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tw. cucking but w feelings, lil sub/dom, size kink, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, oikawa is a good bf and a good friend, but iwa is trying bro wordcount. 6.6k

a/n. i thought myself raw about this idea yesterday so here is a way too long fic about my iwa flavored whore infliction, @seijorhi thank you for bullying me into finishing it even though it isn't dark content

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader x oikawa tooru

He should’ve just said no. A simple ‘no’, maybe a shrug for emphasis, and none of this would be happening right now.

He wouldn’t be pressed into the corner of the sofa with his palms glossy and clammy no matter how much he wipes them, and his heartbeat going like there's a ticking bomb strapped to his chest. And Iwa prides himself on being good under pressure, the usual hiccups people have never enough to shake him from his natural rhythm.

Not enough to cause him any real trouble at least, it’s part of why Oikawa trusted him to be the ace in high school, and a reason why he’s still in a leadership position today. He’s supposed to be reliable, sturdy. The irony of it doesn’t escape him now that he’s never felt less sure about a decision— maybe ever. He should be happy; really, he is happy.

But under the weight of the room’s atmosphere, the crushing, unrelenting press on his chest, it’s hard to be entirely grateful about the feeling. He knew Oikawa was a sharer. Even Hajime would begrudgingly admit it’s one of the guy’s better qualities, and he’s had it for basically as long as they’ve known each other. Tonight though, he hates his best friend a little for his charity.

He could’ve just said no.

The sweat is wiped on his sweats again as he moves his foot up and down in time with his heartbeat’s meter, rocking the coffeetable. There’s a thick silence that the mumbles and chuckles on the other side of the room don’t fully break, a spell he can’t help but be lulled into. It might’ve been two minutes since he walked in or two hours, and Iwaizumi wouldn’t even feel the difference. All he knows is the heavy feeling of the air in his lungs and the taste of rum on his tongue is more than enough to have him feeling a bit sick.

Normally he doesn’t drink before a hookup. He’s plenty old and wise enough to do without, and he isn’t a fan of taking the edge off in the first place. The edge is half the fun, usually. But not here, not in this house, not with— you, where he’s entirely out of his element and free falling even past that. Your voice sounds pretty past the door, a sing-songy whine that Oikawa promptly answers and then shushes, not that he’s trying particularly hard to listen in. Wasn’t this supposed to be a fun idea? It’s starting to feel like the worst mistake of his fucking life, rising easily above agreeing to be Tooru’s friend, above every missed spike he’s ever spent a sleepless night of thought on.

When Oikawa had mumbled it over drinks, one useless comment followed by the next, Iwaizumi had actually laughed. Even if he wasn’t so entirely shell-shocked by the little offer it was funny, he would’ve laughed. Laughed off the idea that any of that was feasible, that he’d actually, truly be offering. “I’m serious,” Oikawa had smiled, clasping the top of his glass as if to lean onto it, the condensation dripping down the cool surface and creating a little ring below the glass. “I’ve been meaning to ask for a while, and-” he taps the plastic palm tree stirrer on the edge, “‘n I just thought now would be a good time to ask. The busy season is just about over for you, right?”

It hadn’t hit until Iwa actually looked up, meeting his friend’s telling gaze head on, amused grin slowly sliding from his own face. He can’t help but fall awfully quiet, does his very best not to think it over, before lifting his glass to his lips to avoid having to say anything because this situation is clearly too much for his ability to read social cues. But Oikawa Tooru sadly isn’t so easily fooled, and he patiently waits for Hajime to finish before raising a single brow. He can’t be serious. Can’t actually be -not- toying with him.

“You want me to- fuck your girlfriend,” he breathes out deep and slow, testing out the words as if he hadn’t just heard the brunet loud and clear. When that doesn’t make Tooru correct him, he leans in a little and says it again, even slower. “You want me to fuck your girlfriend.” Oikawa’s head easily bobs up and down, making the brown mass of hair flop onto his forehead, and Hajime feels himself pale on the spot. Luckily the bar is dark enough not to give too much away, but Hajime’s certain his friend sees the way he mouths your name, like even saying it out loud is a little too hard.

“We’ve been wanting to try it out,” Oikawa obnoxiously smacks his lips after his own sip, looking away to survey the room. “And she’d be much happier to know that it’s you, than some random guy we try to pick up at a nightclub somewhere. You’d feel comfortable for her.” For once, Hajime’s glad that Oikawa is so casual about such a serious topic, because this way he at least doesn’t have to paint a respectable emotion on his own face. His usually furrowed brow is completely gone out of shock, jaw mere millimeters from hanging loose.

Oikawa doesn’t specify if he’s extrapolating or those were your actual words, but it’s enough to have Hajime feeling a little drunk on the thought. You’d feel comfortable with him… comfortable enough to let him fuck you in your own bed, in front of your boyfriend who’s currently still stirring his drink. How is this not some kind of best friend-loyalty trick? He should say no. Out of principle and for his own sanity, and hope the topic never comes up again and he doesn’t ever have to face you if the mention of a threesome gets brought up. What he should do is finish his drink and head home and banish the thought from his fucking brain like shitty-kawa never said anything at all.

He can’t, apparently. Because he doesn’t remember when he says yes, only that Oikawa looks much too comforted by the answer, sending you a text with a little smile. A genuine one, not the shit-eating grin he wishes would show right about now. Convince him this is all some ruse. Instead the evening continues back into almost-pleasant ignorance, fraying his edges just a little more.

Fuck, if only— The bouncing of his foot stops the second the bedroom door opens, revealing the familiar brunet’s face as he waves his hands about here and there, lips turning up at the edges. “The lady’s ready.” He’s not. His throat feels dry and scratchy. You still come into view behind your tall, dramatic boyfriend, even though he isn’t ready for it. When Oikawa moves out of the doorway, you follow , a bit unsure as you scamper down his trail. It’s easy to tell from your expression, but it- it suits you a little too well. If you were his he’d cherish and abuse that shy act until the idea of pretense makes you dizzy.

You’re drop-dead perfect, all soft and doe-eyed and with blood rushed to your face to make your cheeks a little puffier. Hands flit down your body a few times as he looks at you under his lashes, trying to clear his voice with a grunt.

But he doesn’t manage, and Oikawa comes to stand behind you with his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a soft squeeze. You rock back in his hold and melt into him a little, glancing back for support too, looking so cute, cute, cute. It’s fucking addictive. “Isn’t she cute, Iwa-chan? My baby got all dolled up for you.” You are and it is, the way you’re chewing your bottom lip is unfairly cute. It drives him a little carnal, digging something out of him that he wishes he could put back. You’re in just a shirt, oversized and most likely Oikawa’s by the way it falls around your hips and curves, but it just looks so nice on you. You look so nice, a present shaped like a person as you bite your cheek.

“You’re- y-you look good,” he manages to croak out this time, low voice trembling his own chest as he goes to stand, but just as quickly thinks better of it. You’re definitely flustered, if the way your eyelids flutter and the shift of your weight is anything to go by, and so he quickly tries to correct. “Pretty, you look really fucking pretty.”

Oikawa hums, snakes an arm around your waist to tickle up your thigh. He takes the shirt along with him as his hand rises higher, exposing first your blue lace panties, then pulling it up over your half a bra of the same color. Iwa’s suddenly grateful for the brunet’s antics, watching each inch of uncovered skin get revealed. The lingerie clings to your tits unfairly well, exposing so much more of what he had mentally prepared himself to see. The lace doesn’t cover enough, little blue flowers sitting on the swell of your breasts, cupping them. There’s no teasing to the motion, which is good, because Hajime’s pretty sure any of it is too much right now.

“See? All dolled up,” Oikawa mumbles, dragging his lips along the stretch of your neck with soft kisses, before nudging your face back to Iwa. “Isn’t she precious like this?”

Iwa’s only half aware of the sound of Oikawa’s voice when your eyes find his again, questioning and clearly needing some type of reassurance. It heats his cheeks and makes his head feel a little floaty, but he can manage at least this much. His grip on the side of the couch gets a little tighter. “She’s so hot,” his eyes glide down from your pretty face to your tits, to the way your hands seem to cover your belly, the fabric clinging to your hips and your pretty cunt, “you’re hot,- so fucking sexy.” And you are.

The thought seems to echo. But you bite your lip at the praise, slowly dropping your hands to glance back at Tooru. The brunet only smiles, before brushing his long fingers down your jaw and splaying them along your neck. “What about you, baby? What do you think about our Iwa-chan, hm?” It has you shuddering in place, warm breath slipping down your spine. And he’s back to hating his friend, wants to drop dead on the spot. But the selfish side in him really, really wants to know the answer. You lean in for a little kiss when Oikawa sighs, gladly giving in to you, before you puff out your chest and lace your fingers with your boyfriend’s.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s spent way too much time imagining you just like this, in his lap, splayed out in his car, or even casually curled up in his own living room. Being faced with it though, knowing it’s real— it’s sickeningly effective, cock already swelling against his thigh.

He’s not sure if you play coy when staring at him with those innocent, pretty eyes; watching them glitter as you take in his clothes- or what sits beneath them maybe. A sick sense of satisfaction washes over him, his own chest puffing out a little automatically. You swallow, and lean into Oikawa a little more. But your voice is silvery and smooth as you speak, your pouty lips begging to get kisses. “Do you want me, Iwa? To fuck me like this,” your words meet him too soft, and goosebumps break out over his skin.

Pins and needles in his fingers because of his unrelenting grip. Without any coaching from Oikawa you walk a little closer, and brush two fingers along the edge of your bra cup. “I- I would like you to- f-fuck me, Iwa,” you whisper, “and let Tooru watch. What do you think?” It’s nothing he hasn’t heard before, but it's still too much.

Everything feels so tense, every muscle in his body protesting at your blatant flirting, and though his cock twitching at the idea it sends cold shivers down his neck. Really, he isn’t prepared to do this. If someone had told him this morning that the ominious ‘tonight works’ message would have him here like this, he would’ve told them to fuck off. Instead he’s here, blushing about the word fuck and the way your hands shy over your curves.

This is so stupid, he thinks, biting his cheek. He’s not a fucking teenager anymore. “Come here,” he instead mumbles, patting his thighs as he glances between you two again. You must’ve discussed it plenty, you two are a strong couple like that. Oikawa doesn’t look the faintest bit worried, only squeezes your fingers to make you move. You’re a little stiff as you crawl into his lap, but the darkness in your eyes is undeniable. His hands come to grab your sides, seating you onto his hips as his fingertips dig into the soft of your skin.

“You want me to fuck you? Fuck this pretty pussy,” again his eyes dart up to Oikawa for prosperity, he can’t help it. If you were his, he would keep you metaphorically chained to his bed. His friend only smiles though, looking just a shade away from smug, and Iwa furrows his brows. You make a little noise, a tiny mewl to catch his attention again. The weight of your body on his has heat pooling in his belly and balls unfairly quick, body close enough to smell your body lotion. Enough to notice freckles where he’s never had the ability to look.

“Baby, remember to answer him, hm,” Oikawa prompts, taking a seat close enough to comfort you, far enough to have a good view of the two of you; you bop your head up and down with a swallow. You lower yourself a little more, grinding your body onto his hips. His hands take a better grip on you to keep you still, as he feels his balls twitch hard. This is so fucking ridicolous, it’s laughable. His cock sits swollen against his thigh, aching to get readjusted, but he’s too afraid that any touch might set him off. Your hands trail down his chest over the flimsy, black top he’s wearing, nails running down his pecs and nipples.

“My girl gets so zoned out at the promise of cock sometimes, so make sure to get her attention, Iwa-chan.” A deep groan falls from his throat despite himself at Oikawa’s words, and he pulls you up onto his lap a little more, leading your hips along him. Even this little bit of friction is enough to have him heated beyond belief, a bead of precum dripping down along his thigh. Hajime looks at you, the slight furrow in your brow as your tongue peeks out to wet your lips, before he ruts himself up into you. It has you squeaking, one hand placed on his solid stomach to keep yourself upright.

