#394.ask

[394hq]

Grant Gustin or Ezra Miller for the flash?

Grant! Ezra's actually on our banned fc list that you can find here. Also on the grounds that Grant is adorable.

[akookminsupporter]

i want an osssttttttt 😭😂😂 but it’s so nice hearing their music over clips of them ahah

An OST would be incredible, but it's cool to hear the songs from their solo albums on the show. I wonder how long ago they edited the show or the trailers.

[daily-ethoslab]

[394] my day will be so awful.. then boom etho upload

[tinyshinysylveon]

So togachako is a bi4bi?

i meannn anon, kinda felt self explanatory with the recent chap leaks 👀 ochaco started the confession first too

[haleigh-sloth]

Honestly this final arc has taught me to trust Hori because he gives closure but not in the way that fandom predicts. And I think its because he tends to go for like, complicated emotions rather than edge. like seeing Enji and his wife and kids all sprawled out with third degree burns really emphasises how the whole todofam drama could have been avoided, like there's no "satisfaction" bc how can it be? And the Toga/Twice/Hawks stuff will fit that model I think.

I agree

Like there is satisfaction in areas but not in ways that we originally thought, OR maybe it's not that we won't get it it's just that we get it at a different time we least expect.

I just keep remembering things like....waiting for the kids to talk about saving the villains since all 3 of them were thinking about it, it taking a long time to get to it, eventually giving up on that, and then IT HAPPENED. Shouto made dinner plans, Ocha and Izu both talked about their conflicted feelings. It all happened, just differently than what a lot of us originally predicted.

Shouto and Touya, currently the satisfaction is that Touya didn't get what his feelings of rage, jealousy, and hurt told him he wanted. The satisfaction is that they're all there together and alive. The satisfaction is that the victory goes to Shouto and not Enji. The lack of closure to me feels like something we will have to get later, because it's not ideal to get it currently.

Toga! There is a lot of satisfaction toward her character on a personal level, but there isn't on the "revenge for Twice" front. It makes sense, because avenging Twice means pushing her salvation further and further back. And she was avenging Twice in a way by using his blood, but look what good that did her. It didn't make her feel better even a little bit. Her love for her friends in the LOV didn't save her. The acceptance and the refuting of the idea that she's a deviant with a demented smile that she should hide from everyone is what saved her. There's satisfaction in one area while there's an empty hole in another.

Hawks is in his suffering era so the satisfaction from his arc will take more work to get to I think.

But yes I agree. Hori hasn't let me down yet. I keep saying that but it's true.

[saltytearsofjoy]

SHE. CALLED. HER CUTE

[deeisace]

I fully can't get over how Allen was registered as Brian's father - in 1948! That's incredible!

I mean, I know he was re-registered as a man, as male, such the newspaper article said, but I didn't think that in 1948 that would mean -- I mean, that's still a fight people are actively uhh fighting today, never mind 75 years ago

But I spose - he's a man, he's got the paperwork if needed and he's wearing trousers, and he's her husband, so why would some hospital doctor or district nurse question it at all

Or, it's like how my dad is registered as "informant" instead of "father", because the forms can be filled in whenever I guess, so long as you name the child within a certain time (my stepdad got letters about his son, asking why haven't you named your kid yet we'll take legal action or whatever) - my dad did it that way because he was already thinking about not paying child support, but I suppose it could easily be done the other way round, especially in 1948

[cheriladycl01]

My boyfriend the Bad Guy- Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader

Plot: Oscar surprises you in a class that you’re covering for on a day before a race weekend.

“Okay guys so Mrs Copani won’t be here for the rest of term, but that means I get to teach you guys all about … the rainforest!” You exclaim to the young children in your class. You were currently covering for a school in your district whose teacher went on maternity leave, it was your first job as a teacher rather than a teaching assistant because you were so young.

“Now, this project will be very fun! We’re going to do lots of arts and crafts and at the end of term Headmaster Kelvin has organised a trip” you tell them excitedly and they all start chatting!

“We’re going to a rainforest!” One of them exclaims.

“My mum says they’re a long way from us!” Another chips in.

“Are we going far for this trip?” Another asks a little confused.

“Okay okay settle down! Now you’ll learn that Chloe is right and that there aren’t any rainforests near us. The closest one would be Africa, and I can’t take you guys all the way there … but in the UK we have a place where they have these biome pods called the Eden Project so we’re going to take you there” you explain and they all nod.

“Okay so let’s start on some facts about the rainforest. Does anyone know anything about the rainforest that they can tell me!” You ask.

“It rains a lot!” Dylan shouts and you nod.

“That’s right! It’s helps that its in the name right? But rainforests have a lot of warm humid rain all year round. 79-394 inches. High for comparison is about the height of a tree!” You exclaim and gaze round seeing the fascinated look on all the kids faces.

That was your favourite part of teaching!

“And when you look at a rainforest … like this one” you say getting up a picture of one of the interactive whiteboard. “What do you see!” You ask looking around the classroom.

