When Rose’s dad addresses the whole “white family, black servants” thing to Chris, it reads as him wink, wink, nudge, nudging Chris. What he is really saying is “ I know this is problematic and looks really racist (because it is), but you know I’m not racist brother”. I’ve found myself in similar situations where a white person has said something explicitly racist and then turned to me as the only Black person around for approval/ reassurance that they are in fact not racist. And like Chris, these are usually situations in which I am in the less advantaged position (ie I’m at work and they customer, or they’re a gatekeeper for an opportunity I want), but unlike Chris I don’t offer the reassurance they are looking for (they usually are met with a crazy look from me at the very least). 

I appreciate that Peele did not only villainize the white men in the film, but also the women. I feel like white women are usually let off the hook for their role in white supremacy because of their womanhood and the patriarchal belief that women are too powerless to be evil. Rose’s character was the personification of how white women weaponize their assumed innocence/virtue. In the beginning of the film she feigns ignorance at why Chris may be apprehensive about meeting her parents due to his race; although she’s a grown woman (I’m not sure the ages of the characters but she’s at least in her late 20’s) she acts surprised that racism may be top of mind for a Black person. Chris just rolls with it, and it’s a subtle example of how white women are excused from accountability because expectations of them to interact with race on a meaningful level is low. Of course, later in the film we find that her ignorance is all a ruse and I think this is so powerful because it illustrates the fault in prescribing innocence to white women automatically.  

[vesora]

dealing with fear of abandonment through LOA + general tips

personal backstory / long post ahead

“Change your conception of yourself and you will automatically change the world in which you live. Do not try to change people; they are only messengers telling you who you are. Revalue yourself and they will confirm the change.” ― Neville Goddard, Your Faith is Your Fortune

as a child, my needs were not met and therefore, i developed a schema that people were meant to disappoint me and leave me and my relationships, both platonic and romantic reflected EXACTLY that.

countless times, i was ‘left’ without any reason, always strengthening the notion i had always felt that people were meant to abandon me. even if i was close to someone, i would still engage in self-sabotaging behaviours when i felt disappointed by the expectations i had set for them. feeling this lack of control when it came to relationships because i was so deathly afraid of being left alone; of disappointing the other. not putting myself first because i felt the only sense of worth i had was through whether another found me worthy. this is all very hard for me to say of course, im a private person but i felt maybe someone at least needed to hear this. my parent would be nice at one point and disinterested in the other, i felt i had to work to gain their approval and for them to be nice to me all the time. i needed them to view me as perfect, so they wouldn’t leave me. but guess what guys? thats stupid, bcos fuck perfection.

in my abandonment activation strategies/self-sabotaging behaviours, my body would go into a state of desperation, in dire need of any sort of relief and safety, crying my heart out because i was so scared, leaving people because i was scared of being left first. being scared i was being clingy by asking for reassurance which in turn sends me into another frenzy, isolating myself from people so i have no chances to be hurt, feeling resentment when someone doesnt meet my expectations/needs through no fault of their own. my inner child would just take over my body, repeating the same distress i experienced as a kid. 

but i am not a kid anymore. i am a well-functioning adult and i cannot continue this abandonment schema. so what do i do?

i use loa. 

how to use loa + general tips for this:

recognise that everything and everyone is you pushed out. your relationships play out the way you assume they will. this is not to say at all what happened when you were a child was your fault. we are not to blame. our needs were simply not met.

change the way you view relationships, no matter how hard it may be. if everyone is just us, how can anyone else abandon us? not even that, why would anyone leave us? we are amazing and fun and good people

be someone YOU are proud of, irrespective of what other people think. all is mind, so why do you think you need to impress someone who’s just another part of you? a part that can easily be molded

you are not clingy. you are not desperate. you are not unworthy. you are not unlovable. repeat affirmations that you are lovable. that you deserve to have your needs met. that everyone meets your needs. that you never feel abandoned. that you love yourself unconditionally. YOU are on the pedestal, NOT anyone else.

if someone is emotionally unavailable, this DOES NOT mean they do not love or care about you! they might be busy, not be well-versed with showing emotions in a healthy way, express their love in a different way than yours or they may simply be going through something in their lives right now. 

when this happens, you can talk to the person about it and usually in my experience, the person understands and reassures me that they still love me and that we are okay. if a person is not willing to make sure you are okay, maybe rethink their position in your lives. you are the pedestal, not them. now just because someone reassures you doesn’t mean you don’t work on yourself. you do work on yourself through LOA and useful strategies.

take deep belly breaths when you feel yourself get triggered. it is okay. you are going to be okay, i promise. the next day im sure you will feel fine. it is not the end of the world, i promise you. the world IS you. just change it.

reassure your inner child and your adult self that you are okay now. you are the best version of yourself right now. you are safe. you are secure. you are not in danger. your life is in YOUR hands. YOU are in control. YOU created this life. the only way to change it is within.

if you feel impatient and you want things to change IMMEDIATELY, i.e. when youre having a panic attack, take deep breaths and remember this is temporary. remember you are in control of what happens but also do not be attached to any outcome, just have faith that everything works out in your favour.

if you feel resentment when someone doesn’t meet your expectations, do NOT use strategies to hurt them or leave them. just calm down and view them with a gaze of love. transmute this feeling of resentment and abandonment to love and understanding, you can even visualise it. they still love you, you can manifest them to love you the way you want to idk but still they love you! don’t try to make them jealous, don’t distance yourself, don’t do whatever you do to get ‘revenge’ idk, it is NOT healthy. it only hurts YOU in the end. plus, LOA dictates the way people act with you is a reflection of yourself, so all you need to do is change self.

no matter what, KNOW you are loved. even if your body is freaking out and wants to flee, tell yourself in the moment it will pass. it has to. your trauma trigger reactions are NOT you. 

it may be hard to believe that someone loves you. for me, i felt like i was delusional. that i was kidding myself, because how dare i assume someone loves me? that’s why i kept seeking external reassurance for any semblance of love because i was not giving that reassurance to myself internally. and when someone didn’t give me that reassurance in the 3d, i’d freak out, even though i had manifested it unknowingly. how can i go to the 3d and ask for love when everything, good and bad, is within me? as the creator, how can i not tell myself i am worthy of love and that people close to me love me? how can i not believe that when all is me? it is a bit stupid to think like that, no? well i did, and to an extent i still do. but i’m recovering. i deserve to live a life where i am not constantly afraid. i deserve to live a life where i can speak with confidence that someone loves me. it is hard for me, even now, but i know i will get through it, as will you. 

let’s be brazenly impudent together, shall we?

“Dare to believe in the reality of your assumption and watch the world play its part relative to to its fulfillment.” ― Neville Goddard

[whxre-bxby]

"Special Appointment"

recom Mansk x human f. reader

Masterlist Click here for art

Summary: You're in charge of the physical and mental health of the recom team. Mansk has an appointment and he gets a massage. Little do you know, he has developed a crush on you which becomes fairly obvious during the appointment and there is a turn in events.

WARNING: SMUT, fluff, bad language, penetration, blowjob, fingering, breeding kink

Word Count: 5482

The RDA is a busy place to work in. On Earth, I had a lot to do already. On Pandora, my chores seemed to double. Luckily I’ve been slightly transferred from the research department to… whatever department this is. 

I studied Na’vi species. Their body structure, muscles, skeletons, genes, and organs. The psychology too. Their language, culture and behaviour. 

Now, I no longer have the desk job which I am thankful for. I was moved and assigned to the newly created recombinant team, to give them regular checkups and make sure everything was okay. 

Part of my job now was to give them physiotherapy. Not all of them needed it but even the smallest complaints of pain or pressure could be a fault in the system so I needed to look at it. 

Today, I had Mansk assigned to me. It was a check-up with an included massage because he wasn’t sleeping well. 

I had gotten to know most of the recom’s pretty well. Mansk was one of them. We’ve had a few previous appointments and I enjoy talking with him. He’s the only person who asks me questions back when he comes in. I definitely don’t expect anyone to do that but it does often make my day. Of course, I don’t tell Mansk that because I want to keep things professional but I look forward to having him come in. I’ve also never massaged him before so let’s see how it goes.

Lyle came in for one yesterday. Not because he needed it, he’s in good condition. He insisted he needed a massage so I just let it happen and he fell asleep before we were even half done. 

Anyway, I knew what I was doing. This was my job, after all, so there was no need to be nervous. It’s all going to be okay, he’s just going to take his… shirt off. And I will not stare OR make it awkward because I’m a professional at what I do and I’m still trying to get a raise so I can’t have anything going wrong!

He’s meant to be here in a few minutes so I get the room ready by putting away anything that wasn’t needed for this appointment. Since I wasn’t working in a laboratory anymore, I didn’t have to wear the stupid coat or the gloves. My clothes were more comfortable and that was part of the reason I preferred this over my previous job. 

The big and heavy metal door beeps and the light above it flashes green instead of red. They automatically open and outside it is a colleague in a lab coat and half of what I’m assuming is Mansk. 