You’re just so fucking pretty, he can’t help it. Even if he wasn’t— well, not that it matters now. You’re with Oikawa, he’s played this game for long enough to know it’s better not to think about it at all. He already decided he would do this weeks ago, consequences be damned. Still he glances over at his friend when the guy pulls his shirt over his head, casually palming his cock. “Anything off limits, Oikawa? What’s the-”

“You just fuck her how you like. And she’ll tell you the rest.” He splays his arms out over the back of the couch, before smiling when you look up at him with those pretty eyes a little dazed. “If she’s not too fucked out to use her words. Iwa-chan’s going to make you feel good, huh?” Your lip is pulled between your teeth when you nod, a soft hum following. You look back to Iwa for the same, before slowly untangling your tongue.

“You can just pretend Tooru’s not here, Iwa.” Your chest heaves up and down when you roll your hips down on him again, this time seeming to find the right angle for friction because your eyes flutter harder when he bucks back under you.

“Yeah?” It comes out raspy and a little too eager, not that you seem bothered. And really, he’s about to fuck Oikawa’s girl in front of him. Seeming eager should be last on his list of issues with the situation. Though you’re sitting on his cock with only some thin fabric to separate you, there’s a different kind of sensation that comes when he unclamps his hands from your hips to slowly, reverently slide them up your sides. You’re sensitive, a little ticklish maybe, blowing out a tense breath when he brushes his thumb under your tits a few times. “I’m going to take this off, ‘kay?”

It’s more to himself then it is to you, but you nod anyway, leaning your chest into him to give him more access. It’s so sweet and he can feel himself harden even more, unfairly affected by every small touch. He unclasps the bra easily, lets it drop when you pull back, and you smile. You’re so fucking hot, so fucking pretty. It’s making him a bit lightheaded. “Fuck, baby, I- that’s it.” Iwaizumi isn’t usually a slow lover, and he definitely shouldn’t be now, not with the love of his best friend’s life— but he wants to take his time with you. Wants to let you feel every touch, every breath he’s wasted on you in the past.

Selfish, that’s what he is. He tries to say something nice to lead you into it, watches your face for just a breath longer. But he can’t really think of anything clever, and instead he just leans in to capture you in a kiss, mouth taking yours and claiming it for the very first time in — ever. Did you ever end up laying that promised kiss on him in spin the bottle? Your tongue is soft and sweet, not much different from how he imagined it. But there’s a little noise you make, and the way you reach up to cup his face is so much more than he could’ve ever asked for, tilting his head to the side a little. “Hm, that’s a -good girl.”

You keep moving your hips, keep forcing beads of precum into his boxers as his own hands trail down your back. It’s so fucking tender, probably too much so. But he didn’t exactly start it, so for now he doesn’t care. Just lets himself indulge in the feeling of your hot pussy grind against him as you lick into his mouth, letting him suck on your tongue and press your face into his and bite your lip. You whine when he does, an intoxicating little mewl when you throw your head back to invite him along your throat. “Iwa, you taste so good. Feels good too.”

“Yeah?” He follows, open mouth kisses and tongue along the length of your neck to settle right above your shoulder, sucking the skin there. Not hard enough to make a mark, but enough to have you whimpering again. “Ah- shit.” Your hands tangle into his hair and tug, making his thighs flex and arm wrap tighter around your waist, before he pulls back to watch you, watch the rise and fall of your chest. “Bedroom. Get onto the bed, quick,” he manages to grunt, a little muffled against your neck with another kiss, before he slaps the soft skin of your ass for good measure.

For his own enjoyment. For himself when he looks back. You listen so well, squeak a little when Oikawa does the same as you pass by, chuckling when you race to the bedroom. Something about it just feels so off, but he keeps his mouth shut when Oikawa spares him a little glance. No words are said, and he’s quick to get up and follow behind, not only because of the desire to be close to you.

You’re waiting by the side of the bed when he walks in, instantly feeling a bit crowded. Your edges seem to melt a little in the room, a sight that only lures him closer. Hajime catches your ankle with his foot before you can lay down yourself with a smile. He catches you halfway to the muted, tan spread though, and your surprise slips off too easily. Clearly, what Oikawa said was true. You do feel comfortable with him. You trust him, and it’s this that makes the hairs on his neck stand up, because he’s not sure what to do with that. Not sure what he can do with that.

When the brush of his breath slides along your chest you shiver under him. Your arms wrap around his neck as his face moves down between your tits, laying you down before him but not disconnecting yet. Your pretty tits are kissed all over, licking and sucking, biting around the smooth skin.

He grunts at the addition of another weight on the mattress, a sharp streak of possession flaring up before he remembers his place. Oikawa slides in with an easy hum, tangles his fingers with yours for a few seconds. Exactly, that’s what he is. A one time fling. But it doesn’t take away the feeling of wanting to own you, to spread you open on his fingers, his cock, show you off to your shared friends like a trophy. He’s really not doing it for the achievement. But the idea of hearing you moan for him in front of Oikawa is enough to give him a headache. His mouth wraps around your nipple and sucks hard, hard enough to make your back bow off the bed. You whisper his name. “F-feels, ah- that feels good.”

Hajime pulls back to slide you higher on the bed, watches the obvious places his mouth has been. He’s harder than he’s been in a while. He kicks his sweats off next to the bed a bit too fast, almost tripping on the one leg. But you’re eyeing him down as he does with what he can only describe as hunger. His shirt and then boxers follow suit. For a second he’s not sure how you’ll react, can’t help but feel too seen under your gaze. But then your face changes from wanting to a cute, almost disbelieving pout, it makes pride glow in his chest like nothing else. He knows you’re used to plenty, if Oikawa’s exploits are anything to go by, but still.

Your expression only makes him harder. He knows he’s thick and flushed, letting you gawk for a bit as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. “You got me this fucking hard, y’see that?” Your blown out pupils flick back up to his face when he speaks, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. Your legs spread a little as if calling him back to you, the wet spot of your pussy darkening the pretty fabric. “Want this fat cock inside you?” His voice sounds low, gravelly, and you do a little double take back to his dripping cock before you nod.

Your own hand reaches up to tug a nipple, before you motion him back to you. An offer he gladly takes, doing his best to ignore the way Oikawa shifts on the bed to get a better angle. There’s a moment of hesitation on his part as he gets in between your legs, pulling his cock down to tap your pussy a few times over your lacy panties, letting it bounce between his legs under your eyes. You’re not shy about the way you’re basically eating him up either, but still his touch is slow and careful tracing up the side of your thighs to grip onto the baby blue fabric, color similar enough to his old high school jersey that he imagines fucking you in it.

An unfair visual that makes a shiver run down his back, basically bucking his hips into the air. You’re looking at him so fucking pretty, lips glossy and bitten swollen, eyes a little drooped, more dazed than he’s used to seeing you. If he had the chance he’d make you look at him like that every fucking second for the rest of his life. “‘M gonna taste you first, that okay with you?” he slowly asks, once again more for himself than for you. He doesn’t want to overstep, sure, but it’s also preparation for what he’s about to do. Cupping your cheek when you nod slow and needy, he bends to lay a few heated kisses on your mouth, can’t help himself. And you moan into it too, breathing his own name into his mouth.

Then he gets down to the edge of the bed and pats your puffy lips through your panties, rubbing up and down. They’re slicked straight through, another thing to add to the list of ego winners, and Hajime rubs two fingers first along the sides and then pushing down to part your bottom lips. “Ah- Iwa, p-please. Want more.”

“One second, baby,” he quickly assures, placing little kisses above the bow of your panties, hooking two fingers around the wet spot and pulling the fabric taunt. The noises you make are pure erotic, not loud enough to be anything more than whimpers and moans, but they burn into his mind loud and clear. Slipping the fabric to the side, he trails rough fingertips down your slicked up pussy, watching as more liquid drips out of you for him to swipe his fingers into. Unfairly pretty, it really is a sight to be seen. Oikawa must think so too, because the brunet leans down beside him to watch too.

“You’re drenched, princess.” A soft chuckle comes from beside him, and your boyfriend pulls your thighs open a little further when Iwa noses at your pretty pussy, placing a kiss onto the hooded clit. “Looks like Iwa-chan really is doing a good job. You enjoying that?”

“Mhm, ‘m enjoying ‘t so much,” you answer pitched and breathy, voice breaking a little when Iwa takes the opening to suck the top of your lips into his mouth and run the length of his tongue over you, swiping up more of the wetness. Hands come to his head to knead through his hair, gently tugging once again. You taste -fucking divine-. It takes him a second to place the heady taste, tongue swiping out once, twice for more. But then it hits, really hits him, that your pussy is dripping like a whore because of him, for him.

Oikawa hasn’t even touched you tonight, and you taste fucking divine. He doesn’t really register the next few seconds buried in your pussy until you’re tugging his hair hard, his arms wrapped around your thighs and pulling you level with his shoulders. He must’ve knocked Oikawa aside with the motion because his friend laughs lightly, and moves back onto the bed to brush his fingers down your throat. “He’s enjoying it too.”

“‘N you, Tooru?” you quietly breathe, and though he can’t see it, he hears you two kiss and hears the way Oikawa swallows the moan he’s pulling out of you. Licking like a man starved into your warm pussy, nose at your clit and his slight stubble rubbing your puffy lips. Your hips buck against his hold, rub yourself a little on his face, and he groans long and loud at the way his cock twitches so hard his balls pull up. You smell so good, taste so fucking good. Not that he imagined otherwise, but the sweetness of your pussy on his tongue makes him homesick.

He belongs three fingers deep in this pussy, the thought hits him, an mean, possessive one that he barely pushes back as he gets up onto his knees and lifts your hips along with it. “Fucking perfect pussy,” he grunts against you, and means it too.

You wiggle yourself against his face needy n pretty though, so fucking pretty. His fingers are splayed out over your soft thighs as you clamp them around his head, tits bouncing a little with the motion. Your slick is basically running down his chin by the time he even thinks to put his fingers in, your voice already so high and whiny— and though he doesn’t exactly recognize the sound, it’s clear when you start opening your teary eyes to look him in the eyes that you’re close.

“Iwa- I-Iwa, I’m- gonna cum. Oh, please don’t stop. Please, p-please.”

He adds a second finger into your clenching pussy and curls right in time for your breath to cease for a few seconds, legs clamping around his ears and your body curling off the comforter to keep his lips sealed around your clit, pussy fluttering so pretty around his fingers as he fucks you through the feeling. “Oh, fuck- me, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you whine so cutely when you cum, making little noises that have him fucking forward into nothing, smearing precum onto the blanket. Everything about you is pretty, even with the clear sheen of exhaustion that washes over you when you drop back down with the strength of a baby.

He lets you down and gets up from the floor to pull your underwear down your legs, before sliding his fingers back into your pussy. Your moan is hitched and a little protesting, but barely. “Gonna fuck you now, okay, baby? Ruin this pretty cunt.” Ruin you for anyone else, his mind echoes, but he keeps that to himself. It’s misplaced anyway, but he still can’t help it. Swiping his tongue out to clean some of you off his face, he looks up to Tooru. Who’s now reclined back on the bed with a pillow under him, stroking his cock at you both. A possessive spark once again burns hot in his chest. But still, “Want me to use a condom?” he asks, if only out of respect.

Out of obligation for their years of friendship.

“Mn-no,” you whine under him though, grabbing at his thigh. Your nails dig in hard enough for him to hiss, and Oikawa chuckles.

“You heard the girl. She does like it raw.”

Fuck you- raw. Oh, fuck. He hadn’t actually thought things through to this point. His heavy cock moves with the way his chest rises and falls, and you mewl in satisfaction at the sight. “Wan’you to fuck me just like this, Iwa. Like this, please.” Your polite little babble basically goes over his head, all he can hear over his heartbeat is the way you say it. Like nothing he’s ever heard you as, not in all the years he’s known you. It does something weird to his body, makes him feel so hot and cold at the same time. A little numb too.

He forces himself to slide you up into the bed to lay you closer to the head, and crawls over you dazed. His cock is so fucking hard and he’s so wet from your slick and his precum, but nothing feels entirely right. Until he meets your eyes and you stroke a hand down his chest, as if wanting to hear his heart hammer wildly under his skin. Your eyes are glossy and your pupils so wide as you eye him down, before putting your legs around his thighs to pull him a bit closer. “Fuck me like you mean it, okay?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. If he was close to cumming before, he’s just about done for now. A hard pull is needed between his legs, grabbing at the base of his own cock hard and tight to make sure it doesn’t all go to waste. If either of you notice his struggle, you don’t say anything. The sounds of Oikawa and of you blur in the too-hot room, sweat running down his back as he carefully nudges your legs apart a little more. You’re small under him, eyes more aimed at his chest when he lines up, and for a second he almost laughs at how appropriate it is.