“Lots or Green” AJ shouts and everyone agrees.

“Mmmmm that’s very true. And what is all that greenery, some of you might have them in your garden at home! We have some in the gardens here and Miss Y/L/N has a few on her classroom windowsill” you offer helpfully, a girl raises her hand.

“Gabby?”

“Plants Miss!” She squeals and you nod with a smile on your face.

“Very good! Now the rainforest is very important as even though only 10% of earth is made up of rainforests … it has the most plants and animals there which helps us” you smile.

“Why miss?” Connor calls out and you smile.

“The trees around us, even the ones here release something out of them that go into our atmosphere and it turn it helps us breath. That’s why trees are so important and it’s why when we use paper, we always ….” You pause waiting for them to finish your common phrase.

“Recycle it” they all giggle and you nod.

“That’s right!” You smile at them all.

“Okay now when you all have a cold what does you mum and dad give you to make you feel all better?” You ask walking around the room.

“Matt” you say seeing the boys hand raised.

“Medicine!” He cries out in joy.

“Lots of those medicines come from the rainforest, that’s why it’s important we preserve it!” You teach them, you could never be to young to teach about protecting the planet.

“What’s preserve?” One of them asks with their head cocked to the side.

“Hmmmm that’s a difficult word to describe. Okay so let’s pretend you guys are … the Avengers” you grin and they all gasp happily.

“I wanna be Captain America”

“I’ll be Thor”

“I want to be Black Panther”

“I’m Kate Bishop”

“Okay okay you can all be whoever you want! But you guys need to protect the environment from all the bad people out there!” You grin, knowing this was all just a bit of fun but still educating them on what’s important.

“Who are the bad people” one of them asks, just before a knock is heard on the classroom door. You look to the left seeing Oscar there watching you with a soft smile on his face. You hop up from your desk walking over to the door.

“Here is one of the villains you have to defeat” you say as you open the door to your boyfriend.

“He’s a bad guy!” One of the girls ask, and you know you’ve just potentially started her obsession with always crushing on the villains in future movies and books she watch.

“But Miss that’s your boyfriend” they all giggle at this and you grin too, Oscar just standing there confused as to why you’re now all of a sudden calling him a bad guy.

“Mmmm and why am I a bad guy?” He asks looking at you with his polite cat smile.

“Who knows what Oscar does for a living, do any of you like Cars?” You ask and they all gasp.

“Miss miss I know I know!” Ollie cries out.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“He drives race cars!” He says on his knees rocking back and forth.

“He does! And he travels all over the world to do it, meaning he doesn’t help the environment, he does the opposite!” You say knowing just how astronomically high your boyfriends carbon footprint was.

The kids then all started to ask Oscar questions about racing, many of them being Lightening McQueen related.

Eventually it was the end of the school day, Oscar kindly helped you pack up the classroom before leading you out to the car park where his McLaren was parked.

“Thank you for coming to get me baby” you smile and he takes your hand guiding it to the gearstick so he can keep a hold of you while he’s there.

“You’re welcome! How was your first fall day teaching them on your own?” He smiles rubbing his thumb along your hand.

“It was really good, we’re starting a rainforest project and so we’re going to make loads of charts for the board I created and at the end of term we’ve got a trip organised!” You explain and he can’t help but grin at how excited you seem.

“Woah, that’s really cool! Do you still think that you’ll be able to come this weekend?” He asks knowing that where you taught Monday to Thursday you had the perfect opportunity to spend GP weekends with him.

“Of course I am baby, I have my flight booked for Thursday night, I’ll get there Friday Morning” you admit and he smiles bringing your hand up of the gearstick and in front of him mouth. He kisses it lightly.

“So where are we going, this isn’t the way home” you ask once you notice your on a different main road.

“Somewhere Lando showed me, I wanted to take you there. I think you’ll really like it” he explains and you nod.

Eventually you come up to a little park, he takes a rucksack from the boot, taking your hand and walking through the afternoon sun with you to the edge of a large pond, that had a wooden bridge going over the middle of it.

“Wow this is gorgeous” you exclaim looking at the surroundings before taking some pictures. You get one of yours and Oscars feet and then a selfie of you guys with the lake in the background.

“I love this, it’s so peaceful” you breathe out a relaxing breath. You and Oscar walk and talk, both having a busy schedule ment that moments like these you could yap to each others hearts content.

He eventually started to lay out a blanket, it was getting a little cooler as the sun got lower and lower in the spring afternoon.

“I brought some wine, and some cheese and grapes. I know you’ve been wanting to go out for a while with the girls but you haven’t had time… so I brought girls night too you” he smiles sheepishly hating how busy both your lives were individually and with each other. You saw your friends maybe once a month at best, you were very lucky they were so understanding.

“I love you Osc” you say leaning into him, kissing his cheek, a blush forming across his nose.

“I love you too baby” he smiles.

You both sit on the blanket leaning into one another while continuing your previous conversation, and sharing chaste kisses every now and then, tasting the rich one on each others lips.