Yes, the doors were absolutely humungous for me but apparently still not big enough for the Na’vi body. The person holding the clipboard direct the soldiers here and they nodded before turning to leave. 

Mansk slowly leaned down, tilting his upper body slightly forward and stepping into the room. At least the ceiling was high enough. 

“Don’t hit your head.” I say, smiling and quickly arranging my desk. 

Mansk grins and breathily answers “Yeah.” before scanning the room. 

“Hi, welcome back.” I greet him and he smiles. 

“Hey.” he nods and I point to the large chair. 

“Take a seat there and I’ll be right with you.” I say, finishing what I was doing. 

Mansk listens, walking over to it and taking a seat while moving his tail out of the way. He always paid extra attention to it here because he didn’t want to knock anything over. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” I say, turning around with all the necessary clean tools. 

He nods again. I noticed he didn’t talk much, only when it was important. Yet he would still go out of his way to ask me things. 

“How are you feeling?” I ask, stopping on his side and placing a few things on the trolly next to the chair. 

“Alright.” he said, straightening his posture on the seat. “How are you?” he asks. 

I chuckle and a smile forces itself onto my face. 

“I’m alright too, thanks for asking.” I say and he smiles. “You know this check-up is about you, not about me, right?” 

The corner of his mouth lifts up into a slight smirk. “Yeah, I know.” He says and I see myself in the reflection of his shades. 

“Do you mind if we take those off?” I ask, motioning to his sunglasses. “You can put them on again when we’re done.” 

He looks away and nods, taking them off and holding on to them. I smile. 

“Thanks.” 

I start with the check-up by examining his reflexes. The good old snapping next to the ears to see if they react. Everything worked well. 

Next, I need to check the eyes. I reach for the torch and then gently place my hand on the left side of his face to guide him to look towards me. 

I notice how his eyes widen as he watches me intently but lets me do what I need to. 

I turn on the torch to its weakest level and shine it in his right eye. He squints a little and his pupil shrinks. The other eye does the same. It’s healthy. I keep his head there while I put the torch away and I feel how his eyes continue to linger on me. 

I face him again, noticing that they are slightly red in the corners. Probably from lack of sleep. His eyes keep flicking back and forth, probably looking at mine but I refuse to let myself get distracted. Not that I didn’t want to. If I could I would sit down in his lap and stare into his eyes all day but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable because that would clearly be crossing the line and I would probably get fired. 

I smile, gently tapping his cheek with my fingertip in praise that it’s all good and I step away. 

“What happened to your face?” Mansk suddenly asks me and I remember the small scratch I have. 

I grin at the memory. “Me and a friend were messing around with paperwork and she threw some of it at me. It’s just a papercut, no biggie.” 

“Important paperwork?” he asks, smiling and looking up at me. 

“Don’t tell your Colonel or the General.” I slyly say and he chuckles, dropping his head and shaking it. 

I then scan over his braid, picking it up and checking whether everything is in its place. I pull it over his shoulder to make sure that it's still flexible like it should be. A Na’vi virus side effect is a stiff cord which is extremely painful, so luckily he doesn’t have that. 

He watches how my hand glides over his braid and has to suppress a shiver which I don’t notice. 

I move it down his queue and pinch the end of it gently while making sure he isn’t showing any signs of discomfort. The braid was very sensitive and it had to be handled gently or else it could potentially cause some disruption in the body. 

He stayed still so I examined the small strands that moved as if they had a life of their own. I didn’t touch them, I just looked. As long as they move, everything is fine. 

“Good, everything looks fine.” I say and flash him a reassuring smile before taking all the tools back to the cupboard. 

“You said your back hurt, right?” I ask him, to make sure I didn’t get it wrong. 

“Yeah.” 

“Did something happen?”

“Nah, I just slept badly.” 

I nod, writing it down. “Okay, then please remove your shirt and you can lie down over there.” 

He nods and I turn away to give him a little privacy just to keep everything comfortable as I finish my notes. I get out the oil that helps with cramps and sore muscles from the cupboard next to me while I hear him shuffling around and laying down. 

I turn around and walk to him with the bottle of oil in my hand. Since the mattress for him to lay on is the height of his waist, that makes it as tall as me so I have steps to climb on. 

Mansk turns his head to the side and grins. “You have steps?”

“Yep. We don’t talk about it.” I say, quickly shutting him down. 

“It’s cute.” he mumbles and the words make my heart race but I’m so in the character of the version of Y/N that doesn’t give a shit, that I can respond quickly. 

“I feel like a Chihuahua.” I say, making him chuckle again. 

I climb up and kneel next to him. Mansk is resting his head on his arms again and his tail is swaying around. 

“You have to keep your tail down for the next 20 minutes.” I say and he lifts his head. 

“Still too?” Mansk asks, seeming a little worried about that. The tail was hard for them to control. 

“No, just try to keep it flat down if possible.” I laugh and he drops his head in defeat before nodding. I knew he struggled to get it under control too.

He managed though and I climbed on top of him, placing my legs on either side of his waist. 

His tail was beneath me so I refused to sit down. Mansk’s ears were flattened back, focusing on me instead of pointing forwards. 

“Just relax now.” I say with a smile and he answers with a soft “Mhm”. 

I flick open the bottle, pouring some oil on my palm before rubbing it between both my hands to warm it up. 

I then place my hands on his bare back and notice him flinch a little. Goosebumps rise on his skin making me smile but I say nothing. 

I start working on his back, feeling his tense muscles and focusing on loosening them. 

As the minutes go by, Mansk grows more relaxed and lets his shoulder slump. 

(I made art for this :D click here)

Occasionally, he sighs and I smile because it makes me feel better about my work when I know that he isn’t uncomfortable or in pain. 

I start telling him about the crisis I had with paperwork this morning because I know Mansk prefers listening over talking and he also prefers listening over silence. 

So when I speak and rant, he listens and gives me his attention and it often helps me blow off some steam. Sometimes he adds things like nods or agreeing noises or even questions. 

“Why was the deadline at 2:00 in the morning?” he asks, it sounding like a mumble though because his head is between his arms. 

“Ask my bitch of a boss. Never giving us a normal time to do anything. That’s why your appointment is this late.” I complain and I feel him chuckle. 

I work my way up his back, not leaving out a single spot. Apparently, I found a good area because Mansk is now letting out a few groans and his ears have drooped to the side. 

The noises he is making hypnotise me and I can’t get enough of it. I’ve zoned out a few times already, daydreaming while massaging him. Mansk is now suppressing them and it makes me wonder whether I did something wrong or whether he felt a change in the atmosphere. 

I also noticed he was no longer as relaxed as before and I tried to redo what I had previously done to ease the tension but it didn’t work. 

That didn’t stop me from continuing though. We had a few minutes left and I was working on his shoulders right now. 

Suddenly, I felt something brush up against the back of my leg and turned to see that Mansk’s tail was no longer down on the mattress. 

I was about to say something about it when it suddenly caressed my hip and then seemed to try and wrap around my thigh. I froze for a split second, watching it move. 

Was he doing this on purpose or was his tail once again acting up against his will?

I tried ignoring it, speeding up the massage because we were almost done. Maybe Mansk fell asleep? 

Then, I felt his tail brush the inside of my thigh which was so close to my crotch and it made me jump. I suddenly grew extremely nervous and decided to stop. 

“Okay, you’re all done.” I say, being so thankful that I didn’t stutter and trip over my words. 

I climb off Mansk, putting the bottle of oil away and when I turn back to him, he hasn’t moved at all. 

“You can come down now.” I say, trying to encourage him to get up because his appointment is finished. Not that I had anyone after him, he was the last person.

He runs a hand over his face and suddenly he seems frustrated. 

“I uhm- I can’t… get up.” he says and his words confuse me. 

“Does it still hurt?” I ask and he shakes his head no but I’m already returning back to where I was before. 

“Is it the same spot as before?” I ask and Mansk shakes his head and starts to panic slightly but keeps his composure as I climb back on him, running my hands down his back.

I notice how tensed up he is but he doesn’t seem sore anymore. 

“I can prescribe you a cream to relieve muscle pain.” I say, looking over to my cabinet again. 

Little did I know, Mansk needed to be relieved in a different way and of something else. But he would never dare tell me. 

Mansk thought of you too highly. You were like an angel to him and he appreciated every second he got to spend with you. Yes, he had developed a crush but he was denying it even to himself. He didn’t want to ruin what you had. 

Even though his new body was difficult to deal with and he had to put up with it needing more attention, he wouldn’t ever touch himself to the thought of you or anything like that. In his head, you were too good for him. He knew that if he got up, you would visibly see what had formed in his pants and he would probably kill himself or lock himself away forever if you would see him as some creep. 

But all that holding back had the tension in him just build up and he was currently having a very hard time suppressing his feelings. 

I lift my left leg up, ready to climb off of him but suddenly his tail is around my thigh and it’s keeping me there. I don’t move, wondering whether it will let go but it stays still, just holding me there. 

“Mansk?” I ask and I notice his head is raised but he seems to be avoiding me. 