But your lashes flutter as he pushes up against you, letting you guide him inside with a gentle brush of your palm. Everything about you is soft, he’s always known this, but the way your pussy spreads around him is just so- fucking- disproportionally soft. Velvet walls that seem to welcome him home when he slides into the wet mess between your legs, inch by fucking inch. Your voice hitches as you wrap your own little arm under his bicep and squeeze, letting him in a little more. “Ah, agh— Iwa-”

“Hajime.” He’s shaking as he says it, leaning down to kiss you long and hard. Your tongue swallows up the rest of whatever confession is wanting to come out, and he thanks every God he knows by name that you don’t notice. When he pulls back you look into his face with a little pout, brows furrowing at the stretch of his cock in your - “tight, fucking tight,” pussy, and he keeps himself up on one arm. The way he fills you out and you have to widen your legs more makes his body feel like he’s glowing.

Your nails dig into his back in need, scratching down his shoulder blade. The sting feels good. But it’s when your mouth cracks open to let out some little sounds that he really loses it. “H-hajime,” you pant, letting him kiss you again with a moan of your name, “Hajime, Hajime.” His face must be flushed seven shades til sunday, because he can feel the heat radiating from him, ears glowing hot. He fills you out with a grunt, bottoming out in you hard enough to have you mewling again.

“You’re so fucking pretty, oh- fuck, so fucking good for me,” he rambles, looking from your face to the way his cock is stretching you out, how your thighs are trembling around him. “That’s my girl.” He pulls back out, letting you hold yourself up on the bed by wrapping a leg around his glutes, before sliding back into your warmth. You’re just so good, feel so warm around him. You’re dripping too, he can feel the wetness run down his balls when he pulls back out to build a rhythm.

It’s not his best work, a little sloppy because of his constant staring, but you’re wiggling down so nicely— skin slapping against his strong thighs as he pulls you down on his cock. “God- fuck I’m close, you’re so pretty. Y’like getting fucked like this, huh?” The slightly cross eyed way you’re staring through him seems to prove so, so he places his elbows next to your head to fuck into you harder, a little faster too. “You’re drooling, baby.” The way you bounce and your tits bounce and the way you tear up, unable to say anything are all perfect. He whispers your name into your hair, and you wrap your arms around his chest to hang on.

It feels like an embrace. With his cock inside you and your pussy spasming around him and your lashes clumped together from the feeling, you’re quite possibly still the best person in the world to him. The feeling washes over him like the weight of the ocean, suffocating and thick. But you cling on, and he lets you. “Hajime. ‘M- your cock- ahgh.” He pushes his cock further, angling it a little until you really let out a cry, and your eyes press closed hard.

“Haj’me, h’jime— gon’cum. Gonna cum, please keep going. Please, please, please.” He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have it in him to deny you anything, wrapping his large hand around your hip to pull you onto him again and again and again. He kisses you, you moan and pant and throw your head back with the loud sound of the bed moving with the motions. And then he reaches down to rub over your clit, and you’re clenching around him so hard he goes lightheaded. His vision goes black for a second, before he can watch you twitch and bend for him, letting him bite down on your neck with a mewl that sends shivers down his spine.

“Hajime!”

Maybe he just thinks it. Or maybe he whispers it into your hair, so low no one will ever hear it.

Pleasure rips through his body, down his spine and to his balls as he locks up, cumming into your tight little cunt. It’s his cum that fills you up tonight, each pump emptying his balls into your spasming pussy. He can barely fuck you through it because of how hard you’re gripping his cock, clinging to him, lifting yourself from the bed to be closer and make every noise he knows will haunt him for the next months. But you don’t stop, so neither does he, squared shoulders as he moves until you milk him dry and the head of his cock feels a bit raw.

He doesn’t stop fucking into you until you whine his name pitiful and satisfied again, pressing against his chest with an exhausted giggle. “Hajime, please. Too much— it hurts.” You’re still heaving against his chest when your lids flutter open, lashes splayed out in funny directions because of the tears that still glisten in your eyes. But you look contented, a little curl to your lips as you once again pat at his shoulder. “Whew, that was a lot.”

He slowly eases his half-hard cock out of you, careful not to hurt you any more, before scooting back a little on his knees. You look to the side, the heat on your face still there as your eyes go half-mast at your boyfriend. “What’dya think? Did you cum?”

“Twice,” he hears you two kiss, hears how you giggle and take a deep breath. “You have no idea how hot you looked, love.” Hajime can’t make himself look over. He’s not a sore loser. He’s not. It’s just— the eyes he can feel on the side of his face, the accusatory way they seem to linger in his peripherals is unbearable. The bed squeaks when he gets off to find his clothes. He doesn’t really want to look back at the mess he’s left behind either, not only in fear of getting hard again. Though it’s part of it- he’s not really sure if he could mentally handle any more.

But before he has any chance to get collected, you slip from the bed and come to stand in front of him, tilting your head so cutely to the side as you brush his arm with your hand. “Where are you going? You don’t have to hurry out or anything, come lay down with us for a second.” Your pretty eyes are still a little blown out, but they’re genuine when you regard him. “Right, Tooru? There’s plenty of room.”

It’s sweet. He’s always— he has always loved that about you. Like he loves the way you smile, like he loves the way you look at him. Like he loves laughing at your jokes, loves hearing your voice over the phone, loves seeing pictures of you and Makki and Tooru being stupid. He loves you a little more than he did yesterday, he thinks, picking up his sweats from the floor as you stand there all doe-eyed with his cum dripping out of you.

But he’s sure of one thing, and that’s that he’d rather die than have to lay with Tooru’s accusations printed onto his forehead. Oikawa’s always been too smart for his own good, it’s one of the guy’s better qualities too. So he only gives you a little kiss between your brows, before scratching awkwardly at his neck. “No, I think I’m just gonna take a shower and head on home if that’s alright with you two.” You pout, but take a polite step back, playing with your own fingers.

“I’ve got a pretty early morning and, y’know,” you nod in understanding at his half-hearted attempt, before smiling and sweetly walking around him to go get a towel. “Should get going…”

It stays quiet for a few seconds, before Tooru makes a little sucking sound with his tongue. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

#iwaizumi x reader #iwa smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.cuckold #tw.cucking #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.iwaizumi

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mystistyx · 2 years

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blue paint

dabi x OC female (first POV)

chapter 3

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“Toga would love you..” I snickered to myself, watching Sapphire’s head turn slightly to eye if I was still in place, “..maybe even want to be you..”

I understood where Sapphire was coming from, frankly her mindset was mine when I decided to leave the League. Her words meant nothing to me, but hearing the same from all the other members when I left, it did make me question. My goals weren’t aligning with theirs anymore and their agenda was too slow for my liking. I wanted things done when I wanted them and I planned on it very soon.

The feisty girl turned a corner and she was gone. I leaned down to pick up my cigarette, it was still barely lit but a quick puff of it continued the ashes. I glared at the corner again before turning around. With nowhere to go or even call home, if you could call a run down place like the League hideout a home, I took my time walking down the street until an alley called my name. Following the gravel down a bit, I took a seat and rested my head on the brick wall, taking another drag.

Lately, I’ve been asking myself what I was really doing with my life. Essentially a twisted and homicidal cast out, I’ll admit it’s been exhausting. I’ve been getting nowhere with my adventures of finding Endeavor, the number two hero. Well, there’s been talk of him moving up due All Might being sick or whatever. I never prided myself on much, really only my flames and scars, on a good day. Even then, pain isn’t something to be proud of.

But my deadbeat dad moving up in the world as I still remain low? It’s motivation nonetheless to do something. I may never know his real feelings about me, whether he thinks of me every day as I do him, or if he’s only focused on heroism. Part of me gives wishes to my siblings wherever they may be. Surely they’re not as fucked up as I am.

There was small laughter creeping up as I flicked my cigarette, I turned my gaze from a dead rat to a passing couple. The man returned a look and noticed my cigarette. He stopped immediately and pulled out his own pack.

“Hey man, can I borrow your light?” He asked, holding up the stick with a hazy smile. It was clear he was tipsy, as well as the girl next to him. Her rosy cheeks and her hold on the man’s other arm, as if she was silently begging to go home and lay in bed. That silent conversation was something I missed from a woman.

A lightle grumble came from me, I dove into my pockets to find my lighter but all I had felt was wetness. Sapphire’s own hold damaged my lighter, the fluid dripping down my hand as the pieces of plastic tumbled down to meet the gravel below. I laughed out loud, making the couple’s happy faces slowly turn into confusion. On all the days to start fresh with myself, a bratty art student cucks me and strangers from a future cigarette.

Wiping my hand on my pants, as well as the stupid smirk off of my face, I raised up my hand to the man, almost telling him to come closer. He gave his girl a questionable look, gliding over the gravel and holding out his cigarette to me. As the tip of the cigarette hovered in the air, my thumb grazed it and my fire started. It had been a while since my flames were active, purely by choice now, so I kept it to a respectable 3 inch flame for their safety.

The woman gasped and drew back the man, clinging on his arm for dear life. His own face in a mixture of awe and terror, letting his stick fall into my thumb, immediately obliterating it into ash. The woman stumbled with her words and continued to pull her man away. When they managed to get back out of the alley and turn the corner, I could almost hear the man say something along the lines of “A villain out in the open like that? Does he have no control?”

He was right and wrong. I’ve had more control than I ever had in my life, it was just a matter of perspective. Before I could dwell more into my own self pity, I felt my phone vibrate in my pants. I didn’t even have to look at the potentially broken screen to know who was calling me. Ever since I left, Shigaraki would make a habit to call every day to really make sure I was confident in my decision to leave. The calls would be more frequent as the day of their attacks came closer.

I was right in my phone being damaged. Sapphire wasn’t here right now but she was getting under my skin. I pushed the screen button and held it up to my ear, the pieces of glasses poking out irritated my face scars. Soon enough, the familiar and rather annoying voice of my former boss echoed throughout.

“Dabi..” Shigaraki spoke, I could easily tell he was smiling as he said my name. Not a friendly smile, but that passive aggressive smile to try and get something. I wasn’t even mad, I couldn’t blame him. I knew my importance to my last job. “I’m starting to feel like an obsessed one night stand trying to get answers on why I’m not good enough..”

“Smart man like you..” I inhaled the smoke again and threw my cigarette on the ground, smushing it under my shoe, exhaling long and slow. “You’d think my words would have made sense. You know giving hints is a waste of time. Just take them already..”

His crusty and sly laugh made me feel uneasy. I wasn’t scared of Shigaraki, I have no fears left. But truly that mind of his, I respected. I knew what went on inside of there, whether he would act on his thoughts himself or make someone else do it. It wasn’t a fear, more like a caution on the back burner.

“Waste of time, huh..” He went silent as if he was in thought. In the background, I could hear him fumble with something, maybe paperwork. “You’ve been wasting precious planning time at some fancy museum hitting on some lady..”

For the first time in all my conversations with Shigaraki, my eyes were stunned like deer. To think he’s been watching me, even Ms. Claudia. How much did he know? Does he know where the studio is? Was he keeping tabs on.. all the students?

“I’ll give it to you, for a divorcee, Claudia Fuji is quite the eye candy..”

“Why did you call me?” I questioned. I didn’t want to bring up my other questions or what Ms. Claudia and I had done together. There was no way I was going to let Shigaraki bring her or any of the other students into his mind games.

“If your head wasn’t so thick, you’d know what’s coming soon..” His tone changed, his evil and teasing words were now serious and demanding. The true Shigaraki that I’ve always known. “Kyudai made some more modifications to our Nomus. We’re going to relea-”

“I told you I didn’t want to be a part of your plans anymore. I don’t care..” Heaving myself up from the ground, I grumbled again. Time and time again of being open and honest, no one seems to listen about my stance on not being affiliated with the League. The worst bitter ex known to man.

“So be it..” Shigaraki fell silent again, the loudness of that wasn’t something I could decipher. It didn’t sound like he was defeated. The way he spoke was like he was already the winner. “Just know our original schedule… has been pushed forward..”