Intimate and personal time like this with Oscar would always be your favourite.

y/user

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y/user: Oscar surprised me on my first day today and took me out afterwards on a date :) How sweet can he get!

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[grimm-writings]

don’t you repeat that!

…ft! boothill x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, but gets kind of sad at the end there, established relationship, inspired by boothill leaks, cursing

…wc! 394

…notes! trying to scavenge back some writing motivation so a tiny lil bootsy drabble while i manifest for him LMAO. speedrunning penacony quests rn i must see the cowboy by any means necessary…

Your boyfriend knows some colourful language.

How he comes up with such a unique string of curses and insults confounds you.  Even now you can hear the unfortunate sound of him stubbing his toe, the loud hiss as he draws in breath and…

“Fucking dumb shit riding on horseback in the middle of the God damn night!”

There it is.

“Language,” you call out.  You look down at the little girl sitting on your lap and shake your head at her, as if to communicate to her how irresponsible her old man is being, especially when she’s nearby.

Finally, your boyfriend’s head peeks out from behind the doorway, as if about to retort that his poor toe has been painfully attacked by the edge of a table.  Instead, he sees you, crossing your little girl’s arms disappointingly at his action.

He sighs and strides forward, dramatically overselling a limp, before crouching into a squat.  He points at the little baby with a pout.  “Don’t you go repeating what I say.  Or else this one here’ll never forgive me.”

A toothy grin is shot your way and you can’t help but scoff.  “She can only babble so far.  Though, under your wing?  I wouldn’t be surprised if her first words happen to be a curse at an Aeon.”

“I’d be quite proud if that was the case,” he returns, picking up the baby from your lap.  You let him.  Despite his foul mouth, your partner has proven himself very capable of handling a newborn child.  From the very day he entered your shared home with her in his arms, you knew she carved something new and special out of the cowboy you lived with.

Almost made you feel like a real family.

“Let’s get you to sleep, eh?”  He speaks to her as if she can understand full length sentences.  “Can’t have you driftin’ off when I’m trying t’ introduce you to our steeds, princess.”

For a second, you really considered asking then and there.  Seeing how the little girl reaches up and tries to brush dark hair away from your boyfriend’s eye makes your heart melt.  This could be your future.  Your forever.  A family with your favourite people.

Though, as you watch him, maybe you’ll wait.

Or, maybe, you won’t even get that opportunity at all.

It’s not like Boothill ever knew anyway.

[sneezypeasy]

The Lightning Scene, How Azula Targeted Katara (of All People), and the Doylist Reason Why That Matters

Mention Zuko's sacrifice for Katara in Sozin's Comet Part 3 as part of a pro-Zutara talking point, and invariably you'll get a Pavlovian response of:

"But Zuko would have taken the lightning for anyone."

(Not to be confused with the similar-sounding Pavlovan response, which is "Zuko's sacrifice ain't shit compared to a mouth-watering, strawberry-topped meringue dessert"*, which is actually the only valid counter-argument to how the lightning scene is a bona fide Zutara treasure, but I digress.)

Now, I've talked in depth about how the lightning scene is framed far more romantically than it had any right to be, regardless of how you might interpret the subject on paper; this is an argument which I still stand by 100%. That Zuko would have gotten barbecued for anyone, and that he was at the stage of his arc where his royal kebab-ness represented his final act of redemption, doesn't change the fact that the animators/soundtrack artists decided to pull out all the stops with making this scene hit romantic film tropes bingo by the time it played out on screen.

(I mean, we stan.)

There's also a deeper level to this conundrum, a layer which creeps up on you when you're standing in your kitchen at night, the fridge door open in front of you, your hungry, sleep-deprived brain trying to decide on what to grab for a midnight snack, and quite inexcusably you're struck with the question: Okay, Zuko may indeed have taken the lightning for just anyone, but would Azula have shot the lightning at just anyone?

But there's yet a deeper layer to this question, that I don't recall ever seeing anyone discuss (though if somebody has, mea culpa). And that is: would you have written Zuko taking the lightning for anyone else?

Or in other words, who Zuko would have taken the lightning for is the wrong question to be asking; the question we ought to be asking is who Zuko should have taken the lightning for, instead.

Get your pens out, your Doylist hats on, and turn to page 394. It's time to think like an author for a hot minute.

(If you don't know what I mean by Watsonian vs. Doylist analyses, and/or if you need a refresher course, go have a skim of the first section of this 'ere post and then scoot your ass back to this one.)