In the next second, the tail tugs me down and I land on Mansk. My weight is now fully seated on his lower back and- 

…the beginning of his tail is pressed up right against my clothed pussy. The contact makes my breath hitch and I watch the muscles on his back flex. He must feel it too. 

Then, his tail moves and I gasp. His ears shoot to where my noise came from and he is gripping the edge of the mattress so tightly his knuckles have turned white. 

The smell of you fills the air and Mansk is able to pick it up. It makes his pupils widen a little and he bares his fangs while fighting himself to not turn around and touch you. 

I start to imagine what could be going on and while I can’t see his expression nor pick up any scent, I can feel how the atmosphere completely changes. 

The shift leads me to a conclusion of why Mansk isn’t turning around and why he is so tense all of a sudden. But since I’m not sure, I don’t want to risk too much. 

However, I will act on it slightly because I can see that his body language confirms my hypothesis and I’m the expert in that after all. 

“Mansk.” I say, with my voice more confident now and no longer shaky. His ears twitch back before flattening out again. Yeah, he heard me. 

I lift myself up a little while his tail still holds on to me. 

“Turn around.” It almost sounds like an order and it seems to surprise him a little. This time he inhales a shaky breath. 

“But uh- I can’t I have-” 

“Do it now.” I add and I watch him swallow nervously before he complies. His tail becomes loose around my thigh and he slowly turns around, to lie on his back while I give him some space. 

His face is tainted with an embarrassed blush, his ears are once again strained back and he refuses to meet my eyes. He’s just staring down at himself and he looks almost ashamed and guilty. I follow his gaze, letting my eyes trace down his bare torso until I see his problem. And with that, my theory is indeed confirmed. 

Mansk had a boner and he was clearly embarrassed about it. 

I inhale sharply and my lips part. I don’t know what to say but seeing him worked up like this is really doing it for me. I just need to know whether he feels like this about me or whether his body is just messing with him again. 

I move back a little so that I’m not right above it. Mansk’s eyes flicker up while his cheeks continue to burn. 

“Is this for me?” I ask with a smirk. “Or is it your Avatar messing up?”

Finally, Mansk looks at me. He looks like a puppy that just did something bad and is in trouble. 

He’s been trying to come up with any plausible excuse to save himself from this situation but your words hinted at amusement and now he wasn’t sure whether he should lie to get out of this or see where it goes. 

I notice he is hesitant so I decide to give him a little push. I move up, now hovering over his torso and staring down at him. Mansk watches me with wide blown eyes and perked-forward ears. 

“Come on, you can tell me.” I smirk again, taking one hand and tracing it along his collarbone and down to his chest. He shivers beneath me and his expression is changing from being hypnotised to fighting himself. 

“If you don’t want to I will leave.” I say, wanting him to know he has the option to get out of this if I really have misinterpreted this whole situation. 

“No-” he breathes out and I watch how defeat floods him. He’s given up on holding back. 

“Y/N I love you.” he blurts out and his words take me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. I can see he’s still deeply blushing but he’s just staring at me like a lovestruck idiot at this point and I’m starting to love this. 

“Yeah?” I ask, raising an eyebrow while a grin forms on my face. 

“Yeah.” he almost whispers. His voice gave out for a split second and he sounds hoarse now. 

“How much?” I tease, letting my fingertips dance on his glistening skin. 

“So much.” 

I just watch him in amusement. Who knew a big man like him would be so whipped and desperate? 

“I need you so bad.” he adds and it almost sounds like a whine. Yep, he’s losing his barrier of being an emotionless and quiet soldier. 

I chuckle, wrapping my fingers around his dog tag and leaning down to him. 

“Magic word.” I say, thriving in the fact that I have so much control over him who is 3 times as big as me. 

“Please.” he whispers and I grin. I lean down, keeping our faces just mere millimetres apart and then Mansk leans his head up and connects our lips. 

I kiss him and rest my hands on his chest while his own start to wander my body. I let him touch my waist and face, but the rest will have to wait for later. 

His hand travels down my back and once it passes my hip I pull away and smack it lightly. Mansk retreats his hand and stares up at me. 

“Not yet.” I say and the words make him shiver again. 

I sit back on him and let my hands glide over his torso. 

Slowly I inch to the waistband on his pants and soon I am sitting on his upper thighs while his erection is straining his pants in front of me. 

Mansk leans on his forearms to watch me and I grin at him again. 

“Can I?” I ask, teasing his skin while dipping my fingertips beneath the fabric. He shakily sighs and nods his head. 

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah…” 

I slowly open and tug down his pants, thereby noticing he isn’t wearing a belt for once. I pull them down his thighs along with the underwear beneath and he sighs in slight relief when his erection is freed. 

This time I gulp, staring at the size of it. It’s so big it blows my mind. I might have to rethink my strategy here. 

Mansk notices and seems a little worried. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he tells me and it warms my heart but the longer I see him like this the more I need him inside me. 

“I want to.” I say, leaning forward and kissing him again. “You’re so beautiful.” 

His ears perk forward and I take note that he likes the praise. 

I then sit back again and wrap one hand around him. Mansk shudders and bites his lip and then I do the same with my other hand. 

I stroke him a few times to test the waters and it seems to be working because Mansk is falling apart. 

I smile to myself when I see how his mouth is hanging open a little and how his breathing gets heavier. He groans when I tighten my grip a little.

I lean down after collecting saliva on my tongue and lick over his tip. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and he tightly clutches his hands into fists again. I hear Mansk whimper and I continue to lick the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the slit where what I think is precum is forming. 

I lick a long stripe from the base to the top before I wrap my lips around his tip and suck on him. Mansk throws his head back and his body shakes. 

He’s been so desperate for your touch for so long and he refused to ever take care of himself or acknowledge it so now he’s so much more sensitive to you, he can’t help himself but already spill all over your hands. 

Mansk is cumming and I try to swallow everything I can but the white ropes of cum are spurting out on me and my hands, it’s a mess. 

He’s breathing heavily and I watch how his dick is throbbing in my hand. I myself and completely hypnotised by it and I wonder whether it’s going to go soft but it doesn’t. 

Mansk has his head tilted back while he steadies his breath before he looks back at me. 

“Can you do another round?” I ask, licking some cum off my hand and then licking my lips. The sight of that has Mansk feeling sure that he can do it. 

“Fuck yeah.” he breathily says and I grin. 

I sit back on my legs and pull my top over my head while he watches me with heart eyes. 

I throw it to the side and quickly, my bra joins it on the floor. Mansk is speechless, still unable to wrap his head around the fact that you are doing this here with him. 

My shorts and underwear are gone in the next second and Mansk sighs while letting his lust-drunk eyes rest on the newly exposed parts of your body. 

He sits up once I’m naked but he keeps his hands on the side, not sure whether he is allowed to touch me or whether I even want that. 

“You’re so cute.” I smile at him, sliding my hand over his head while one of my hands holds his cheek. 

His cheeks heat up even more and he can’t suppress the big smile that formed on his face. 

“Who’s making you blush this bad, huh?” I ask, in a teasing manner and he chuckles, dropping his head but doesn’t answer because we both know the answer. 

I lean forward and connect our lips once again. This time we are closer and I arch my bare chest into him. 

The make-out session is heavy and soon he builds up the confidence to touch me. It starts out small, with his fingertips lingering on my thigh. Then he holds my waist.

I grow impatient, wanting to feel more so I take his arm and wrap it all the way around me. Mansk presses me right against him, wanting to be as close to me as possible and he moves his kisses from my lips to my jaw before he starts to mark my neck in hickeys. I don’t even care if they will be visible, I need him more than anything right now. 

I run my hands along his shoulders, appreciating every part of his body that I can and then my fingertips reach his braid and I let my hand glide down it. Mansk sighs into the crook of my neck and I decide that I need to feel him now. 

I look down between us and grind myself down against him. He stops what he’s doing and relishes in the feeling before leaning back a little. 

I watch as his hand travels between our bodies and he rubs the inside of my thigh before gliding his finger over my pussy. I whine, forgetting how good it felt to be touched like that. Maybe I needed this just as much as he did. 

He was rubbing me and I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. 

Before long, he pushes his finger halfway into me and I tensed up. It was obviously much bigger than my fingers and already stretched my walls a little but I tried relaxing again. He carefully pulled it out and repeated this action, thrusting it in a little further each time. 

After a while, Mansk was fingering me knuckle-deep and then he added a second fingers and I held on tightly to his arm. 

“Fuck-” I whimper and he just leans down and presses his head against mine in a form of comfort. 

“You’re so pretty.” he whispers, making me blush. I hide my face by pressing it against his torso and he smiles. 

I finally start to relax and it feels good but just then Mansk pulls his fingers out of me. I watch as he puts them in his mouth and licks them clean and it makes my heart skip a beat. 

“God you taste amazing.” he groans, kissing my cheek before reaching for his dick which is almost pressing up against his stomach. 