The same time the phone clicked, a cold rain drop dressed my nose. The storm was closing in, the thunder rolling making an appearance. Stepping back onto the street, I managed to go backwards and traced Sapphire’s steps. Wherever she was walking to was a part of downtown I wasn’t familiar with. My hands found their way into my pockets and my gaze up to the studio passing by. There was a small hope in the next class, Ms. Claudia had told me her future plans for the students, wanting to push the class into new mediums.

Turning another corner, the heavy rain picked up. The water blurred my vision and the view of the empty streets. The crack of lightning up ahead was pretty to say the least, reminding me of Ms. Claudia’s tipsy passion vent on photography. Taking the moment or second and capturing it for centuries to always view, her words swam in my head.

“So dumb..” I muttered to myself. ‘It’s only a side job. I can’t let it control my min-”

❥ ❥ ❥

My little kitten Canary began to hiss on my bed, facing my windows as the thunder rumbled again. Poor thing didn’t know what to do. She was like me, bad weather would always put me in a mood. I helped her out by shutting all of my blinds to ease the tension. Her hissing was still apparent and only got worse once my phone rang right next to her. She hopped up and tumbled to the floor, running away into the bathroom.

“Hello?” I answered my phone, plummeting to my bed.

“Alright, spill!” Kayla shouted, making me hold my phone away from my head. “You were the last one in class today. TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

“Good lord..” I mumbled, steadily edging the phone back to my head. “I’m alive, so that’s something..”

“Ugh, come on. You know what I mean..” She whined. I didn’t know what she was after. Was she expecting a story about us sitting in complete silence as I painted him? A detailed story of enemies to lovers in a rustic art studio downtown? A radical fight I had with a villain after he pushed my buttons too much? Well.. now that, I could work with that.

“I don’t, Kayla. Nothing happened between us..” It wasn’t too much of a lie. “I just.. painted him blue like every other model..”

“Blue is your thing..” Giggles flooded my ear.

“Shut it..”

“If you don’t tell me something, I’m gonna march my way over to your place and force you to!”

A rather drastic huff released from me. As I held the phone to my cheek, I gazed at my loft. It was dark with hardwood and scattered objects that held true to what Kayla said on my thoughts of blue. As well as folded clothes on my couch that never made it to my closets and cabinets, paint materials scattered and a few of Canary’s toys.

But besides all of that, held a huge 9x9 canvas that Ms. Claudia had given to me. Without my approval, she submitted me for an art event for up and coming artists in the city. The event is two weeks away and still, not a single sketch had touched the canvas. Anyone else who would have been given the opportunity, along with one of the best spots in the museum, would be sketching day and night non stop. But me? There was no way in hell I would let Kayla see that and ask a thousand more questions.

“I-I gotta feed Canary and I really don’t feel like cleaning if you come..” The two bags of trash near the front door had been staring me down for weeks. While they weren’t smelly, I could tell Canary was just waiting to find one of her old cans of food just to lick. Before I could speak again, another crack of lightning made me flinch. “Plus, do you not hear that outside? You try and come over, you’ll be blown away before you make it to the front steps..”

“You’re no fun, Sapph..” Kayla exhaled theatrically. “I’m off to make dinner but next class if I sense anything weird, I won’t let it go..”

My snappy response back was cut short from Kayla hanging up. I was content in having Kayla as a regular friend, not so much a best friend. This type of pushing for information was uneasy for me and started to give me other thoughts about Dabi besides anger. He was a villain, nothing about him was worthwhile. None of the damage he had caused was worth drama and tea. Yet the more I thought about him.

“Nope..” I told myself, rolling off my bed. I slipped on my house shoes and scooted over to the front door. If anything was going to be on my mind, it would be getting some garbage out. As the rustle of the bags echoed in the room, soon enough Canary gained a second life and trotted in front of me. “Scaredy cat..” I shooed her away.

In the hallway of my apartment building, it was eerie. It made sense for everyone to be inside and bundled up, the storm sounded ferocious and harming. Yet, certainly not as dangerous as the elevators. The main elevator had not worked in months, and when it did, you could hear the creaks so much so, you’d think the whole thing would free fall into the basement. I made the smart and tiring choice to take the stairs.

Rushing down the stairs, I passed my next door neighbor, Mrs. Yuki. A kind and thoughtful old woman but unfortunately had dementia. It was hard for the rest of us to watch her in the building due to the lack of a support system for her. With a deceased husband and a home nurse that only cared about Mrs. Yuki’s cable TV, all of us took turns helping her when we could. I knew my week was coming up soon and frankly, I was excited.

“Oh..” Mrs. Yuki’s fraile voice spoke up. “Toni, I didn’t know you were home..”

“I always am when I’m not in class, Mrs. Yuki..” I reassured her. “Do you need help up the stairs?”

She waved her wrinkled little hands in the air with a soft smile. “I may be old, but I still have a heart of a bull..”

I genuinely laughed. On some of my off days, Mrs. Yuki would be the saving grace. Except for one time she caught me painting, she asked why I was smearing blueberries on a canvas. It was a two hour conversation that never ended and I might have yelled at her home nurse. That was certainly not a fun day.

“Hurry on and get inside, who knows if the lights may go off..” I returned a bright smile and continued down the stairs.

“Go off? I paid my light bill last week..” Mrs. Yuki’s voice trailed off.

I snorted and finally made my way downstairs. It was odd that such a new building didn’t have a trash shoot and only a trash room, but there was no room for complaints. The rent was reasonable, the building itself was beautiful and the neighbors, when they’re not bonkers, are friendly. Eyeing the trash room near the mailroom, the ground underneath me shook.

“What the..” I wobbled in place, slamming my hand against a maintenance closet to hold myself up. The lights flickered uncontrollably, followed by a deep and horrific roar from outside. My heart sank, the familiar sound and feel of it all told me another attack amongst the storm. This was all becoming too frequent for my liking. The terror in the city never ended.

My suspicions were confirmed when nothing but a chunk of the ceiling and bricks hurdled down a few meters in front of me. Water from the pipes of the building and the rain soaked pieces of mail that flew up. Crumbles of concrete and insulation littered the floor, making it a hard and sloppy mess. Starting to hyperventilate, my mind screamed at my legs to run and hide back in my loft. All of the bones in my body rattled, ignoring my flight instinct.

Move, dammit… Leave right now..

A mass within the debris started to move, moving like it wanted to be free. My first thought was that it was a person I managed to miss in front of me, that they were crushed and begging for dear life. With one foot moving in front of the other to try and save them, both of the trash bags in my hands fell in the rushing water on the floor. A massive and beastly creature stomped through the hole that it had created. The roar it made shook the building even more. I remembered seeing something like it on the news before, but the name of it was lost on me. A grotesque creature with half its brain out. A villain puppet was all I could call it at the time.

Run.. NOW

Putting my foot back into its original place, the debris on the floor pushed up and was set free. It was a person who wanted to be free. By the way they held onto the stomach for support, their arm in the air trying to hold off the beast, the desperate look in their eye as they realized I was watching the whole thing.

The look in his eye.

Did he want me to run?

Did he want me to help?

Never in all my years of life would I think I would-

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 3 years

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I just found a chengxian blog and checked out a fanfic - just to see how they worked around wangxian - I’m always curious and sometimes this kind of thing gives me insight I didn’t realise was present - but jfc, the delusion is real.

Now I know, it’s bad form to go look for this stuff and shit on a ship, and I’m not shitting on the very concept of chengxian. Hell, before the fall of LP, I could even see something? Something unhealthy and all sorts of unbalanced but okay sure. And AUs of course. Either way, to each their own.

But these post-resurrection or even worse, post canon fics are hilarious.

Because suddenly we’re all forgetting just how gone WWX is for LWJ because they have similar interests (music and literature), morals (you know, being good) and have always been equals (in talent) - and instead we have WWX being a miserable drunk and hating CR because LWJ gives in too easily, he doesn’t have enough pushback to stimulate him (are we forgetting how this relationship started?) and it just baffles me.

Why it baffles me is the lack of awareness. Do they actually believe this? I mean, I’ve read some XiYao fics and some of those shippers are very well aware of the effed up dynamics at play. Sure, they mess around with it, give Yao some benefit of the doubt, make a lot of canon divergences, but these guys just see everything through opaque rose coloured glasses and somehow try to justify it and I don’t really know how they function...

Btw I’m a CQL only but with a healthy respect for the other forms but CQL really did mess with minds when you see JC clapping for WWX during the archery thing (albeit with a constipated smile and he didn’t even participate) while the donghua which is closer to the novel clearly shows us that he was upset at not winning himself - this is apparently a very clear sign of his adoration and of course justifies how he basically led to WWX throwing himself off a cliff because the irrational grape would have led to both wangxian falling.

Just🤦🏼‍♀️

I'm dealing with a migraine so hopefully what I put here isn't too mean in regards to this ship.

I don't in anyway care what others ship given that I myself lowkey ship ridiculous things that have no romantic basis in the material (and given I respect the author I see exactly what she means that none other than the purely romantic pairs shown in MDZS are meant to be seriously interpreted as romantic in canon). But hey, I like shallow, I like the effed up dynamic in NieYao and XueXiao and like the shallowness of X!cheng for fun what if's. But you (general you but for the stans specifically) have got to admit when something is just for shallow fun without demeaning the real work itself and hate the main core of it and changing the dynamics to be so wildly OOC because you are personally salty (You look like a major Karen doing this shit and are fucking adults sounding like those middle school shit heads).

I also have a whole fanon conspiracy that Jiang Cheng works as a false love interest and as an unrequited fucked up crush/obsession since I personally feel it adds more to Jiang Cheng's depths in terms of exploration for FAN works.

"Do they actually believe this?"

Yes, they honestly do believe, in all their tiny galaxy brained power that this ship is somehow superior and has romantic chemisty along with needing to have been the focused CP. I will point out it is really not even what I would consider a popular pair given it has just under 2k on AO3 alone for the Western base along with the Untamed/MDZS having the largest audience for Danmei works there. Lofter itself has it's own top 100 ships with Jiang Cheng's most popular being X!cheng by a large margin similar to it's Western stats.

If we breakdown it's rankings for both

AO3: Rank 2 of overall ship works 2020: Wangx!an

Rank 55: X!cheng

with ChengX!an being too low in numbers to rank in.

Lofter overall ship works 2020: Rank 1: Wangx!an (with X!anwang ranking again at 66)

Rank 13: X!cheng

Rank 48: Xiancheng (and yes this is a very important distinction as it denotes the "dominate" one in the pair)

If we were to mesh these together with tumblr stats in a similar way the overall would still be Wangxian ranking high as Rank 1 in the Untamed/MDZS tag, overall ships Rank 13 and the only MXTX pair to be featured.

After that digression, regardless of the interpretations, even with Wang ZhouCheng he himself only played up the sibling aspect of the relationship as was in script, it does not have the supposed chemistry they speak of when they slap the Wangx!an one on it. God damn if I have to see this Cuckji shit from these shippers one more time my eyes will roll on the floor and melt from the stupid, which is ironic since Jiang Cheng himself was the canon Cuck who's bro got swept off his feet by the canon Chad. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jiang Cheng through several passages in the book shows that his downfall was his jealousy of Wei Wuxian as his own person that did not listen to him specifically but it was never in terms of romance at the base of what MXTX was showing simple as that. This was shown with Wei Wuxian's interest in Lan Wangji, him saving Lan Wangji and to a point MianMian, as well as the Wen Remnants because it simply left Jiang Cheng what he considered more work and trouble. He cared about Wei Wuxian in so much as Wei Wuxian didn't make a splash for the reputation of Yunmeng Jiang while hypocritically having made use of Wei Wuxian during the war and turning around to be jealous of the devotion Wei Wuxian had during that time due to the attention Wei Wuxian garnered. Jiang Cheng simply did not think he had to extend some sort of actual good will to Wei Wuxian since he felt he had given enough of that just by the sake of Jiang Fengmian taking him in as a disciple and raising him. HOW you get Wei Wuxian having romantic inclination out of this, I can't say as I am not enlightened enough for the wonders of ChengX!an and apparently want to fuck MXTX who I have never met or know, or, want to fuck the very gay leads (who do not exist) despite being a lesbian.