So. You're the author. You've written almost the entirety of an animated series (look at you!!) and now you're at the climax, which you've decided is going to be an epic, hero-villain showdown. Classic. Unlike previous battles between these two characters, your hero is going to have a significant advantage in this fight - partly due to his own development as a hero at the height of his strength and moral conviction, and partly because your villain has gone through a bit of a Britney Spears 2007 fiasco, and isn't quite at the top of her game here. If things keep going at this pace, your hero is going to win the fight fairly easily - actually, maybe even too easily. That's okay though, you're a talented writer and you know just what will raise the stakes and give the audience a well-timed "oh shit" moment: you're going to have the villain suddenly switch targets and aim for somebody else. The hero will be thrown off his groove, the villain will gain the upper hand, the turns will have indubitably tabled. Villains playing dirty is the number 1 rule in every villain handbook after all, and each of the last two times your hero's braved this sort of fight he's faced an opponent who ended up fighting dishonourably, so you've got a lovely Rule of Three perfectly lined up for the taking. Impeccable. The warm glow of triumph shines upon you, cherubs sing, your English teachers clap and shed tears of pride. (Except for that one teacher you had in year 8 who hated everybody, but she's a right bitch and we're not talking about her today.)

Now here's the thing: your hero is a hero. Maybe he wasn't always a hero, but he certainly is one now. If the villain goes after an innocent third party, there's basically no-one your hero wouldn't sacrifice himself for. He's a hero! Heroes do be like that, it's kind of their thing. The villain could shoot a bolt of lightning at Bildad the Shuhite, and the only thing that'd stop our boy Redeemed Paladin Bravesoul McGee from shielding his foxy ass is the fact that Bildad the Shuhite has the audacity to exist in a totally different show (disgusten.)

But. You're holding the writer's pen. Minus crossover shenanigans you don't have the licensing or time-travel technology to achieve, you have full control over how this scene plays out. You get to decide which character to target to deliver the greatest emotional impact, the juiciest angst, the most powerful cinematic suspense. You get to decide whose life you'll put at risk, to make this scene the most intense spine-chilling heart-stopper it can possibly be.

This is the climax we're talking about, after all - now is not the time to go easy on the drama.

So.

Do you make the villain target just anyone?

Or do you make the villain target someone the hero cares about?

Perhaps, someone he cares about... a lot?

Maybe even, someone he cares about... more than anybody else?

You are the author. You are the God of this universe. You get to choose.

What would deliver the strongest punch?

If you happen to make the inadvisable decision of browsing through these tropes on TV tropes, aside from wasting the rest of your afternoon (you're welcome), you'll find that the examples listed are littered with threatened and dead love interests, and, well, there's a reason for that. For better or worse, romantic love is often portrayed by authors, and perceived by audiences, as a "true" form of love (often even, "the" true form of love). Which is responsible for the other is a chicken/egg situation, one I'm not going to go into for this post - and while I'm certainly not here to defend this perspective as objectively good, I do think it's worth acknowledging that it not only exists but is culturally rather ubiquitous. (If you're playing the love interest in a story with a hero v. a villain, you might wanna watch your back, is what I'm saying.)

Regardless of whether the vibe you're aiming for is romantic or platonic however, one thing is for certain: if you want maximum oomph, the way to achieve that is by making the villain go after the player whose death would hit the hero the hardest.

And like I said, this doesn't have to be played romantically (although it so often is). There are platonic examples in those trope pages, though it's also important to note that many of the platonic ones do show up in stories where a love interest isn't depicted/available/there's a strong "bromance" element/the hero is low-key ace - and keep in mind too that going that route sometimes runs a related risk of falling into queer-bait territory *coughJohnLockcough*

That said, if there is a canon love-interest available, one who's confessed her love for the hero, one who has since been imprisoned by the villain, one who can easily be written as being at the villain's disposal, and who could quite conveniently be whipped out for a mid-battle surprise round - you might find you have some explaining to do if you choose to wield your authorly powers to have the villain go after... idk, some other sheila instead.

(The fact that this ends up taking the hero out of the fight, and the person he sacrifices himself for subsequently throws herself into the arena risking life and limb to defeat the villain and rescue her saviour, also means the most satisfying way this plays out, narratively speaking, is if both of these characters happen to be the most important person in each other's lives - at least, as of that moment, anyway - but I think this post has gone on long enough, lol)

This is, by and large, a rebuttal post more than anything else, but the tl;dr here is - regardless of whether you want to read the scene as shippy or not, to downplay Zuko's sacrifice for Katara specifically as "not that deep™" because "Zuko would have taken the lightning for anyone anyway", suggests either that a) nobody should be reading into the implications of Katara being chosen as the person nearest and dearest to Zuko, so that putting her life in jeopardy can deliver the most powerful impact possible for an audience you'd bloody well hope are on the edge of their seats during the climax of your story or b) the writers made the inexplicable decision of having the villain threaten the life of... literally who the fuck ever, and ultimately landed on someone who's actually not all that important to the hero in the grand scheme of things - which is a cardinal writing sin if I ever saw one (even disregarding the Choice to then season it with mood lighting and sad violin music, on top of it all), and altogether something I'd be legitimately pissed about if my Zuko-OTP ship paired him with Mai, Sokka, or just about anybody else 😂

Most importantly c) I'm hungry, and I want snacks.

*The Aussies in the fandom will get this one. Everyone else can suffer in united confusion.