I lift my waist up a little more and Mansk supports me by holding my hip. He lines himself up with me, pressing his tip against my entrance. 

“Go slow, please.” I say, a little worried about how it will feel. 

“Yes ma’am.” he smiles, pressing his forehead against mine and rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. 

Slowly I lower myself down and I feel the resistance. I adjust my position a little and push myself further down until finally, his tip pushes inside me. 

Mansk’s mouth drops open and he relishes in the feeling of how I’m hugging him. 

Even this would be fine with him. He just needs to make sure you feel good.

I clench my teeth together, stopping for a moment before letting myself sink down. The further inside me he goes the thicker he becomes and I’ve never felt anything like this before. 

Mansk isn’t pushing me down at all, he’s letting me go at my own pace. Meanwhile, his eyes are fluttering closed and he’s trying to gather all his self-control to not spill just from how tight you are around him now.

I don’t manage to bottom out but neither of us expected that. He hit my cervix with his tip and he was just a little over halfway inside me. 

I dig my nails into his skin, trying to fight back the discomfort and closing my eyes. Mansk notices and gets worried. 

“I’m sorry…” he softly says, guiltily looking at me to make sure I’m still okay. 

“Don’t be. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” I say and give him a smile before readjusting myself on him. 

“You feel so good.” he whimpers, cradling my body with one arm while holding himself up with the other. 

I smile, glad that I can please him. 

For the next two minutes, I just stay like that, needing to get used to him. 

After that, it doesn’t feel like such an intrusion and I nod. 

“It’s okay now.”I breathe out and his eyes shoot open and meet mine. He returns the nod and I slowly move up before letting myself sink down. 

I set a slow pace and know that I won’t manage to keep it for long. Luckily Mansk helps me out by guiding my movements. 

It starts feeling good and with time my legs turn to rubber and it’s Mansk who is moving me up and down his length. Both his hands are on my waist while mine rest on his shoulders and he’s effortlessly lifting me before pushing me down again. One would think that the person on top has control but that is definitely not the case. 

As soon as the first moan leaves my lips, it encourages Mansk to pick up the pace a little. 

His ears are once again strained back as he focuses on making us both feel good. 

My eyes are glossy because I’ve never felt so full in my life and he was managing to hit all the good spots inside me at once. 

“Mansk-” I moan, starting to feel hazy. “Don’t stop.” 

He hisses, your words making a volcano of butterflies erupt in his stomach. 

“Y/N- I can’t hold it much longer.” Mansk pants. 

“It’s okay, I’m almost there…” I reply, feeling the tension build up in my lower abdomen. His hand dives between our bodies again and suddenly his thumb is rubbing against my clit. 

I moan out his name again, letting my own head fall back while Mansk continues to fuck me down on him. 

I feel his dick twitch and his eyes close as he chases his high. It’s all too much for me and with the next thrust, he pushes me over the edge. 

My pussy clenches around him as if it weren’t already tight enough and it drives Mansk feral. He’s cumming right behind me, filling me up while I see stars. My body trembles while he presses us together again to keep us grounded in reality. 

I gasp for air, leaning against him for stability while his hot breath fans against my back. 

“Holy shit.” I whisper and he chuckles. I notice how his cum isn’t dripping out of me. That’s how tight it is for him. I feel a little sore now that the pleasure is gone but I remain close to him. 

We pull away a little and Mansk gazes into my eyes. He’s about to say something but I cut him off with a kiss. Of course, he doesn’t complain. 

When I pull back I smile, realising I’m in love with him too. He’s the best person I know here. Why not give it a shot?

“I think I love you too.” I whisper and my words make his eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting that either but it made him smile. 

“Let me take you out some time.”  he suggests and I giggle, looking down. 

“Sure.” I reply and Mansk pulls me into a hug. 

We clean ourselves up and he sets a day for the date. 

“See you tomorrow.” he says as he leaves. 

“Don’t be late!” I call after him with a grin. 

“I wouldn’t dare to. I’m meeting you.” he says, turning around with a grin. That was so cheesy it made me blush. Fuck.

This evening went much better than expected.

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[albertdabuttler]

Waited Too Long | F.W.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Harry Potter

pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: smut mixed with fluff. unprotected sex ‘cause she on the pill, filthy filthy nasty disgusting smut. BUT ALSO SOFT SEX YASS, praise kink, slight edging, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, p in v, breeding kink, size kink, kind of a switch situation, some sub Fred ;))

summary: Fred realizes he should have pleased you sooner.

WC: 4.5k

A/N: This is like my first completed fic so tell me if I did any good! Proofread but there’s probably still some mistakes. I will surely edit it later, sorry! Please let me know if you have any requests, I’ll be happy to write them <33 also enjoy, nasty fucks ;)

gif by me!!! 😏😏

NOT intended for minors! read at your own risk.

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You and Fred had been dating for about six months now. Nothing explicit or intimate has happened between you yet, but you have been dying for him to make some sort of move for the past two months.

Now of course Fred wants to do things with you too, but unfortunately he’s been too afraid you might not want him like that yet, or worse, you’ll be creeped out or uncomfortable.

A towel changed that.

You were in your dorm as usual on a Friday night drying yourself after taking a shower in your bathroom when you heard your dorm door open. Assuming it was just Angela or maybe even Hermione, you thought nothing of it.

Maybe two or three minutes had passed and you wrapped a towel around your chest in order to step out, not wanting to keep your friend waiting too long.

Opening the door, you saw an orangey red head on your bed and automatically knew it was Fred. But unlucky for you, he whipped his head around to look at you and all the blood from your body quickly rushed to your face, almost making you look purple.

“Erm- F-Fred!… What uh.. W-what are you doing here?..”

Fred’s mouth was slightly agape, and with no capability to show any emotion upon his face, he spoke.

“Erm.. I-I didn’t know you were… showering..”

He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on your face, but he couldn’t control how they ran lower onto your chest and then to your legs. He gulped as he shot them back up to your face.

A minute had passed full of the most awkward staring contest when he decided to speak up again.

“Uh I should probably-“ Fred began his sentence as he started to get up, his eyes still awkwardly on yours, and just your luck, you felt something slip out of place as your entire towel loosened over your body.

You had nearly no time to react due to your state of shock and embarrassment, and your towel fell to the floor.

“-go…” Fred finished his sentence as his eyes widened and ran over your breasts and onto your stomach, slowly trailing down to the one place you’d always wished for him to see and feel.

His jaw was on the floor as he kept staring at you until he realized how uncomfortable you must feel with his eyes all over your exposed body.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” his hands flew to his face to cover his eyes and he turned around.

“Fuck! I’m so embarrassed, I- you have no idea, I-I shouldn’t have kept looking, I’m so sorry!”

Fred uncovered his face and turned back around when he felt your tap on his shoulder.

His face became beet red when he saw you still didn’t have any clothes on.

“It’s okay Freddie, it’s not your fault… but I’ve been waiting too goddamn long for you to see me like this and I just can’t wait any longer.” You moved your arms up his chest and to the back if his neck

“Wait wh-“ Fred was cut off when he felt your lips on his, he closed his eyes and savored it, his hands running to your waist.

As you pulled away, he mumbled,

“Are you… Are you sure..?” he said nervously.

You leaned your forehead against his and whispered,

“Get on the bed, Freddie.”

There was a slight glint in his eyes as he heard the tone of command in your voice, like a dog getting excited for a treat after doing what his master told him.

You stood at the end of the bed, him against the headboard, waiting for your next wish.

“Strip.” You only looked at him with dark eyes now.

Quickly and clumsily, Fred pulled off his shirt and trousers and tossed them somewhere by the bed as he lied back down, a tent growing in his boxers.

You slowly climbed onto the bed with him, your body hovering right over his, causing his breath to hitch.

You planted a small kiss on his lips again, his eyes staying on yours as you spoke again.

“I said…”

A small gasp escaped his throat as you ran your hand down his torso and lower to his underwear.

“Strip.”

You tugged on the hem of his boxers and let go, causing them to smack back into place.

Leaning back, you watched Fred as he slowly leaned forward and tugged his boxers down, lifting his hips to pull them all the way off.

Your eyes moved to his dick as it sprang free, a small whimper escaping your lips.

Fred smirked to himself when he heard the sound.

Your hand moved down to touch yourself as you stared at Fred in this state, not realizing that you could just have him touch you himself.

A quiet gasp escaped you as you rubbed small circles over your own clit.

Fred enjoyed watching you touch yourself, it amused him how you didn’t even think of asking him to do it for you. His hands moved behind his head, a smirk splayed across his face.

Another moan came out of you as you slipped your finger in, causing Fred’s smirk to fade and whisper to himself, “Bloody hell.” His lip got caught between his teeth, his right hand moving to touch his now swollen and red cock.

But before he could even get within an inch of it, you spoke up, “No, Freddie, don’t you dare touch yourself.” Now you sounded like a hypocrite, but you didn’t care. A groan caught itself in his throat,

“Please?” he moaned. He was getting desperate. His cock really needed to be touched and relieved, hopefully by you. If not, he swore he could just cum on himself from the sounds you made.