#major wank #salt? salt #god damn I hate this pair as much as Asr!an thanks to the stans of them

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Hfbbfbhbbbbff stumbles in here. Listen. Uhhhh hl gordo topping the absolute shit out of vr gordos like, fingers shoved in so far in his mouth and Benrey "accidentally" stumbling in to find them and just seeing vr gordos become such a fuckinf mess under hl gordo..... idk it's on the brain now thanks to you and honestly thank you very much

thank you very much for this fantastic idea i took it and ran way too far with it

vr gordon on his knees with a hand in his hair tilting his head back, hl gordon in the HEV suit with 3 fingers fucking his mouth so you know he got those gloves on, just looking him right in the eyes while he does it, vr gordons got his hands wrapped around hl gordons forearm and his thighs spread wide, hes fuckin droolin and flushed and moaning around hl gordons fingers

and then benrey walks in and vr gordon Flips and is like "mpphh mhmhpph" trying to get those fingers out of his mouth and be Normal but hl gordon just grabs his hair tighter and plunges them in deeper and turns to stare right at benrey. doesnt say anything. just gives him an intense, totally unreadable look

gordon getting cucked by hl gordon and not letting himself join in b/c he is emotionally and sexually repressed as all hell is great. but i think it would be really fucking good if hl gordon wordlessly invites benrey to join in. just jerks his head to the side like "get over here"

well, first benrey just stands there, eyes wide and surprised as all hell while vr gordon slaps at hl gordons arm until he takes those fingers out of his mouth. then he starts bitching like "fucking-- go away, benrey, wait a fucking minute here--" until hl gordon leans down and whispers something in his ear that benrey cant make out. but whatever it is, it has an Effect on vr gordon thats kind of like watching a glass of water be poured over his head - his mouth snaps shut, and his face turns a dark, dark red, and he swallows hard as he looks back at benrey. and then back to hl gordon. and then he says, real quiet, "uh. okay"

and then benrey gets another Look from hl gordon and hes like "uhhh. cool. yeah. this is cool" and steps into their circle like his legs are on autopilot cuz hes still like what is even going on, never fuckin seen freeman like that before, this is craaaazy ha ha

(like, okay, in this scenario hl gordon already fuckin knows that vr gordon is into benrey and hes just being a little emotionally-constipated bitch about it. thats the whole reason he nodded at benrey to let him join in anyway. so what hl gordon is whispering into his ear is something along the lines of, like, this is what he wanted to do anyway, right? hl gordon already knows. so why dont u be good for the both of them, gordon?)

then before he knows it, hes standing in front of vr gordon on his knees and casting a shadow over him and vr gordon is so fucking embarrassed right now. but, like, hl gordon wasnt wrong, and he really, really wants to be good for him. (and, you know, for benrey, but if he admits that to himself he might actually fucking die.) hes sweating as he looks up at the both of them, like, "uh, okay, hey. uh. what am i supposed to--"

hl gordon interrupts him by making a fucking obscene motion with his (still spit-slick) fingers, indicating that benrey should do what hl gordon was just doing a second ago. (please note: hes still got his other hand in vr gordons hair.) and benrey looks between the two of them with his hand raised halfway into the air, like, yo, is this cool? is this actually happening? hl gordon gestures at him like, go ahead, bro. and when his hand approaches vr gordons mouth and his fingers alight on his lip, that mouth parts just enough to let him in, even if vr gordons having a really goddamn hard time meeting his eyes.

and benrey slowly starts feelin him from the inside, feeling the slick surface of his tongue and teeth while hl gordon gives benrey encouraging gestures and shows him how best to do it. how to get vr gordon to whimper and drool around his fingers just like he was doing earlier. not that vr gordon needs much help getting there - the humiliation of copping to his feelings like this, on his knees and fellating his frenemys hand, combined with hl gordons fingers gently stroking and scratching his scalp and stroking his ear and jaw as if to say, youre doing good, is getting him 12 different kinds of Fucked Up. hes still too embarrassed by all this to really get back into Whoredon Freeman mode so easily, but the embarrassment is.......really fucking cute. its doing it for benrey. and soon enough, hes got 3 fingers in gordons mouth and is feeling those low noises gordons making just as much as hes hearing them

i just......i think hl gordon is neat......hes just......a really quiet guy that projects this air of almost total confidence just by virtue of not speaking that much (and therefore, never sticking his fucking foot in it) and talking with his hands comes a lot easier than speaking aloud.......and hes a nice guy who doesnt have a problem showing it when its necessary/appropriate but he doesnt abide bullshit b/c bullshit gets people killed, which vr gordon unfortunately has in spades........literally all just fucking made-up personality traits but i just see it very clearly in my head

in my mind he is the polar opposite of vr gordon. like. vr gordon is so desperate to maintain control over his peers and his environment and he mostly just......yells ineffectually and runs around like a big loud rooster trying to peck everybody into place. and clearly that shit dont work out too well for him. so in comparison hl gordon is just......effortlessly confident in what he does and how he acts and people are just naturally inclined to listen to him/take him seriously. or at least he appears that way on the outside - i imagine the guy still has some self esteem issues, both about himself as a person and in his own abilities to Do What Needs To Be Done. just.......being so quiet all the time projects that air

i also imagine that like......his smiles are a bit of a rare thing, too. especially for vr gordon, who spends most of the time rubbing him the wrong way. so when vr gordon does earn one of those smiles, or a thumbs up, or basically any kind of positive attention, it hits extra hard

still thinking about. hl gordon basically......teaching benrey how to fuck vr gordon. in so many words. starting with the fingers.....hes also quietly being encouraging towards benrey, too, communicating that hes doing good at this. (is hl gordon domming both of them at the same fucking time?? youre goddamn right he is.) and benreys tenting the absolute hell out of his slacks by the time hes got vr gordons hand wrapped around his wrist to keep him there, and by the time gordons whining around his fingers and spreading his legs open wider instinctually and jerking his hips a little against the arm hes got shoved down between em for just a little friction

and then hl gordon stops benrey and makes another obscene motion and-- oh. yeah, benrey would like to take care of his boner issue like that, thank you. benreys a little dumbfounded, like, "yo, uhhh, you really wanna suck my dick? friend?" and vr gordons like "oh my god, you didnt have to say it out loud! jesus fucking christ, do not say anything-- not another fucking word--" but hes cut off by hl gordons hand tugging his hair hard enough to make him hiss. "okay, okay, jeez!"

vr gordon shimmies closer and looks up at him, still red, still sweating, drool running down the corner of his mouth and trailing in a translucent string from benreys fingers. still embarrassed. but daring benrey to do as he was told. so benrey unzips himself with shaking fingers and pulls out his dick. hes fully hard already and hl gordons there to guide the both of them how to do it - takes vr gordons hand and curls it into a fist with his thumb tucked inside, guides vr gordons head with the hand still in his hair. pushes him onto benreys dick. and theres something decidedly fucking weird about hl gordons role in this, but hes clearly getting off on it, and so are the rest of them, so theres not a lot of room left for any of them to worry about it

i cannot rightfully allow myself to keep fucking writing this when i still havent finished writing gordon freeman coming untouched but im just fucking frothing thinking about hl gordon showing benrey exactly how to push vr gordons buttons. shows him how to finger vr gordon, which angle he should push gordons legs back to so he can hit just the right spot, guides him to take just the right pace and shows him how gordon likes his hair to be pulled

and benreys so obedient! its a marked difference from how much shit he gives vr gordon at any attempt to control him. vr gordons honestly a little miffed about it, but on the other hand, hl gordon is really good at jerking him around and getting him off and hes a very good teacher. he cant complain

Anyway. See Ya

#asky #writin stuff

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hookahmancer · 3 years

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Coldsteel: Hot and Cold part 1

The howling sirens of the Mobius City bank can be heard from across the village, out running with a big sack of money is none other than the nefarious naydoer Coldsteel.

He pulls down his bandito mask just long enough to tell the chasing guards behind him "nothing person-el wagie cucks!" The guards stop and gasp

"He took off his mask! We've been exposed!" "He really is the most vile!"

He sneers but in his path is Amy Rose.

"What do you think you're doing Coldsteel?" He looks around confused

"You're not Sonic. What was he busy or something? Sending his poor little..." He looks up and down her body. "Sister? To umm...buh"

"SISTER?! I'll have you know little man I'm Sonic's future wife!"

"I doubt that..." She grumbles and pulls her hammer back and he mutters "oh shit" and runs towards his left. She yells for him to come back here and in the far distance "nothing person-el kiddo!"

She grumbles and says "what trash..." The guards have these smirks on their face.

"What are you two smirking about?!"

"Nothing kiddo. Nothing at all." "He calls everyone kid."

"It's about context Amy. You know if you plan to win Sonic's heart you gotta pick up on these things."

Meanwhile as Coldsteel is still running he starts getting short on breath.

"Wow this running stuff is hard work how does Sonic do it?! Imma take a smoke break. That'll reinvigorate me. Smoking is way better than cholesterol riddled chili dogs." As he starts vaping he realizes where he is.

"Wait...isn't this one of Eggman's territories? Oh that schizo could be of great use to me!" He puts his vape away, grabs his money sack and heads toward the entrance where this giant spike robot looks down at him assessing.

"Hedgehog... Not Sonic, not Shadow, state your name and business."

"Coldsteel. Business is let me in or else."

"Threat assessment confirmed. Hate that hedgehog." Spikes come out of it's body that Coldsteel easily avoids, but realizes he can't make physical contact with the robot without those spikes prodding into him.

"I probably should've thought this through... How does friggin Shadow do it?! Oh wait he has a gun. I should probably get me one of those. I mean now that I have MONEY I can... But..."

Eggman's fortress doors slide open and Dr. Eggman walks out aggravated.

"What is all this commotion about? HEDGEHOG!"

"Wo wo there Eggy! I didn't come here to fight but make a deal!"

Eggman raises his hand to have the spike robot stand down "I'm listening..."

Coldsteel plops down the sack revealing the swathes of cash inside.

"I got all this money see? And I'm willing to pay you a large sum of it to make me something..."

"Pthfft. I am a SCIENTIST! What good is your money to me?! I'm basically a god! If I want something I can just create it. Perfect it. Your money is no good here, go home."

Coldsteel puts on a Joe Biden voice "comeon man!"

"What would you even have had me build you? Some sorta ray gun to nuke that insipid Shadow? Perhaps some sorta quantum accelerator boots so you could fight toe to toe with Sonic?"

"Man you are a one track mind Scrambled Eggs. No I don't want anything like that. Use that genius of yours to create something useful like a love potion."

Eggman squeels a bit but plays it off as a cough at being called a genius.

"A love potion you say? Such trivial engineering and morally incomprehensible! Why would I manipulate the thoughts and feelings of the neurological pathways of Sonic or one of his annoying friends just to rattle them with false dopamine and serotonin?!"

"Cause we're BAD GUYS you fucking..." Coldsteel rubs his nasal cavity.

"Look, if lets say as an example, you used a love potion on Sonic."

"ARE YOU INSANE PURPLE HEDGEHOG?!"

"Figuratively green eggs and ham! If you used a love potion on Sonic, he'd stop ruining your evil plans. Than you could do whatever you want!"

Eggman strokes his mustache and paces.

"I see your point...However, my relationship with that...hedgehog is complex enough as it is. I don't need to make the situation worse with..."

"Well it's not for YOU, IIII want the love potion to use on..."

"There is NO WAY I'm going to develop a love potion for you to defeat MY sworn enemy!"

"Holy crap I'm gonna kick you in those two little eggs of yours dangling. IT'S NOT FOR SONIC!!!"

"Hmmm..." Eggman paces around some more playing with his hands.

"The answer is still no. Your intention to bait out one of his little friends is commendable, but"

"Oh I see. You just can't do it."

"That's not it at all I just..." Coldsteel grabs his money sack

"You're not a genius at all. You're just some incel playing with his dangerous toys!"

"How dare you?! Fine hedgehog, I will devise you the weaponry you so desire...but it will be on my terms as you are incapable of realizing how volatile playing with emotions can be!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, great. Free will and all that fortune cookie goodness. Let's just do it!"

Later Eggman is mixing together compounds in his lab, puts it in a dart vial, and loads it into a gun. Pointing it around squinting one eye.

"So whom is the intended target hedgehog?"