[394hq]

hello ! i have a quick question :) i was considering maybe applying for peter quill, but i saw in the lore etc. that you guys were more turned to the avengers and the shield so woulf members of the guardians be accepted/welcome too ? if not, i'll probably join with another character ! tysm for your answer xx

Hi! SHIELD/The Avengers are the bigger, more recognizable group in the MCU, so I think that's why most characters have gone that route, but any of the other groups like that are 100 percent welcome. We'd love to have Peter and any of the Guardians :)

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#394

This is a direct follow up to story Story #387 and Story #389.

“Come sit between my legs….  So you are Tim Stone’s fag son.  Sit….  No no.  Don’t ease down.  I want you to sit like you don’t have a gigantic plug in your cunt.  Get up and sit back down hard….

“That’s better.  I should have looked at your plug first.  Get up and bend over.  Let me see it….  Damn, Lloyd really loves his big plugs. 

“Go ahead and sit back down.  And sit down normally….  Damn looks like you are in pain.  Aww that’s too bad.  Shut up with the groaning.  It makes it hard to enjoy my scotch.  Here take my glass and go refresh it.  Yeah, get up.

“…I see Lloyd has one of his pecker cages on you.  Bryce has asked me to take it off for tomorrow.  He has a lot planned for you on his return. 

“I go for the Macallan.  It’s a tall bottle that’s wider on top and narrower at the base.  Put two ice cubes in first, then fill it up to where the second cube is covered.  And bring me my shirt.

“…No don’t sit yet.  That cage needs to come off.  Reach into my shirt pocket and get the key out….

“Give it to me and present your pecker to me.  I don’t know why Lloyd loves these things.  It denies a perfectly good punishment tool.  Look at these balls.  One good smack… like that, and it sends a message to the fag.  I can get the same reaction if I were to swat your pecker.

“Have a seat.  Here comes my boy.

“Hey boy.  Did you give the paperwork to Master Lloyd?  Good.  So, this is the new faggot.

“Hey faggot.  This is my boy.  Both of you are at the bottom of the slave hierarchy, but know this, he outranks you.  He craves being treated the lowest of lows, and I wouldn’t want him any other way.  But he outranks you.

“Boy, did Master Lloyd plug you?...  Let me see.

“Fuck that’s hot.  Faggot, stand next to boy then bend over in his same position.  I want to see those two plugged cunts side-by-side….  Fuck!  You two are pretty.  Nice plump asses with a large plug shoved into your cunts.  What’s nice about these plugs are they are made with a hook in the base that allows weights or chains to be secured to.

“Let’s have some fun.  Go inside to the playroom. 

“…Interesting.  You two are the exact same size, although boy has a plumper ass.

“Faggot, has Lloyd said anything about your hair?...  No?  I’m surprised.

“Boy, when I am done, you will remain here and shave faggot free of every hair on his body below his nose.  Leave his eyebrows and lashes.  Clip the hair on his head to a number 2 guard.  You know I can’t stand hairdos on a slave.

“Here’s a good enough spot.  I want you both to get on all fours facing away from each other….  Back into each other so those cunt plugs touch.

“Good.  Now move a few inches away from the other.  Like that.

“Ok faggots, I have a three-foot heavy chain here.  I have attached it to each of your cunt plugs.  It’s simple.  It’s a tug-o-war.  Your goal is to pull the plug out of the other’s cunt.  Loser gets beat.  I got this new belt over in Munich and I’m interested in trying it out on some slave skin.

“Go!

“Fuck yeah!  The other reason why I love these plugs Lloyd chose is because they are narrow at the base and very fat.  So you are finding out that they are difficult… and painful… to pull out against your will.

“Work harder!  Pull you mother fuckers!  Pull! 

“No, no faggot!  Get that hand away from that table leg.  You can’t reach for anything. 

“…What the fuck are you doing faggot?  Your collar is shocking you?  Too bad.  It wasn’t me.  You keep forgetting that one of us can shock your collar at any time.  They probably saw you on the closed live video feed trying to cheat. 

“AM I RIGHT?

“I’ll take that second jolt to your collar as a yes.

“Oh look at what you did.  You were too fucking focused on being shocked that you relaxed your cunt.  Boy wins.

“Jesus!  Look at that gape!  Faggot, stick your cunt up high.  Boy, pull his cheeks apart.  I want whoever is watching to see. 

“…Well that shock to the collar is telling me they like it.

“It’s going to look good for tomorrow.

“Boy!  I know you want in there.  You have one minute.  And while you are in there, shit out your plug.

“Faggot, my boy is eating your gape not as a reward to you, but rather for him.  For some reason, the boy likes eating out gaping holes. 

“No, you are going to get the punishment you deserve.  We need you welted up as well.

“…And here’s the tiny little device I was looking for.  Haven’t used one of these in a while. 

“Ok slaves.  Get up and stand here.  Facing each other.  Real close.  Why don’t the two of you start kissing each other?  Get those tongues going.  Put your arms around each other’s waist and pull in.  I want your crotches to be smashed into each other….  Like that.