“Mm- no.. No, Freddie.” you told him.

You removed your fingers from yourself and brought the slimy substance to his tip, slowly mixing it with his precum and running it up and down his length.

A long breathy moan fell from his mouth as his eyebrows knitted together, his eyes not moving from your hand. it was a different kind of feeling from his own hands, yours were slightly smaller and softer, and you knew exactly what to do to make him feel good.

“That-“ he cut himself off with a groan of your name when you ran your thumb over the tip. His head falling back with a thud as it hit the headboard.

“Ow.” He pulled his head back up, his eyes closed as he rubbed the back of his head with his left hand.

A chuckle erupted from your lips as you pulled your hand away from him, his eyes shot open at the loss of contact in slight disappointment, but smiled when he saw you laughing, fireworks exploding in his stomach.

His smile widened when your eyes met his. He only realized it just now how lucky he was to have you. How he didn’t even deserve you, but he had you.

He leaned forward and held you by your hands to pull you closer to him. With his left hand holding your right one, he brought it up to his mouth and licked a stripe from your palm to the tips of your fingers.

With his eyes still on yours and a small mischievous smile still on his lips, he put your fingers in his mouth, sucking all the juices off of them.

“We even taste good together.” He said lowly, that stupid smile still on his face.

A pink dusted your cheeks as he cupped them and pulled your face closer to his and kissed you.

It was soft and sweet, but still, you were desperate so you made it hot and passionate.

Fred let out a groan when he realized what you were doing.

None of this was really what he had in mind when he thought of your first time together. It’s ironic really, he wanted to take things slow with you, not pull you into anything you didn’t want to do.

But you wanted to go a little faster, rougher. Maybe because he’d taken too long. Otherwise you’d also be wanting to take things slow as well.

You moved your kisses to his jawline and slowly trailed them down to his neck. Looking for the one weak spot on it.

When you reached a spot right above his collarbone, a breath caught in his throat. That’s where you decided to leave a wet and sloppy kiss. Nipping and sucking on it caused Fred to whimper.

“Hey, honey you have no idea how you’re making me feel right now,” he spoke but it was breathy,

“Please stop teasing me.”

You smiled against his skin and pulled back to look at him. His eyebrows were slightly curved upwards, his mouth slightly open. But what stood out the most were those desperate, nervous puppy eyes. He was begging. With his eyes. Like a fucking dog.

A light scoff is all you let out, moving back to kiss the now red mark on his neck, then trailing back down his chest, kissing both his muscular pecks then moving lower to kiss each of his lightly defined abs.

When you got to his V-line, you couldn’t resist but to leave another mark, making a grunt come from Fred’s mouth.

“M-Fuck! Please, love, don’t do this. Don’t be like that,” his pleas meant nothing to you, you would give him what he wanted. Only after the teasing, since that what he did to you on a weekly basis.

Studying in either of your dorms, he’d occasionally be shirtless, his muscular body splayed all over your bed just for you to gawk at while you tried to write in your notes without breaking your quill.

Your kisses got closer to where he needed you to be, and a sigh of relief came from his lips when you moved your mouth close to the tip and wet your lips.

His eyes watched you, waiting for your next move.

Parting your lips, you opened enough to take him in your mouth, going as far down as you could without gagging, and you brought your right hand to squeeze his base as you sucked him off.

“Thank you, baby,” Fred sighed, “Makin’ me feel so good right now.”

Your hand began moving up and down, and twisting side to side.

Fred let out another hard breath and closed his eyes, slowly leaning his head back, so not to hit it against the headboard again and ruin the moment.

You began bobbing your head faster and Fred’s eyes shot open, they were on the ceiling, but he was seeing stars.

“Godric, honey, that’s so good! Oh my god you’re doing so fucking good.” he groaned, “You’re so perfect.” Fred moved his hand to your head to grab a fistfull of your hair, only resting it on top.

He tried to be slick, and subtly pushed your head down a little further as you moved it down, but you let go and brought your mouth back up to only the tip, swirling your tongue around it then moving off it with a ‘pop.’

“No, no, no! Please keep going, I was almost there,” he whimpered.

“You took far too long to touch me, Freddie, and now you want me to get you off so quickly?” you questioned,

“Look, I’m so sorry for that, love, I didn’t think you wanted to just yet, and I didn’t want to push you into it and make you think I’m some creep or pervert that just wants your body! I care about you too much to let you see me that way.”

There they were, the butterflies in your stomach, they came back because Fred actually cares about you. As a person, not an object.

You only stared at him in awe and he thought he said something wrong so he spoke up again.

“Okay… If you were really that desperate, lovely, you could have just told me and I would have tended to your needs. I would do anything for you.”

Groaning at him, you talked, “But it’s embarrassing! How could I tell you that I’m… horny… and make you think I’m a whore? No way! I tried hinting it to you Freddie…” You sighed, looking off into the corner of the room, about to reveal some serious secrets.

“You were just so damn oblivious. I would do that sighing thing when you and I were close, and yeah I know. Not that obvious. But.. I would literally squeeze my legs together when we would be studying… because you didn’t have a shirt on.. And you just looked so fucking hot and I just-” You stopped yourself as you realized you were rambling and continuously embarrassing yourself so you just stared at him for a reaction.

Fred only smiled. “You’ve been giving yourself relief right in front of me.. because i didn’t have a shirt on?” he scoffed and moved his head back, looking at you confused, but he wasn’t confused in the slightest.

“..Yes…” you spoke shyly.

He laughed lightly, “I- wow. I don’t know what to say.. How flattering?” he chuckled again.

You loved that sound. But he was being a prick. “Shut it!” you pulled your eyes down with your hands.

“I’m just teasing, love!” he laughed again,

“But hey… If it makes you feel any better… I’ve touched myself... while thinking about you…”

Your face turned a nice shade of crimson red.

“A lot.”

At this point you could pass out from the amount of blood going to your head.

“Let me make love to you tonight then, yeah?” he leaned over closer to you.

“And since I’ve made you wait so long, I’m going to give you so much.” he pulled you closer and whispered the next part in your ear,

“And you’re going to take all of it. Every last drop. You’re gonna come three times just for me.”

You could have sworn your heart stopped beating in your chest.

Fred pulled back to look you in the eyes,

“Sound good?”

All you could do was gulp and nod, but it wasn’t enough for Fred.

“Words, love, I need to hear that pretty voice.”

“Yes,” you answered,

“Yes what?”

“Yes, th-that sounds good Freddie…”

“Good. Now I’m gonna need you to lie down, princess.”

You did as you were told and immediately switched places with Fred.

He hovered over you, placing sweet kisses all over your face, making you smile, him pulling away to look at your lips, and smile himself, but it’s like it was just wiped off and he kissed your lips harder, moving his left hand to squeeze your waist.

You gasped and he took the advantage to slip his tongue into your mouth, slowly pushing it further to swirl it around yours. The taste of his own dick still in your mouth made his cock even harder than before.

“I can taste myself.” he mumbled into the kiss.

He bit your bottom lip and watched it smack back into place as he let go. Fred moved down, leaving small sweet kisses on your neck, starting from below your ear all the way down to your chest.

He brought his face back up to yours to kiss you on the lips one more time, then he looked down at your breasts.

“Fuck, so fucking pretty.” his lips moved down to your left breast and started leaving wet kisses all around it until he caught your nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking on it.

He stayed busy with that until he popped his mouth off it and swirled his tongue around it, his left hand playing and kneading your other breast.

Fred pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting you up. Of course, he left a mark on you before moving down and trailing kisses from the valley in between your tits to the spot right above where you wanted him to be so badly.

As he kneeled right in front of you, he began,

“You ready, honey?” he moved his face right in front of your pussy but his eyes were glued to yours.

“Yes, Freddie.” you whispered.

He smirked and ran his tongue from your slit all the way up to your clit and swirled his tongue around it, lightly biting it, earning the highest gasp to fall from your lips.

He slipped his tongue in and out, the flat of his tongue pressing onto your bundle of nerves once again.

Fred continued eating you out, also using the tip of his nose to help you finish quicker.

“Freddie!” you moaned as you felt the knot in your intestines tightening.

Fred groaned when he heard you say his name with that tone. The vibrations of his voice sending new and completely different waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“M’so close Fred! Almost there, please don’t stop!”

His hands pushed your legs further apart, squeezing your thighs as he basically fucked you with his tongue.

Your hips bucked up in a desperate attempt to get there faster and your hands moved to his fiery hair, tugging on it and guiding his mouth to help you come quicker.

The sting on his scalp from you pulling his hair made him growl lowly, and it helped you finally get there, but you held it in.

“Can I cum Freddie? Can you please let me cum?” you whimpered as you tried to hold it in,

“Of course, my love.” And with that, you let go, the juices spilling out of your pussy and Fred feeding on every last drop.

“You don’t have to ask me princess,” he smiled up at you, “you can come whenever you want.”