"Well, I don't know her name, but she's pink, and has this hammer, and..."

Eggman fumbles almost dropping the gun but catches it. "AMY?! YOU'RE PLANNING TO SHOOT AMY OF ALL PEOPLE?!"

"Watch where you're aiming that thing hard boiled!"

Eggman smirks.

"I'll admit. I had my doubts at first...but that is a diabolical plan! Amy has obsessed over Sonic for such a long time, to suddenly lose those feelings for you would leave a subconscious impression Sonic was no good for her. Her infatuation for you will turn into a bitter resentment for Sonic and SHE will be my weapon!"

"...Yes. Yes that's totally what I was thinking. Now gimme the gun." Eggman pulls it away

"As if I would trust something of my creation in the hands of greasy grubby hedgehog hands! I'll be the one doing the shooting!"

"...please no." "Come hedgehog. We have a soldier to recruit into our villainous army!"

As they're hiding in some bushes with binoculars Any is talking with Sonic and Tails about something or another. Eggman whispers to Coldsteel. "Do you see them?"

Coldsteel is checking out up Amy's skirt while she playfully fidgets talking to Sonic.

"Oh I see'em..."

"Alright than I'm going to take the shot. In 3...2...1!"

He shoots the dart and in all her little movements and dancing smitten over Sonic it just misses her and Tails is shot right in the chest with the dart.

"Darn it I missed."

"Eggman I swear to God I'm gonna hang your webos as a trophy."

The heroes are freaking out. "Where did that dart come from?!" Amy screams and Sonic traces it from that angle to the bushes they're hiding it and sees figures in them and runs over drop kicking Eggman right in the face while Tails is having a panic attack saying "is it poison?! Am I gonna die Amy?!"

Sonic thrashes on Eggman "I knew you were a nasty ambre Eggshit but I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to do something like this!"

Coldsteel is hyping Sonic up like "yeah Sonic, kick him again! That Egg punk is getting everything that's coming to him!"

"Mutiny! Treason! All you hedgehogs are alike..."

"Heh, nothing person-el kid."

Tails sees them essentially bullying Eggman and just starts to laugh.

Amy puts her hand on Tails shoulder "are you ok Tails?"

"I feel fine... Actually I feel great. Who, whose that other hedgehog over there just making fun off Eggbutt while Sonic"

Amy squints her eyes and clenches her fist. "Coldsteel!"

Coldsteel notices Amy has spotted him and says

"Well I'd love to stay Doctor but I uhh...I think I left my vape on."

"Don't leave me here with this blue brute! We're a team!"

Sonic about to punch Eggman again says "team?" And looks Coldsteel's way. Coldsteel looks around and makes a run for it. "Gotta go fast!"

He runs for it and trips "ahhh fuck! Me knee!"

Tail gasps and flies over there as quickly as he can. As Any and Sonic notice Tails is acting strange.

"Are you ok Coldsteel?" "Yeah, that just friggin hurt... Sonic never stumbles. Fricking Mary Sue ass nigga."

Tails giggles and says "hold on..." Pulls out a first aid kit with anti bacterial, napkins, and bandaids, and puts it on Coldsteel. "All better!" With a big innocent smile and Coldsteel smiles back.

Sonic yells at Tails "Tails get away from him. That guy is bad news!"

Tails gets up and scolds Sonic "Sonic you know what sorta psychopath Egg garbage is! He probably used to some sorta mind control device, or or...held his family hostage! Or maybe he thought we were the bad guys! Or..."

"Tails bro, you're acting really strange... Whatever Eggman infected you with. It's messing with your head."

"My head is fine! You're just...being a jerk!" Tails turns back to Coldsteel and holds his hand.

"You wanna stay a while Coldsteel? I'd love to show you the plane I've been working on! Maybe Any could cook us up a...well I mean her cooking stinks but she tries."

"I heard that you little twerp!"

Coldsteel rubs the back of his neck really uncomfortable at the predicament he's found himself in and says "Ehhh, sorry. But your friends are kinda right about me little guy."

"My name is Tails." "Yeah yeah Tails. Uhh... Y'see EGGMAN HERE kinda screwed up the plan."

"He does that a lot." "I'm noticing..."

Eggman is crying on the ground "WHERE'S MY BANDAID?!"

"So I'm gonna go..." "Please Mr. Coldsteel?" He sees the sadness is Tail's eyes, the suspicion in Sonic's, the disdain in Amy's, he raises his hand and Tails flinches thinking he's gonna hit him but just places it on top of his head.

"Nothing person-el kid..." And runs away. Amy screams "yeah you better run coward!"

Eggman is still sobbing and looks up at Tails

"C...could you spare a little of that oxytocin hormone scoring through your blood stream for a genius?" Tails just raises his chin up like the Skinner meme

"Pathetic..."

#sonic the hedgehog #fanfic #cold steel #sonic memes

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a dissection of anime nathaniel hawthorne in relation to the scarlet letter

In Which I’m Bored and Want to Talk About Anime Nathaniel Hawthorne and Why He’s More Interesting Than the Fandom Wants to Admit, and Also About Arthur Dimmesdale And Shit

This is going to be long. Fuck.

(spoilers through the manga, which i have not read all the way through, so take everything i say with a grain of salt. same goes for the scarlet letter, which i haven’t read in nearly four years. ripperoni bro)

Above is the topic of today’s procrastination, Anime Nathaniel Hawthorne from Bungo Stray Dogs. He is a member of an American organization called the Guild, he’s a preacher, and he has a superpower/ability called The Scarlet Letter that allows him to manipulate his own blood into scripture that can either harm or defend via spears and shit and then shields and shit.

He’s also a simp for Anime Margaret Mitchell, but I’ll be getting into that in a moment.

Anyway, here’s a better picture of our lovely reverend, this time with his ability:

Funny, right? But that’s what I’m gonna talk about today simply because I’m bored and I should be writing but I’m currently not and I really have a soft spot for this bitch of a preacher. Hawthorne here has a lot more to his character than a lot of people give him credit for, which makes sense because he is a relatively-minor character and all he’s been doing recently is getting cucked by Anime Fyodor Dostoevsky, and while he may currently be Comrade Assassin, he’s still a complex character if you look past what our favorite Russian pimp has been up to.

So a bit more about Hawthorne before I crack open my copy of his most famous book:

He is a preacher, not a priest, as shown by his choice in clothing. Priests don’t wear that, take it from a former Catholic. His clothes resemble the robes worn by classic Puritan preachers (such as the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, but we’ll get to him in a minute.) Whether that was on purpose or not I don’t know, but I’m aiming for a yes because Margaret Mitchell, his partner, wears a Southern belle-style outfit that Scarlett O’Hara (the main character of Mitchell’s most famous work, Gone With the Wind) wears, and John Steinbeck wears clothes reminiscent of Tom Joad (the main character of Steinbeck’s most famous work, The Grapes of Wrath.) It’s kind of a thing with the Guild. Edgar Allan Poe wears clothes that a goth around the time of Poe’s life would’ve worn. Same goes for Louisa May Alcott, Mark Twain, and H. P. Lovecraft. Meanwhile characters such as Lucy Maud Montgomery, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Herman Melville wear clothes that their characters (Anne from Anne of Green Gables, Jay Gatsby from The Great Gatsby, and whoever the fuck was in Moby Dick, respectively.) Hawthorne fits in with that last set of characters, which is funny considering the real life Hawthorne’s works.

In reality, Nathaniel Hawthorne was an American author in the early-to-mid-1800s who wrote many short stories, novels, and poems and shit, usually Romantic in nature. He started off, though, as a big member of the Transcendentalist movement. Transcendentalism, if you don’t know, is kind of like the 1800s equivalent of hippies. They were pretty anti-government and anti-religion, usually specifically anti-Christianity. These institutions corrupted the basis of mankind. Hawthorne himself helped form a utopian commune up in New England (it didn’t last long, don’t worry.) As he grew older, he grew out of that kind of writing and lifestyle and into the works we know him for today, such as his most famous novel, The Scarlet Letter. It, like many of his other works, contains allusions to religion and exists as a sort of criticism on it.

The Scarlet Letter is set in the middle of the 1600s in Puritan New England. The Puritans were known for being Super Christian. They did not pass the vibe check. The main character is Hester Prynne, a young woman convicted of adultery with an unknown father. After being “released” from prison after the birth of her daughter, Pearl, Hester is allowed to move around outside of prison. But to signify her “evilness”, she must have a red letter ‘A’ on the front of her dress at all times (the eponymous and extremely metaphoric scarlet letter.) Besides Hester and Peal, main characters include Roger Chillingsworth, a doctor and Hester’s ex-husband from England who has vowed to track down the father and have him punished as well, and the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, who is sick All of the Time For No Apparent reason. By the end of the novel it’s revealed that Dimmesdale’s illness is actually a manifestation of his guilt because he was Pearl’s father despite him being a reverend and all and Hester being an unmarried woman. He ends up dying in the end after professing his guilt and showing the town the red letter ‘A’ that God supposedly engraved upon the skin on his chest.

So let’s start here with a brief summary of Dimmesdale’s actions in the book as recalled by someone who hasn’t read it in four years but who is looking at the Wikipedia article right now.

We first meet him when he and another minister, John Wilson, question Hester as to who the father of her child was. She doesn’t answer. The next time we see him in person is when Hester goes to the governor to ask if she can keep Pearl. She pleads with Dimmesdale and Wilson (who is there too for some reason), and he manages to persuade the governor to let her keep her child. At some point soon after, his health really begins to decline, and Chillingsworth moves in as a physician. Chillingsworth discovers a weird symbol of guilt on Dimmesdale’s chest while the poor guy sleeps after suspecting that the preacher’s illness is a manifestation of an unknown guilt. Dimmesdale, filled with guilt, goes to the town square in the middle of the night one day and screams his guilt to the heavens, but he can’t make himself do it during the day. Hester, shocked by the poor guy’s whole deal, decides to break her vow of silence. She calls Dimmesdale outside of town and tells him that they’re going to move to Europe together and start a new life with Pearl. He agrees and seems reinvigorated. They go back to town, and all’s fine until he gives a really good sermon on Election Day. After that, he professes his guilt and dies in Hester’s arms. People there claim to see a “stigma” in the shape of a letter ‘A’ on his chest, though others say there’s nothing there.

Dimmesdale is a man consumed by his guilt. He physically and mentally declines because of his guilt and his unwillingness to expose himself for the sinner he really is, though, through it all, he supports Hester and Pearl as best he can considering his station as the town minister. He’s supposed to be the beacon of mortality, the person everyone should look up to and respect and learn from. And here he is, an adulterer, and a liar. And when he finally grows past his guilt and decides to let it out in favor of leaving and starting life anew, he dies, consumed, supposedly, by the wrath of God. He “falls” as a sinner, struck down by the very flames of Hell themselves. Or, more likely, a regular heart attack. He died of shock, poor guy.

Compare that to Anime Nathaniel Hawthorne. He starts out as a member of a secret association who, according to its leader, Fitzgerald, doesn’t do good, but does what needs to be done. That’s probably why Hawthorne joined it in the first place. While his main goal has always been eradicating sinners from the face of the Earth, he probably started out as a regular old minister. Eradicating doesn’t always mean killing, and this is shown as he only attacks those who threaten his work, his partner (wink), and himself. This changes after the woman he loves throws herself in the way of an attack and nearly gets herself killed saving him. In canon, she’s still in a coma. In canon, he gave himself completely into sin because of his guilt and love for her. And that’s where the similarities between Hawthorne and Dimmesdale really start.