“Both of you hold still.  Keep in mind I have both your ball sacks and their contents in my hand.  Don’t pull back or they will all be yanked off.  You got that?

“…Faggot, did you hear what my boy said?  He said, ‘Sir! Yes Sir!’  I better start hearing that coming from you.  You understand?...  That’s better. 

“I have just put your ball sacks and the useless nuts they carry into the same ball cuff.  It’s designed to only have one set secured.  There’s no way for a single ball to get through.  You two are attached to each other.  Don’t fall because you will rip both sets of balls off.

“Get back to French kissing each other.  This clip will connect your collars together and keep you in that kissing pose.

“Now don’t fall.  No matter where the belt will strike, you want to remain standing.  And I’m going to be aiming for the flesh in front of me.  I don’t care where it lands or even who.

“Let’s begin.  Got you both!  Scream into each other’s mouth.  Oh yeah.  That’s it; save yourself by twisting the other into the strike. 

“Keep those hands away!  Damn!  This is fun….  Fag!  That’s going to leave one hell of a welt.

“Hands up!

“…Well that was close.  You two almost took a tumble. 

“Let’s do this.  Put your hands above your head.  Point your wrist cuffs inward….

“…Almost got it.  There!  You two are now secured to that winch.  And with a few button pushes, you are stretched high and standing on your tip toes.

“Wow.  That looks hot…. 

“…With your bodies stretched like that, it’s going to hurt even more!  Fuck that is going to be one nasty welt on your back faggot.

“You are going to be covered head-to-toe in welts by the time Bryce returns.  You’ll be shaved smooth with a slave haircut.  Your cunt is going to be one giant gape.  He’s going to love seeing the mess that you have become.

“Oh yes, our own CEO is going to play with you next.  And he’s bringing a guest.  Yup, your dad is going to see his son for the first time in weeks.  Despite what Lloyd told you early on in order to get you to agree to submit to us, your dad was never told about how big the pain pig piss drinking sperm burping fag you are. I can't wait to see his reaction.

“You are going to need a lot more welts though.  Fuck yeah!  A lot more welts.”

This story continues in Story #400

[thecolorsfucked]

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[moonstruckme]

hiya !!! what about smth like this with beefy james? love ur works :)

Thanks for requesting babe !

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 394 words

James holds his arm at a ninety degree angle, grinning down at you as you wrap the small pink ribbon around his bicep. 

“What exactly is the point of this?” he asks, reaching up to take a piece of hair from in front of your eye. You try not to fluster too visibly as his muscles shift with the movement, but your boyfriend’s grin widens anyway. 

Your heart stutters. Someday, he’s going to send you into actual cardiac arrest, and then he’ll be sorry. 

“Stop moving,” you murmur, not quite able to bring any sternness into your tone. “There is no point. It’s just pretty.” 

“Oh, so you’re just showing me off?” He somehow manages to look at you through his lashes even from above, free hand brushing a flirtatious knuckle across your knee. “What’s next, lovie? Gonna start cutting the sleeves off all my shirts?” 

“If you’re not careful I might,” you mutter. There’s no bite behind your bark, though. James would love it if you gave him an excuse for an all-sleeveless closet. He’s already shirtless often enough that you can barely keep yourself together in your own home. 

James chuckles. “Can I do you too?” 

You roll your eyes. “If you want, but my arm isn’t as eye-catching as yours.” 

“Highly debatable.” He gives you a look you pointedly avoid, busy making the loops on his bow the perfect length. “Anyway, I’ve got some other placement options in mind.” 

You glance up at that. Follow his gaze down to your thigh, and feel your face go hot. 

“There,” you say to distract him, or maybe yourself, giving the loops of the bow one final tug. “Done.” 

“Nice.” James leans over, admiring the delicate pink ribbon curled around his bicep. “Thanks, angel.” 

But then he straightens his arm, and the ribbon drops, forlorn, to the crook of his elbow. 

“Jamie!” you guffaw, accusatory. “You were flexing.” 

“Not a lot,” he hedges, frowning as you undo your careful bow with a single tug. “My arm moves too much, it’s never going to stay in exactly the same spot.” 

“We’re doing it again.” You string the ribbon around the inside of his bicep. “This time, keep your arm relaxed.” 

“We can try it your way, lovie, but as soon as I flex for anything your pretty ribbon is going to snap right in half.” 

[haleigh-sloth]

I remember a couple of years ago when somebody proposed a theory about Twice becoming a hero through Toga transforming into him, and at the time, I really love that theory so much and I became attached to it.

While it didn't go down that route, I am not disappointed with what we got in canon. It was not truly twice. It was only Toga, after all.

While Toga truly loved and cared about twice like a brother, I think her twice transformation really did showcase how the league was still not healthy for each other and they were still ultimately bringing each other down further into a bigger hole.

I'm glad to see how Ochako is literally bringing Toga out of this literal hole of clones that she created, I'm excited to see Toga embrace being herself.