You smiled back at him, breathing heavily, almost out of breath. He leaned up, hoisting himself with his right hand and kissed you again, his soft lips saturated with your juices.

“No matter where I taste you, you’re so sweet.” Fred confessed.

He continued to kiss you, like he was intoxicated and couldn’t get enough, like you were a drug.

“Hey…” he began again, “you know I… absolutely love you right?” Fred really couldn’t wait any longer and he needed to tell you how he really felt about you.

You looked up at him, eyes wide until you heard your name again.

“I love you.”

Hearing it again helped it sink in more, and the smile finally start to grow on your face.

“You do?” you asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.” he smiled back, relieved that it didn’t ruin anything. “Yes, I love you.”

He said it again and you couldn’t help but pout at the cuteness. “I love you even more, Freddie.”

He scoffed, “Okay no, we’re not starting this argument now. Let me make you come again.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, particularly the last six.

Fred slid his left hand down your torso to your clit again, only brushing his fingers over it with no pressure, another high pitched gasp leaving your mouth as his face remained inches from yours.

He smirked when he heard the sound and moved his fingers down further to your hole.

“Merlin-“ you moaned as he started applying pressure, drawing small figure-8’s on your sensitive bud.

“Come on.” he whispered, “Say my name, baby.”

“Freddie” you murmured.

“Louder.” He spoke up this time, pushing his fingers into you without warning.

You let out a loud groan, “Freddie!” you finally yelped.

“That’s it, love. Scream my name.”

Fred continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, using his thumb to rub your clit. He kept his eyes on yours, not even looking at what he was doing but still doing an extraordinary job at pleasing you.

You came a little faster this time, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“I’m there, Freddie!“ you informed him,

“Just let go honey, it’s okay.”

And so you did, your liquids drenching Fred’s fingers and hand. He pulled his fingers out, a string of the slime sticking to his fingers and he smirked, proud of himself.

“Open up,” he brought his hand up to your mouth, urging for you to suck his fingers clean, and of course you obeyed. He pulled them out with a light ‘pop,’ and you sighed, out of breath again.

“So good, Freddie.” you kept breathing hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Now my cock has been aching to be inside of you all this time,” he pushed you against the bed, laying you down in the middle, moved himself to crawl and hover right over you, “do you think you can take it?”

You looked down, his dick was probably harder than before and it was swollen with all the blood rushed to it. You hoped it wouldn’t rip you in half from its size.

“Yes Freddie, give it to me.” you told him.

He smirked again, “Kinky.”

His lips met yours one more time as he moved his left hand down to grab his tip and slide it up and down your slick.

“Don’t-! Fucking tease me.” you told him, he chuckled at the sudden outburst.

“Fine.” he looked at you, his dumb lopsided smile still on his face for you.

“Ready?” he asked again.

“Always ready for you, Fred.”

Fred took that as his queue to start pushing into you. Even starting off slow, he managed to make you moan, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, trying not to claw his skin off.

“That’s okay, love, scratch me up, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

You took no second thought and immediately dug your nails into his shoulders making him hiss.

“Fuck,” he cursed not only from the pain on his shoulders but the tightness around his cock.

“You’re.. So tight… You’re so damn tight princess, so perfect.” He pushed himself all the way into you, waiting for you to tell him it was okay to move.

“You ever think.. maybe you just have a big dick, and everything is tight?” you joked,

“I’m not that self absorbed, hon” he told you.

The small nod of your head told him he could move. He began moving in and out at a slow pace, getting himself used to how you felt around him, until he remembered he wanted to make you come again so he picked up his pace a little more.

“Freddie! That’s so good!” you whimpered again.

“It should be,” he said, “Pretty, you’re so tight, I don’t think I’ll last that long,” he grunted.

He put his lips on yours as his hips kept hitting your sweet spot, causing the kiss to be really sloppy, but he couldn’t care less.

He brought himself closer to the edge as your hands moved to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair, finally letting moans fall from his mouth into yours, but he was determined to have you finish before him.

“M’getting close-“ he told you,

“Then let go, Freddie.”

“Mm, no,” he pulled away from the kiss, still thrusting into you at a smooth pace, heavy breaths falling from his lips from pleasure and tiredness.

“Not until you come first.” He tried to go faster but it didn’t last long and he eventually fell on top of you from the same tiredness, yet he was still inside you.

You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly, his hair being damp from sweat, and heard him talk against your skin.

“I’m sorry”

You let out a tsk and flipped you both over so you were on top.

“Better?” you asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up his shaft, holding onto his chest for balance.

It didn’t take much for you to start bouncing on him, his hands flying to your hips squeezing them, most likely leaving bruises.

You watched his face as you moved, brows knitted together, his eyes rolled back and closed while his mouth formed and ‘O’ shape.

A long breathy moan came from him, and you felt yourself getting closer, wanting to get there faster but not knowing what else to do.

Fred saw this and moved his right hand to rub small circles on your clit to get you there faster.

“Almost there,” you said, still watching him as you bounced on him.

He watched your face and moved to your lips, then back down to your breasts, he was mesmerized by the way they moved up and down, and whimpered at the sight of you getting off on him.

You were finally at the edge, literally riding out your high on Fred as he helped you with his thumb. You came for the third time now without warning him, but kept on going just so he could finish.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m almost there-“

“Just fill me up Freddie!” you moaned, and Fred couldn’t hold it in any longer, ropes of his cum shooting inside you, making you scream his name again, and him to let out a satisfying high pitched moan. You helped him ride out his high and collapsed on his glistening sweaty chest.

You both sat there out of breath and in awe, his left hand caressing your back.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had and probably will ever have.” you said.

“Only with me, baby,” he replied as he smiled down at you, flipping you two over again in order to pull out and get up, the sensitivity in the two of you made you both lightly whimper as he pulled out a little too quick.

Fred walked to the bathroom and got a small towel wet with warm water, and came back to clean you two up.

“M’so glad I could make you come three times for me.” he chuckled mostly to himself.

“I love you.” you said

He smiled and looked back at you “I also may have made that shower you just took a complete waste, but I assure you, lovely, I love you too.” he smiled goofily as he put the towel away, coming back to lay his head on your chest, you running your hands through his orange hair.

“And I will, for as long as I live.”

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a/n: that’s all folks 😪 might make a part 2 tho, thank you for reading!!!

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ROTTMNT Movie: Why Cassandra’s absence unnecessarily hurt their characters and the Mother-Son narrative on several layers.

I’m gonna be really honest here, I do not understand why Cassandra had to be almost entirely cut out of the movie. Baron Draxum for example and other Rise exclusive characters being held back, because Nickelodeon wanted the movie to be as watchable even for Turtle fans not familiar with the changes Rise made? That I get.

But there is no reason to exclude Cassandra too, the same rules do not apply to her and Rise was very much aware of that and played it to their advantage in the show.

Because one of the main reasons why having introduced and keeping her for so long as nameless “Foot recruit”, only to drop the Casey Jones twist right at the end, worked as well as it did WAS because the narrative deliberately played with the fans assumption for her to be KARAI. They cleverly never denied it but also never pretended like she was, so when then in s2 we met the actual Rise Karai we kinda got the rug pulled from under our feet but at the same time.. not at all.

We assumed she’d be Karai, but in retrospective its easy enough to accept that this assumption was on US. Not every mayor foot clan female character automatically HAS to be Karai.

So we met the real Karai, which took down the first barrier for Cassandras reveal, and this opened up the opportunity later on when we hear her stating her name to go: “Huh, right. Why DID I expect for her to not have a legit name besides Foot recruit? Of course she would have a fucking name! And she’s been an absolute ball of chaos and stubbornness the ENTIRE time, her having been Rise Casey Jones the entire time actually checks out.. surprisingly well enough. Damn!”

The show had this entire narrative spiel, cleverly playing with the fans assumptions, to make it easier for everyone to accept and love this “new” female character. So literally, why the hell was she cut out of the movie? Just do the same thing on a smaller scale.

People who are unfamiliar with Rise and her identity would have once again automatically assumed she is Karai. Just do the name trick again and they’d been good to include her at least somewhat in the movie as long as she and Casey are kept apart until Casey drops the bomb in the end. She wouldn’t even have to be there for it either; play the ending the same as it happened in the movie we got, but INCLUDE HER in the plot. Even if it obviously cant be to a large extent, but still.

One moment I especially liked in the Movie was when Casey told the horrifying doomsday story he heard as a child. And while the moment of course also works on itsown, I like how there is a not at all far-fetched interpretation hidden here that it wasn’t actually a cultural thing to pass down the story of the event like THIS, since the story’s wording resemble Cassandra’s speech pattern ALOT:

Disclaimer: I’m not saying Cassandra deliberately traumatized her own son or that the concept of it is somehow funny. I am NOT.

So even if Cassandra had only been allowed to be part of a subplot, so she and her son Casey dont met for the end reveal, it actually would have been fine by me. I would have gotten the story reason behind it and that when Cassandra has the Rise show for herself its fine to give her son the bigger role in the movie while she has a subplot. Especially with one or two more scenes like the above so the viewers can connect even more details about him to them ACTIVELY having had a dynamic in the future. Then yeah, I’d be 100% cool and down with that.