Let’s start with the obvious guilt complex. This goes along with what I believe Dostoevsky’s ability, Crime and Punishment, does. I believe it feeds off of an individual’s guilt, manipulating it and their mind in the process. We see this with Karma, a young man Dostoevsky kills. Karma, in his last moments, goes through all he went wrong with in his life (you know, or as much as a manga page or two can have) and dies knowing that he’ll never achieve his dream. That’s a more extreme example, I think, and not one I should really be using as evidence for anything considering it’s the only example of this really happening. Every other person that Dostoevsky kills with his ability just drops dead without the audience seeing into their thoughts. He’s got an insta-kill ability, but my theory builds off the idea that he can control living or dying. Hawthorne came to Dostoevsky to work for Dostoevsky’s organization, the Rats in the House of the Dead, in exchange for Mitchell getting “revived”. He might look cool on the outside, but he left the Guild, his friends, because Mitchell got hurt. He loves her, and he says as much in the manga (the anime didn’t say so, but left it unsaid and obvious to those looking.) The next time we see Hawthorne, he’s a mindless assassin who really only remembers Mitchell from his past, and the assassin who nearly killed her. His guilt twisted him into someone completely different from how he was before, even looking physically leaner and as different a brief appearance in a manga and anime can make someone look. He’s even lost his glasses, and any normal look in his eye. It’s kinda like the main character of Crime and Punishment from what I can tell, but I also haven’t read that book so take what I say on that with a gain of salt.) He’s consumed by his guilt (thanks, Fyodor.) Guilt is a big part of his character (as much of a character as he has currently, anyway.) The same can be said for Dimmesdale, who, as I’ve said before was consumed by his own guilt and sin until his death.

I hope that Hawthorne doesn’t end up as dead as Dimmesdale did when he reunites with his supposed love interest (love interests aren’t really a thing in this series, which makes Hawthorne and Mitchell even more interesting to me.) I hope he gets a happy ending, but... that probably won’t happen unless Dostoevsky dies, which seems like an end-game thing to me. He’s a bad dude with slight plot armor.

Anyway, past the guilt, their relationship with the respective women in their lives is another important and interesting parallel. Dimmesdale, even through Hester’s punishment, more or less treats her as he would’ve before Pearl. I believe that he did truly love her in his own pitiful way, though not as much as he loved his relationship with God, as seen by his continued guilt and shit. But it’s important to note that he seemed to admit his own love for Hester by agreeing to run away to Europe with her, and he did so in little ways throughout the story by helping her keep Pearl and by really just giving her a lighter sentence than a lot of women would’ve gotten. Puritan ministers were up there with government officials in the law (look at the witch trials, for example), so he would’ve definitely had input on her punishment. Most women would’ve been stoned or banished from the town or colony. Hester, notably, was let off relatively easy with just the emblem and the vague banishment to living in a house outside of town alone with her daughter. Hawthorne’s partner was Margaret Mitchell, and from the very beginning until the assassin skewered them, the two of them argued. Honestly, they bickered a lot like an old married couple. It was kinda cute in a weird way. Neither of them would obviously admit their feelings for each other. Both are proud people, Mitchell coming from a disgraced rich family and Hawthorne being a man of God. But his concern for her becomes evident the moment she gets stabbed clean through and impaled a dozen feet above the ground. That’s when he really gets on the offensive, and when she’s destroyed (image below), he calls her by her first name for the first, and only, time, looking completely destroyed (image also below.) He nearly manages to kill the assassin. And when he wakes up and sees that she isn’t going to wake up, he leaves those he cares about to fix his mistake of letting her get this hurt.

When we see Hawthorne next, he is willing to do anything to redeem himself for his mistake. When we meet him as an assassin for the first time, in the manga he says something along the lines of “I, for the revival of the one I love, will fulfill the contract of death”. Which is... not normal, I’ll admit. Poor guy. In the anime, he says something different that I don’t remember, but that was similar if not slightly different (again, the anime isn’t as explicit with their relationship as the manga.) Meanwhile she’s in a coma and is likely not to be revived by those Hawthorne pledged his allegiance to, but those he left behind.

The two ministers here follow generally the same path of sin. They start out as the badass ministers they really are, men of God. Then, one way or another, they fall deeper and deeper into sin as they go. For Dimmesdale, that was boning Hester Prynne and hiding it from the town and corrupting himself with his guilt. For Hawthorne, that was ‘allowing’ his partner to ‘die’ and surrendering himself to a higher power to try and get her back, losing himself in the process. In the end, both men are shells of their former selves. Dimmesdale dies sick. Hawthorne is a brainwashed assassin. Dimmesdale’s higher power, God, is ultimately what killed him, and his devotion is what really did him in. Hawthorne is probably gonna die or get otherwise written out, I have a feeling (several villains in this show have, just look at Pushkin and Mark Twain and even Mitchell herself.) If he is, it’ll be Dostoevsky or one of his weird Russian friends doing him in or taking him out of the picture. He’ll likely never see Mitchell again and he will die due to his newfound devotion to a “god” who is willing to punish him for going to far.

And guys, Hawthorne’s ability is literally the titular scarlet letter. What else can I say?

Honestly, I’m not sure what this post was, only that I killed a good three hours writing it and that it gave me yet again a newfound appreciation for something I used to hate. It was Anime Hawthorne, but before that it was IRL Hawthorne and The Scarlet Letter. Thank you American public school system.

#i refuse to tag this but yeah.#this isn't going in the main tag #i mostly wrote this bc a couple folks on the discord wanted to see it #i've gotten a real appreciation for anime hawthorne recently so yeah #he's still a villain but he's more complex than some people make him out to be #i guess #i wanna do more of these with other unlikable characers #next is steinbeck... which would mean i have to actually read the grapes of wrath ew #or watch it ew

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thewebcomicsreview · 5 years

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Can you maybe contextualize the Homestuck epilogue for someone who has never read Homestuck but is curious what all the hullabaloo is about?

It’s 200,000 words following 8,000 pages of comic, so I’m not sure if I can really explain it “simply”, but I’ll do my best. *ahem*

Spoilers, obviously.

tl;dr;, by the way, I actually really liked it. But I can see why a lot of people didn’t.

So, I can, have, and will rant about the myriad of reasons everyone hated the ending, but for the sake of context let’s only focus on the main ones:

1. The climax of the story was meant to be “John masters his powers, goes back in time, and undoes a lot of the terrible things that happen”. This didn’t at all feel like a climax, so everyone expected a “real” climax and was confused when we didn’t get one. Worse, because the solution to, say, Rose’s alcoholism was that John changed things so that she never started drinking, it felt less like characters overcoming their struggles and more like the characters we loved being replaced with alternate, better versions, and we never saw how things went for the “real” characters (John’s main change, preventing Vriska’s death in Act 5, invalidates something like 15% of the entire comic!).

2. Because the climax fell so flat and the big bad wasn’t defeated (and because [S] Collide ended with the music turning all sinister), everyone went in to Act 7 expecting one last huge twist. But while we were given enough information to figure out the basic gist of how Lord English was defeated, we don’t actually see it.The above screenshot, of Caliborn powering up into his Final Form, comes in the last fifty seconds of Homestuck.

So, that’s kind of the context of the ending. Everyone went in expecting like a full act, was wildly confused that Act 7 was a victory lap, and then we all kind of figured out eventually what Hussie was going for and we were like “Oh. Okay” in a monotone. So, everyone hoped for the epilogue to “fix” the plot, but the plot wasn’t so much broken as it was badly told.

Phew. Okay, now lets talk about the epilogue.

So, John is given the choice of whether to actually go back into the comic and kill the bad guy or not, represented as a choice of eating meat or candy for lunch. The canon, alpha timeline choice is to kill Lord English (”meat”), and the choice to stay behind and leave a time loop/plot thread unclosed (”Candy”) creates a doomed timeline. Doomed timelines in Homestuck exist as physical bubbles you can fly to, so the two “timelines” are really physical places in Paradox Space. There are three such location in the epilogue

1. The “meat” timeline, which is the actual “canon” alpha timeline with no unbroken time loops, where most of the Meat Epilogue takes place. It takes place in the normal universe

2. The furthest ring, a void above and around all timeline bubbles where John fights Lord English. This is normally where all the doomed timelines are, but they are getting sucked into a black hole that’s sweeping out all the “irrelevant” stuff

Nepetaquest 2019 was never meant to be

3. The “candy” timeline, which is doomed, irrelevant, and thus sucked into the black hole. The whole thing looks like this

The reason I’m explaining all this is because the two epilogues are actually one epilogue, and one affects the other such that you need to read them both.

In the Candy timeline, Dirk immediately realizes that he’s no longer canon/alpha, and immediately kills himself. Rose and Kanaya are happily married and adopt a troll. Roxy goes all stepford wife and decides all she really wants is to crank out babies with John. John is all “you seem to be wildly out of character for reasons that won’t be explained but okay”. Jade, Dave, and Karkat have a miserable polyamorous relationship where the boys don’t admit they want to each other’s dicks but are willing to settle on Jade’s furry knotted dog penis, which she apparently grew after becoming a dog girl in [S] Cascade

Pictured: The exact moment in Homestuck that Jade Harley grew canine genitalia. I had a print of this artwork and I’ll never look at it quite the same again

There’s relationship drama, but the most important part is Jane, who is now TrumpHitler for basically no reason,. She marries Jake but Gamzee cucks him and, well

There’s a scene of Jake talking to Jade and thinking about maybe murdering a baby while his wife has rape-play sex with a clown in the next room. We don’t have time to unpack all that, because Jane is also TrumpHitler now, and sets out to commit a literal holocaust on all the Trolls for….um…..well for no reason. She’s just evil now. Jade’s corpse crashes from the sky, which is a shock to everyone, most of all Jade. Then Aradia and Sollux show up and Jane’s corpse comes to life as a god and everyone kind of just….nods…..and ignores it. The JadeCorpse is possessed by a version of Calliope who’s basically God, whom Aradia serves. Calliope explains that nothing in this timeline matters and it would normally just dissolve but she’s keeping it around because letting everyone dissolve into nothing when you can stop it seems like kind of a bitch thing to do and also she needs somewhere for Lord English’s body to land. Everything in Candyland gets as comically terrible as possible, full-on civil war. John has an existential crises about being irrelevent but gets over it, and Calliope finally finds Lord English and eats him, gaining the power to escape the black hole. Somewhere all this Dave meets up with Barack Obama (??!!?!?!) who is a god (!!!!!!!!!!!) that fucked Dave’s bro (!efefiebnfuewf) and merges all Daves together into one Ultimate Dave that he puts in a robot. Davebot, Aradia, and Calliope all leave the black hole and close the door behind them such that nothing inside (which includes the “canon” Vriska and every single alternate Timeline that existed or will ever exist) can ever get out to interfere with the canon timeline ever again.

Also 16-year-old Vriska fucks 40-year-old Gamzee and is so embarrassed about it that she kills him.

Feel free to take a break here

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In the Meat timeline, Dirk has ascended and god from God-Like-Thor to God-Like-God, and can now manipulate the story in a fourth-wall breaking way that’s effectively nigh-omniscience and mind control. He’s also evil now, but that makes more sense then Jane being Hitler.

John recruits the pre-retcon versions of Dave, Rose, and Jade, who with John are the closest thing to the “original” versions of the main four that Homestuck is gonna give us at this point. They fight Lord English and successfully boot him into the black hole, but all die in the process. John is mortally wounded but survives long enough to bang Terezi in the back of his dad’s car and get them both home (said car ends up in Candyland, where Candy John finds it and recognizes Terezi’s cum because thanks Hussie). Jade lives long enough that she could get to Earth C herself, but this version of Jade doesn’t even know about Earth C and decides to die via black hole. Dirk tries to stop this, but Calliope, who is more powerful than Dirk, pulls her in

It is indeed to late, and OG! Jade gets sucked into the black hole, crashes into Candyland, and leaves behind a fresh corpse for Calliope to control and all the people in Candyland to be weirdly blase over because deep down they know their world doesn’t matter. Having control over this Jade lets her possess the alpha Jade in Meatworld, which in turn lets her influence things there. She and Dirk fight about who gets to be president of earth (which doesn’t seem important unless you read Candy and know what president Jane will do), and Dirk manages to tranquilize Jade and keep Calliope from affecting anything else.

Jane becomes president of Earth and starts off and the path of becoming God Empress of Mankind. John dies, and we get more than a hint that Dirk killed him for being insufficiently grateful of their paradise planet

With things on Earth taken care of, Dirk mind controls Rose into become his (sex?) slave, and mind controls Kanaya into thinking that’s cool. He tells Terezi (who he can’t control, since Mind is her power) that if she comes with they can maybe revive John, and they all home into a spaceship and fuck off to a new planet. Dirk is the new Lord English, Jane is the new Condesce, and Rose -now a dreambot - is the new Handmaid. And Terezi is….also there. They find a new M-Class planet and set up to evolve some life there for a Sburb game. On earth, now of of range of Dirk’s mind control, everyone realizes that him kidnapping Rose was actually kind of fucked up, and they hop a spaceship to chase after them, with Jade-possessed Calliope giving them advice.