I definitely proposed that theory on this blog, but I'm sure other people proposed it as well.

I definitely hung onto it for a long time and thought it was totally plausible!

But I'm very much okay with what happened as it's very much narratively sound for Toga, Twice, and Hawks. All three of them.

And yes I agree with the sentiment about the LOV....like there's a reason it took Ochacko's acceptance of Toga for her to STOP HER PARADE. Toga even said the LOV accepted her from the start, which was important because it shows you that she doesn't NEED to take blood from people she likes and cares about. She doesn't NEED TO, we literally have proof.

But how was it not enough for her to be happy? She still desperately sought out Ochacko and Izuku and Tsu for more. So Ochacko's acceptance is truly special.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Gale x Tav

words: 1992

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

summary: since you all are so thirsty for an extended verison of the NSFW headcanons post, I guess I had to make one. I am nothing if not a servant to my people.

tags: magic sex (literally. but also metaphorically), exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation (kind of), Gale using magic for naughty reasons, projection!Gale

part ii part iii

“Alright class! Please turn your alchemy text to Chapter 8, page 394.”

There was a loud, unanimous sound of rustling paper as all the students in the lecture hall flipped through their books to the requested text. You don’t know what Gale was always complaining about. This teaching thing wasn’t that hard.

Gale had to leave for a community conference of the Blackwater staff and some of the other schools of magical arts in Faerûn. Given that they were all wizards, you had asked why they all couldn’t just project their consciousness into one place and avoid the travel, but Gale didn’t have an answer for that and left earlier that week. In his absence, he had asked you to take over his Introductory to Magics class while he was gone. Given that it was an introductory course, which mostly meant learning the basics and text anyway, and you’d had ‘private tutoring’ from Mystra’s former Chosen himself, he insisted you were more than qualified to act in his stead.

It had actually been pretty fun. The young weave masters were all eager to learn. Honestly the hardest thing was keeping them on task with the subjects instead of running off with a lot of questions about your victory over the Elder Brain and recuse of the realm. It was flattering, but not apart of the testing materials.

The students all wait patiently with their books open for you to begin, and you turn around to the blackboard. All of a sudden you felt a twinge between your legs. Not a painful one but more….

“Professor [Y/N], are you alright?”

You turn to look over your shoulder at the class, clearly spaced out for a moment, before you smile and tell them, “oh yes. Sorry. Let’s talk about alchemy then.”

You begin to write and talk to the class when you feel the sensation again. It was faint, but distinct. At first you thought it was just the seam of your trousers rubbing against your apex. But it was too consistent for that. The sensation would come. Then the sensation would go. You tried to keep your mind on the lesson but the more it came & went you had to wonder what was going on.

It couldn’t be Haarlep. Despite your adventure being over, your contract with the sex demon wasn’t. He still used your form from time to time, though your popularity in Avernous seemed to be waning as he hadn’t called on it in some time. If it were him the sensation would be constant, before fading away like a breathless sigh off your lips. So it was something else.

By the time you get through explaining the 4 key groups of alchemy, and made it to page 396, the sensation had crawled up from your core and just to the pit of your belly. You were having a harder time focusing on the lesson. Your attention now spilt between 50% focused on what was happening to your body, a mere 10% on the lecture, and the rest on the stimulating sensation between your legs that was just too pleasurable to resist.

To save face, and avoid any embarrassment like moaning out loud in front of a class full of minors, you quickly pivot the class schedule into independent study. Telling the students to go out around campus and find 5, no 15 herbs, floral, whatever to craft with for tomorrow morning’s follow up lecture on application.

Some of the students seem confused. While other just look excited to have the afternoon off for ‘foraging’. Still, the all leave rate orderly while you wave them off, and just as the door closed behind the last one you let out a deep breath you didn’t really you were holding and brace your hands against the desk.

Your body felt like it was on fire. Teased, tormented, toyed with. Your hands still splayed on the desk, you spread your legs and let out a moan. Conventionally thinking would lead on to believe that rubbing your thighs together would make the sensation stronger, yet somehow spreading them apart made more room for…whatever this was to work. Your clit throbbed at the feeling of something rubbing against it. If they weren’t in front of you, you would have sworn it was your own hand touching you. The sensation was so similar. Your fingertips twitch at the thought. Prepared to slide down the front of your pants to finish you off.

“Hello there!”

You jump with a start. Eyes wide in alarm at the sound of a voice. The immediate thought coming to mind that another professor has come to ask why the entire Introductory to Magics class is out picking herbs & flowers instead of being in a classroom and caught you on the cusp of a very public private moment. Thankfully, it wasn’t. Only Gale’s Mirror Image projection standing there looking cheerfully at you. “Gale? What are you doing here?”

“I assume you mean what is Gale doing sending me here.” The clever non-corporeal remarked. “Gale has sent me here to see how his new technique is working out. And, judging by your flushed cheeks and wanton appearance, I would say it’s going splendidly!”

Your brain struggled to gather all the bits of information the projection was dealing out through your fog. But you gather enough to finally understand what’s going on. “Gale did this to me!”