But simply not with the way the final version of the movie went about it, no matter whose fault that is.

Cassandra is a major representing character of the Rise show, she should have been there. And you straight up had the most picture-perfect narrative deception with the is-she-Karai?-thing you already successfully pulled off in the show for a similar enough Casey Jones related reveal – just fucking do it again, please! What was the issue here??

There are even more narrative issues that her absence creates in my eyes regarding the existence of the male Casey Jones now. But not in the sense that I think he isnt supposed to exist, but in the sense that so. much. narrative disconnection between them right now was most likely not EVER supposed to be created. It even had the potential to literally fix almost everything from my perspective :/

So let me talk about boy-Casey and his role in the movie for a sec.

(Oh, but first: His design is damn GREAT! This crew knows how to (re)design these characters <3)

Casey himself in the movie as a character has honestly nothing for me to criticize on. The only thing I would normally bring up regarding his personality here is the fact that this version of Casey has lost most of his usual edge and spunk, which he is normally characterized with in the TMNT franchise. But truth be told, its not that big of a deal.

Casey Jones serves very well as the new self-insert character the viewer can hold onto and explore the journey with. He is mostly the straight-man deuteragonist paired up with Leo as one of the two main vehicles of the narrative (the first two characters we see in the movie), so Leo doesn’t have to give up his flawed Rise-personality as the main character now in the movie so HIS plot and character arc works. This is very well done, and for all it is its nice that they decided to go with a character Turtle fans are already familiar with but also one who hasn’t been part if this shows universe.. in the form we see him here (more on that in a bit).

This is actually a great choice being made here, because it simply means the crew once again KNEW that by using a well known character of this franchises long history they can use a trick to 1) save important time they would have otherwise needed to “waste” on introducing us to an unnecessarily completely new character for this movie; and 2) they also wouldn’t have to give an already well-established Rise character the straight-man treatment out of the sudden, which would have stripped them off their personality just for Leo’s sake.

Look, this Casey is nothing too special character wise. That isn’t actual criticism or character bashing, that’s his role as a narrative tool. His purpose is to be kinda…well.. bland and generic so the actual Rise characters don’t have to be. Although, wait. I want to point out one moment!

First time watching this movie in English (I normally watch it for the most part in German, my native language. Awesome Dub) I LEGIT lost my shit at how fucking DISGUSTED Casey sounded for this line. Its so brutal and I love it. This scene in general gave Casey a lot of needed edge even as the straight-man. But DUDE. I did NOT expect him to just verbally murder Leonardo right here. A+ voice acting. Haley Joel Osment, Sir, chapeau. xD

I like the cleverness in how the writers used boy Casey Jones’ character with and I honestly came around to respect it a lot more than I initially expected. He does not really have alot of the core character traits that the Casey Jones character normally is characterized with (just enough to get by), but theoretically speaking these specific circumstances totally would have allowed to just give this exception a free pass.

Its fine.

But

This is unfortunately where we come back to Cassandra Jones. Because fact is: Cassandra is a well established character in the Rise universe, she WAS officially stated to be this shows version of Casey Jones and she was even acknowledged, by her SON Casey, while the movie shows pictures of her showing off her personality.

And it is this acknowledgment of her, ESPECIALLY when you take her personality into concideration (which the movie DID through the following photos), that I have a gripe with.

Because buddy, that right HERE was the fucking solution to new boy-Casey Jones having to sacrifice most of his usual brunt personality traits for the narratives sake. His MOTHER, Cassandra Jones: This universes actual version of Casey; was running around showing off the exact character traits her son COULDN’T HAVE: Brash, chaotic, rude, loud and impulsive.

If BOTH had been characters in the movie they would have filled in the narrative “shortcommings” for the each other (you know how I mean this), creating a perfectly round Jones picture. THIS is allowed in story telling - even encouraged when done properly, to naturally expand a character’s identity or family. And the way it could have had been executed in the movie through this mother-son pair I would have applauded with a standing ovation for at least a solid month.

NOT having Cassandra in the movie was a WASTE on more than one mere level.

So I’m asking AGAIN: What excuse is there for Cassandra to not be included? Because in my eyes it gets harder and harder to find any other reason for Cass’ exclusion than higher up executives simply demanding it out of sexist reasons.

Rise’s Mother-and-Son-Jones pair literally would have had created a honestly remarkably well executed BRIDGE to expand the Casey Jones character in a way that would have 1) taken care of the criticisms Cassandra’s character reveal has received, and 2) created a solid opportunity through an ON SCREEN STORY with both of these Casey’s here, that would have increased the chances of Cassandra’s character being taken over to future TMNT incarnations.

Because Rise would (and to be fair, DID, but only to lesser degrees now) established her as a flexible JONES character that can be both: CASEY Jones and CASSANDRA Jones; his mother who has her own personality, function and PLACE in the TMNT story: The Foot Clan.

This wasnt just GOOD for her character, that was fucking brilliant!

I truly understand that there are Cassandra fans who are justifiably upset that this movie took away the ballsy milestone of insisting that “No, the Rise Casey Jones is this unique and very different FEMALE character.” The movie indeed caused damage here as one can VERY clearly see in the rottmnt tags. Cassandra has been replaced as the Rise Casey for the standard one for ALOT of fans (not even necessarily with malicious intentions) and certainly the fact that she has not been part of the movie AT ALL “in person” made this divide much bigger than it ever should have become. I mean, damn, quite alot of people dont even includer her in the picture of his present FAMILY. Thats his MOTHER and the teams friend!

Cassandra fans are allowed to be pissed about that. And before the movie aired, I definitely was one of them who didnt wanted the classic Casey there at all. 

But now looking at the narrative puzzle pieces I have in front of me? I did change my mind, because I will be real – Yes, I make a lot of theorise and I like analysing and figuring out narrative/plot potential but the Cassandra & Casey stuff in Rise just checks out WAY too well for me. Looking at it on a broader scale I don’t want to give my train of thought here unnecessary discredit by only making it into a complaint.

The Rise show has proven time and time again that they truly LOVE this franchise and these characters, and that they DO know what they are doing. They are unfortunately often held back by instructions they have been given by their higher ups. As convenient of an excuse as that may sound like…buddy, that’s how it is. You think creators have free reign??

For me personally, THIS is how I see and accept the Cassandra-Casey situation in Rise. As a genuine (and honestly clever as fuck) attempt from the creators to not only massively expand the Casey Jones character into completely new directions for the future - because let me make one thing clear: if there has always been ONE major character in the franchise, who has the most potential in the way they COULD be used through their loose-footing in the TMNT’s core story and cast, ITS CASEY JONES -

It was also one HELL of a risk being taken to play the long-game and basically manipulate your audience TWICE using their expectations regarding her, to be able to open the door for Casey in future instalments to also have Cassandra as a rounded and liked MOTHER character. A character who can even come back unrelated to the male Casey Jones character or AS Casey Jones herself.

I can fuck with that in respect.

(Gosh, look at them, this is so GOOD! I’m so damn mad about this, dont touch me)

I only wished that Cassandra could have had properly been IN the Rise movie to really cement her as a this flexible character option for the future. Because unfortunately it IS quite an important factor to SEE and FEEL Cassandra and Casey at least SOMEWHAT together on the story screen. To properly make that narrative connection as a viewer so the story possibilities, implications, differences but most importantly CONNECTIONS of the two character variations can actually be truly TAKEN IN.

For all it is right now, these ARE open doors future incarnations can use however they want.. but its more on PAPER/ in the subtext than straight up explored on screen for the fans to connect and get attached to for real (I mean I did get attached as hell to their potential Mother-Son dynamic, but I’m well aware the way I consume media doesnt exactly represent the general masses lol)

I hope with all of my heart that Rise gets a season 3 because of this movie just for Cassandras sake alone. I WANT that Rise gets the necessary chance to properly use Cassandra as both: the Casey Jones character (since she IS still stated to be the official Rise Casey) AND as her own character Cassandra Jones, boy Casey’s mother who was originally part of the Foot Clan.

Make her the best of both worlds, even if it costed Rise the milestone of having a straight up exclusively female Casey Jones. The long-term possibilities for Cassandra to have higher chances of RETURNING in other incarnations- so for her character to survive longer than just being in Rise- are just too damn good to pass on. THIS I can fucking respect.

But FUCK whoever forbit the crew to include Cassandra in the Rise movie when there where SO MANY (even just straight up LOGICAL narrative/plot) reasons for her to be there.

I refuse to believe that this is a coincidence. That the one time Casey Jones is used as a straight-man character who lacks his signature roughness it just so happens to be in the one version where a second (already established) Casey Jones (the creators had to fight for) is running around. Who HAS the exact personality traits he was stripped off and who happens to be his MOTHER who can surprisingly still very much stand alone as her OWN character even WITH her son around…

I’m not buying this bullshit. There was one hell of a long-term plan here by the crew and some asshole in power said “no”.