“Doing. He is doing this to you ma’m.” As if to prove a point of the explanation, there was another, firmer press of rubbing against your clit. One that made you moan again and knees nearly buckle. “Gale has informed me, to tell you, that he enchanted one of the stones on his ring to be linked with your…well…your own stone. He also wants me to tell you it’s the ruby one. On the silver band.”

The one you bought him. “Can I ask…mmm…why he did this?”

“You can ask! He says it was to give you pleasure while he was away. Long distance relationship can be tricky.” It had been less than a week. “He thought this would be a good resolution in the intermedium. And, perhaps other times in the future.”

You’re not sure if you should feel violated by Gale’s magical molestations or marvel at his creativity. It didn’t really matter in the end because all you could think about was the nagging need to cum. And one other nagging thing – “and you couldn’t possibly wait until I was home to try out this new technique? I’m in the middle of teaching your class. I’m still at the academy! What if someone comes in here right now??”

“Oh. Not to worry. Gale has informed me that the door is magically locked until 2:30 this afternoon. Something about office hours? No one can enter until after that time. Does that help answer your question?”

You let out another long, heavy sigh. One of abject relief and feeling your legs give way as you fall back into Gale’s chair. All the energy sapped from your body as you gave way to the pleasure that had been bubbly up. No longer holding it back, but instead letting it wash over you.

“Gale says he’s happy you like your present.”

You open your eyes. Seeing the projection staring at you with a blank, but soothing expression. Those unending eyes seeming to look right through you. Or perhaps, more to the point, stare past itself and straight to Gale. It was kind of hot. The coolness of its gaze. “My present, eh?”

The projection nodded. “Yes. He says he did this for you.”

“Just for me?” You unbutton your blouse. It had been feeling terrible constricting for quite some time now anyway. The projection doesn’t say anything. Nor does its expression change more than the slight tilt of it’s head, as the fabric gave way to relieve more skin and the outline of your breast in their bra.

“He says yes. But the pockets of his mind I can access independently lead me to believe it’s not purely altruistic.”

You giggle at the projection’s honesty, before your laughter turned into moans. The feeling on your clit more intense. As if Gale was trying to change the conversation.

“Fuck…Gale….” Your back arched off the back of the chair for a moment before it came back down again. “I can’t take it anymore. Are you as anatomically correct as before?”

“Hmm…I believe so.” The projection looked down at itself. Seeming to ponder the concept, as well as all its parts. “But Gale has instructed me that he’s not interested in me using that ability with you. The time in Shar’s Caress was due to the other guests in attendance. With you, Gale wants you all to himself.”

There was an odd feeling of arousal at Gale’s possessiveness, even against himself in a way, but also disappointment. You were close. But the sensation from Gale’s ring to your core wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Just as you were again about to shove your own hand down your pants, you feel a new sensation of hands on you. Not just one hand, or two, but multiple hands. Mage hands. They play with your breasts, your nipples, your ears, your hair. You lean back in Gale’s chair with your eyes closed. Moaning and panting with a white-knuckle grip on the arm rests as the invisible hands play with your body. One finally gives you what you want. Phantom appendage digits thrusting into your inner core, wet and hot.

Your hips jerk up as you let out a wordless scream before the fall back down and you let it fuck you. Legs wide. Blouse open. Mouth agape as Gale abuses his power to abuse your body in the most pleasurable way possible. You’re about to cum probably harder than you’ve ever cum in your life and your pants were still on. How insane was that?

You open your eyes, half lidded and only for a moment, to see the projection still staring at you as you fall apart. Then, you finally do. You cum hard. Bowing back off the chair so hard you hear it creak, before you fall back limp against the soft leather.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

You look up at the projection again. Trying to catch your breath and right your world again. “Yes.”

“Good. Gale is glad you did. He also says that it’s made up for a rather dull afternoon of meetings.” A shiver ran up your spine at the thought that Gale had done all of this during a meeting. “The time is now 2:00. If you would like to freshen up, I suggest you make haste before 2:30 when the doors reopen. Gale says that enjoys how you look right now, but it is probably not appropriate for academia.”

“Then maybe don’t do this at ‘academia’ locations.” You quip back as you smooth out your hair.

“Fair.” The projection agrees. “Gale would like to know if you would like to do this again then when you are not in academia. Perhaps tonight? At home?”

You bite your lip at the thought of it. Doing this all over again, only this time naked in your bed. Perhaps even able to participate more now that you knew what was going on. “Absolutely.”

“Splendid!” The projection offers you a smile before it fades. Disappearing with a last, “see you tonight” as it reabsorbed back into the weave.

Alone again, you stand on shaky legs and try to right yourself for the next class. You still had two more classes to teach before you could go home that evening and become Gale’s play thing again.

The thought made it completely impossible to be totally focused on your lesson plan. You may have told some impressionable young wizards that Fly and Feather Fall were absolutely the same spell. Oh well. Mistakes happen.