And THIS I’m criticizing. Not Cassandra. Not Casey.

THIS bullshit.

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Oh screw it, I’ll risk it: About the fan reactions to Gabriel not having known that wearing several Miraculous’ is fatally dangerous

I honestly don't vibe at all with the current attitude going around that in "Evolution" Ladybug did a 'not required act of mercy' when she informed Monarque about the dangers of wearing 15 miraculous at the same time (clarification tho: Marinette saying it IS worthy of due credit, she is upholding a moral responsibility of her hero job and its something noone else has done. It's the Fandom reaction I see over and over again I absolutely don't fuck with).

It just really doesn't sit right with me that seemingly so many people legitimately think that any of our HEROS are entitled to withhold such a crucial information from the villain when it literally regards a human beings sanity, humanity and LIFE. No matter how god damn awful he is and that he was the one starting this war. He’s the villain, HIM acting like one isnt the moral standart, that should be the HEROS.

But just to clarify first: Its not the takes of people who just enjoy to see Gabe (the fictional character) get fucked up for an episode, but still treat the situation with at least SOME of the appropriate gravity, that I’m criticizing here. Its the ones who legitimately think this is rightful and moral justice our heros are entitled to, and that even so much as having mentioned it towards him was a saint-like deed that didnt needed to be done- THATS where all my alarm bells go off (AGAIN).

Because that's just morally despicable to me and in my opinion it's not only VERY MUCH an automatically obligated responsibility of a hero (so not just Ladybug, this regards ALL the heros. Chat Noir, Rena Rouge and everyone else) but truth be told.. in my eyes, this information being mentioned to Hawkmoth from our heros side is already loooooooooooong overdue since the beginning of s4.

In my opinion, the moment our heros found out at the beginning of season 4 that Hawkmoth has been starting to wear the Peacock miraculous himself it automatically became a moral obligation for any of them to make sure that ShadowMoth to 100% KNOWS that even wearing TWO miraculous fucks badly with your mind. For me this is not up for debate. Villains being fuck awful doesn't give heros a free pass for acting amoral themselves. This is also not a situation where “but they assumed” is excusing anything since the consequences are too fatal for that and too many people (besides Gabriel himself) end up in the crossfire.

Look, I'm not going to hold a speech now on ✨seeing the best 🤩 in everyone! ✨giving second chances 🤗 ✨out of the purness of our hearts 💖✨ because that's the right ✔️ and good💁🏼‍♀️✨ thing to do! 💪✨

And I'm also not going to tell you that I think that our teenage heros are obligated to ✨save✨ this toxic garbage can of a grown ass man. No of course fucking not.

Our teenage heros are NOT horrible people because of this - in fact, in my eyes the context of s1-s3 may have had our heros unfortunately assume too much that Hawkmoth KNOWS about the danger. Because of Mayuras involvement, and the heros not knowing that there was a DIFFERENT reason for why Hawkmoth hasn't worn the Peacock for so long himself - but this simply highlights one factor in the narrative that “Multiplication” interestingly enough even brought up:

The question of why tf children are fighting this war against the grown ass man. Because of course are children more likely to look at the way the evil side used their miraculouses and think “Well, apparently Hawkmoth knows about the danger and is now just risking it”, whereas an adult would perhaps have approached this like: “ ...IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII am just gonna mention it just to be sure or just throw it in his face that he isnt as invincible as he thinks he is when he continues like that. I’m gonna clarify this at least for the record so whatever happens afterwards is that asshats own fault, my responsibility is done”

So when Marinette asks Monarque in “Evolution”: Didn’t you know that it was dangerous to use a bunch of Miraculous at once?” (and I hope this line also is a question in the french original) this is not one of our heros “being boundlessly merciful, doing a good deed she didnt HAD to do”, this question hightlights one seriously neglected moral aspect that just wasnt taken care of because children are made to fight this war against an adult, so its no wonder they’d never concidered needing to tell Hawkmoth. Doesnt mean its something positive now that he never knew! That’s not comeuppance, thats just sadistic in the way people celebrate and glorify this (as per usual).

The villain was stripped off his choice and agency regarding if he really wants to risk turning himself into a full blown monster with no way to return. Gabriel was stripped of his agency and choice to do the right thing, something “Evolution” ALSO brought up again from the Heros Day:

Thats NOT good! He and Nathalie were at another crossroad of destiny but couldnt make the choice if risking him possibly ending up becoming so unhinged by the miraculouses influence, his plans crossing lines he previously hesitated or refused to cross, or him ending up taking it out in his civilian life which doesnt have a miraculous ladybug cure, is actually still worth their mission (all things that btw happened with s4). Because I would definitely make the argument that, if they had known, NATHALIE at least would have had insisted on him not wearing it all the time to take care of himself.

There were absolutely a couple of choices here these two could have made in this regard and while it isn't our teenage heros fault per se that this agency was taken away from the villains, it still doesn't change the fact that the villains HAVING this information could have very much have been a game changer. Gabriel and Nathalie are humans, that can't just be disregarded from the moral question. Especially not when disregarding that puts other INNOCENT people in even MORE danger!

No, villains aren't owed jackshit, but if the danger situation they create can be solved more peacefully and civil then in my opinion it is anything but "rightfully justified" for the good guys to instead rather insist on sending them to hell consumed by madness.

At the Heros day Ladybug gave illusion Hawkmoth the choice to redeem himself but it wasn't actually Gabriel it's was an akumatized LILA (once again, a CHILD) and now the villains never had the needed information to make the proper choice if they wanna continue their path, under these VERY DIFFERENT circumstances. Yes, they're fuck awful people but this ain't right either.Not even in the slightest. Nathalie at least made the choice of wearing the Peacock while KNOWING that it would harm her, and the show properly acknowledges that accountability:

And yes, Gabriel decided against his mission in “Evolution” and AFTER Ladybug told him of the dangers. And by all means, for that he can be dunked on however this fandom likes since then he DID have the information and could at least still somewhat properly put that in perspective. That's fine by me, roast away.

But there’s also a hook in the situation now isn't there? Cause Gabriel has already worn TWO Miraculous for an entire season without knowing thats harmful AND he is already wearing 15 (!) Miraculous for a bit when he is finally told.

So for all it is (and tbh, thats ALOT), this information is simply, already too late to not have affected Gabriels decision in "Evolution".

One entire season too late that sealed this man’s and his FAMILY’S fate.

Yes, he did it himself and noone put a gun on his head, but that isnt the moral aspect in this im talking about. If Gabriel hadnt crossed that line without this excessive Miraculous mind influence he wasnt aware of, then I’m sorry, I can hate this man however the fuck I want, in my book this influence nooone warned him about in an entire season is to be taken into concideration. Yes, I would also be saying this about any other villain because I’m not demanding for them to be saved, I merely want the unfortunate morality factors in their fates to be acknowledge (Like, if you think Azula from Avatar the last Airbender is merely a one-note evil and NOT a tragic villain, or Catra and Hordak from She-Ra deserve no ending towards redemption, I can give you a solid piece of my mind)

Immense harm upon a human being out of control has already been done through this assumtion of him having known. This has made him even worse and now he’s walking right into his damnattion, lost in his madness and willing to drag the world with him. I see nothing good or morally RIGHT in this:

Gabriel is done for in the most dehumanizing, painful and awful way; and no matter how much I agree that this man is a toxic, abusive scumbag and deserves to be locked up in a prison cell for the rest of his life, the punishments people are talking about are STILL no fate to be celebrated with such... genuine entitlement for self-proclaimed “rightful” vengeance/ comeuppance in the form of just letting him spiral down even further, ending up a broken and deranged shadow of a person and all alone with nothing and noone left. 

So yeah, I don't fuck at all with the continously returning take that Ladybug, Chat Noir (aka any hero) apparently held the RIGHT to act as moralities harsh fist of justice/vengeance and let it happen that this other human being maybe even unknowningly screws his own mind up, turning himself into a monster to a degree not even HE might ever wanted to become. This is NOT a suitable punishment and its very clearly reveange porn on an extreme level that is just more tolerated fandom-wise after s4 because its the white, male, adult villain, even though the initial GOAL in the show is to defeat Hawkmoth so Paris is safe once more.

Taking the man who has become a monster and taking joy in letting this human being fall into the darkest pits of his madness while undoing his personhood as “deserved punishment thats supposed to LAST” is disgusting. Just put a bullet between his eyes, empty 10 more rounds of ammo in his corpse and let his fashion empire vanish into the lost pages of history, that would be more merciful and heroric then the former.

Its beyond unethical. Heros are not supposed to be executioners or torturers and the way some people are genuinely straight-up serious about that is just.. something to behold (And I purposfully didnt even touch upon the morality behind what people are making ADRIEN do. Of course, once AGAIN without Adrien even being allowed to know that Monarque is his FATHER). Heros aren't justified or entitled to let their villain destroy themselves in such a long-term, painful and dehumanizing process of undoing their sanity. Heros are supposed to be good people and BETTER than the villain they have defeated.