And that’s the epilogue! Dirk has kidnapped Rose and become unto god, and is setting up a nefarious plan we don’t know the details of, and a the heroes are racing to stop him. Good night everybody!

I’m assuming there’s going to be an Epilogue Epilogue, because this was just a straight-up cliffhanger, and I’ll guess I’ll see when I think when that happens or when it becomes clear that won’t happen.

Hopefully that was easy enough to follow, I did my best.

#homestuck #sirksome #homestuck epilogue #homestuck spoilers

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*****

For the last couple days, I've been reading tons of comments about how Trump has caused everything that's happening right now.

The thuggery.

The bombs.

The embracing of Nationalism.

The racism.

The denial of facts.

And the list of reprehensible things goes on and on.

But Trump causing all this?

This is a foolish belief.

Trump didn't cause these things. Trump simply made it permissible to openly engage in these ideas and practices.

Trump makes no attempt to correct them. He instead finds value in them. He simply revs the engine to a roar, that was previously idling quietly.

The true problem here in truth, are the people who've found a messiah in a man like Donald Trump.

They are on your friend list.

They are in your workplace.

They are in your family.

They gleefully revel in the Civil Cold War of which he fans the flames.

They WANT this hatred and ugliness. They've always wanted it.

This is why they speak of "finally having a President with balls.".

They hid their true intentions for years behind paper thin masks of 'Christianity' and 'American Patriotism', so that any interrogation of their positions left them feeling as if they held the moral high ground simply by default.

Regardless of the fact that they very much didn't, even by the most generous of moral metrics.

They hated the idea of gays being married, because in reality, they just don't like gays.

But they conveniently used edicts in The Bible as their defense publicly.

Edicts that they are more than willing to ignore in their own lives when they pertain to their own behind closed door behaviors, and even behaviors that aren't hidden away from public scrutiny.

They were the same people that told you that Trayvon Martin got what he deserved for not just kowtowing to a wannabe cowboy zero with no legal authority over him, when said zero decided to stalk him in the dark of night because he looked 'suspicious' simply for being black.

When they couldn't find real pictures of the 'thug' Trayvon they needed to support their narrative...they created them.

This black young man was where EVERYTHING was believable, even while every bit of common sense said otherwise.

They're the people who believed every single conspiracy theory about a President who was also black.

They burned great amounts of calories trying to diminish him, his dead mother, his wife, his children....they called him a liar about his birthplace, they suggested he was an active agent for Islamic terror, the even rewrote history so that he himself caused our economy that was already in ruin before he was ever sworn into office.

When they couldn't find real scandals to support their narratives about him, they created them.

This black guy was where EVERYTHING was believable, even while every bit of common sense said otherwise.

They're the people, women included, who celebrated the appointment of man to the highest court in our land, that openly lied to the Senate Judiciary Committee about what common terminologies that we all know the meaning of, meant, because it lent great credibility to the accusations that he was an aggressive sexual deviant in high school and college, and assaulted a woman named Christine Blasey Ford.

A woman by the way, that they had no pause in ridiculing, branding a liar, and spreading false information about, just because they believed it 'owned the Libtards'.

This white guy was where NOTHING was believable, even while every bit of common sense said otherwise.

They are the people who will profess that a Slovick gold digger, who took pornographic pictures with other women, and who casually overlooks the fact that her husband cheats on her with pornstars, and then lies about having paid for their silence, is the 'classiest First Lady ever', while they figured out how Michelle Obama was a secret transsexual.

When they couldn't prove their assertions about Michelle Obama, they created photoshopped evidence to support their narratives.

This black woman was where EVERYTHING was believable, even while every bit of common sense said otherwise.

They're the people that in response to the massacre of school children were immediately inclined to attack and ridicule the young people whose friends they would never speak to again, and the families who could now only be complete in photographs of days gone by.

But thoughts of this don't even enter their minds as quickly as posting pictures of their guns do...while they profess to be devout followers of the teachings of Jesus Christ.

They're the people that when a white man murdered 58 people from a window in the Mandalay Bay Hotel, and injured 500 more, told you that it was too soon to discuss guns, while once again claiming their facade of moral high ground by demanding you show respect to the victims families and not politicize their losses.

Yet strangely when Mollie Tibbets was murdered by an illegal, the conversation about building walls was able to start immediately, and no respect for the victims family needed be shown, EVEN when her father demanded they stop using his daughter for their racist narrative.

Many of them, mysteriously after 50 years on this planet, still can't even navigate their way through constructing a coherent sentence.

Spelling eludes them.

Punctuation eludes them.

Proper capitalization is seemingly tantamount to a challenge to solve the fucking Rubik's Cube to them.

But they'll assure you that they understand the intricacies and subtle nuances of geopolitics and economic projection much better than you, libtard cuck, with all your fancy book learnin'!

And you pointing out that you can't even understand the point that they're attempting to make because their post looks like a grammatical and punctuational ground zero, will cause them to claim that "that's all Libtards can do is attack grammar!", even if you're not a dyed in the wool Liberal.

And they'll be angry after reading this...if they do.

They'll be pissed that I called them racists.

I'm not saying they're definitely racist...I'm just saying it's unlikely that they're not a racist by their clear disdain for brown skinned people, and that the man they adore is also adored by card carrying White Nationalists and Neo Nazis, because he thinks they're 'fine people'.

They too celebrate finally having a President 'with balls'.

But I guess that's just a quirky coincidence.

Silly me. There I go believing liberal lies again.

They'll be pissed that I called called them frauds about their Christianity. I'm not saying they're definitely frauds, I'm just saying that they don't follow any of Christ's teachings as I know them to be. The ones I spent many years of my life learning about in Catholic School.

And let's leave Jeezo out of it...their basic human decency seems to be for shit too.

And these are just the vocals ones.

The ones who stay silent while knowing how fucked up this all is, are worse. They keep quiet just to not be aligned with 'libtards', even when they know the 'libtards' are right about this madness.

But hey, how 'bout that stock market, bro?

Oh...oh that's right, we aren't talking about that now.

I guess what I'm saying is...I wish they'd stop with the ruse, and just admit what they really are.

I'm tired of pretending these are 'good Christian Americans'.

They're racially driven hate mongers who are willing to believe in fantasical idiocy to be 'right', and who have labeled truth 'intellectual elitism' so that they can pretend their moronic viewpoints carry any currency at all in adult conversation.

No decent person...no truly good intended person, would celebrate this man and the stupidity and hate he panders to.

So again, I wish they would just admit what they are, and then we can at least have honest conversations, or openly acknowledge that they aren't worth attempting to have.

But they're too cowardly to say it out loud and in the open.

So it's not really Trump, it's these people that are the problem.

Any racist hate monger could have been their Trump.

Anyone.

So if you want to know why they're laughing at, or flat out denying the domestic terror over the last couple days, while instead focusing on the brown skinned people in the 'caravan', you already have your answer.

They've been giving it to you for years.

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Q: so proud boys like Christina are cucks of Trump who blame him for the decline of America and who resort to screaming traditional straight white faggot insults at those they wish to blame for the decline of America, the most precious of things to a King Baby in America? And hank your own daughter sees america as far more valuable than you who she also picked a fight with cuz your daughter is a nationalist and a proud boy in the most obvious of nationalistic ways

A: yes this is exactly what she is. She doesn’t realise it’s what she is tho. Like all proud boys, she thinks she is proudly leading and proudly fixing American, she finds herself uninfected by the trump xenomorph and finds herself original rather than absurdly typical

it’s really ridiculous to see a Trump-infected cuck such as herself and Trump-infected cucks such as the proud boys try to posture as if they didn’t welcome trump-style tactics into their own heart, posture as if they’re not nationalists, posture as if hateful rhetoric against minorities is not what they’re all about

proud boys always deny that they’re about the things they obviously are about

I don’t care how much proud boys blame trump

they are all hosts to the trump xenomorph and have oodles and oodles and kit and kaboodles more in common with him than they’ll ever realise

Christina is the biggest cuck I’ve ever noticed perhaps but the rest of the trump 4 do give her a run for her money

she can blame her father all she wants but she is a massive cuck of her father and plays a support roll for what he rolled on into America — hateful rhetoric against minorities and calling weaklings ‘faggots’ to use the straight white man’s ‘empowering’ words against enemies whether accurate or not — make no mistake — and she’s not any more accurate than the rest of the Proud Boys when she starts babbling her baby talk about who’s a faggot and who’s a bro, just as all Proud Boys do when they seek a stronger America

without a Christina and without the Proud Boys, there would be no ‘blaming trump for the decline of America’ and ‘calling your enemies faggots like a 3rd grade schoolyard bully learns to do’

many of the proud boys like Christina are also homosexuals who aren’t comfortable with being labeled that and mistrust ‘lgbt ideology’ and would rather strengthen and protect America than some rainbow flag

just as she does

she is so ridic and can let me know when she hits 4th grade

whatever slight variance she thinks she has compared to those who actually joined the Proud Boys formally sure as fuck doesn’t make her unique in my book

her attitude is trump and proud boys

her tactics are trump and proud boys

only she’s weaker than both

and doesn’t realise it because she’s such an egomaniac blinded by proudness

not pride — she wouldn’t be able to let loose at one of those parades because she feels herself to be better than all one million others, better without having any reason to feel that way like a king baby does, unwillling to admit her own couch potato nature compared to those marching for human rights

just proudness

#Mommie dearest

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#MagicalGirl #Anime as the Cure to #ToxicMasculinity. #MahouShouJune

Magical Girl Anime as the Cure to Toxic Masculinity.

I’m not gonna claim to be a Cis-Het Male who is or has become completely immune to Toxic Masculinity. I do have a temper that I sometimes lose control of. But to a typical dude bro who’s offended by the phrase itself, I’m definitely a Beta Cuck. I have had an attraction to certain media that is presumed in the mainstream standards of American Society to be “for girls” almost my entire life. Also in the more traditionally male oriented stuff I like I frequently find many of the female characters the most relatable and/or likeable. The thing is Sailor Moon may very well be the first. I have memories of watching the show early Sunday mornings on the UPN, meaning before it’s Toonami run and before Buffy was ever on TV. And I never watched any Buffy till 2000, likewise Xena I didn’t get into until it was already airing its last season in 2000/2001. And the chick shows I got into that are considered even weirder for a guy to like mostly came much later, besides maybe Party of Five but even that I didn’t catch till Scream 2 was already on home video. My relationship with Sailor Moon was rather complex. There was a time when I thought of it as a guilty pleasure, for some reason more hesitant to admit to liking it then Buffy and One Tree Hill which I talked about on my main IMDB account but used a sock puppet for posting on the Sailor Moon board. That went away over time of course. Also for a long time being into Sailor Moon didn't much lead to me watching other Magical Girl Warrior shows. I caught some Wedding Peach during the same era I got into Noir partly because it's Dub was being made and promoted at the same time by some of the same people. But I didn’t complete that show till last year or maybe the year before. For some reason I heard of Saint Tail on some website and was interested but never really tried to watch any of it. It was in 2014 that began to change, my interest in the Sailor Moon revival is what brought me to Hulu and then the recommendations Hulu had on the Sailor Moon pages lead to me checking out both Madoka Magica and Utena, and then other Anime not so closely related to the Magical Girl genre like Rose of Versailles. And from there I dove down even further and have now seen countless hours of Pretty Cure and then most recently the stuff I talked about at the start of this month. The fact that I cared about Sailor Moon enough in 2014 to be that interested in the revival had a lot to do with how into Pretty Little Liars I was, I knew there was overlap between those fandoms because of my Facebook friends. What I’m not so sure on is to what extent having that past history with Sailor Moon was a factor in my being open to PLL in the first place. I really feel like I became the true Feminsit and LGBTQ ally I am now from watching PLL and engaging in it’s Fandom for seven years. My thinking on those topics used to be more “centrist” for lack of a better word. But now I feel I’ve become as radically Lefitst as a Cis-Het Male can be on those topics. And reading everything Heather Hogan said while talking about PLL was a factor in moving me on that path. However, the fact that I watched Utena and then read VraiKaiser’s analysis of Utena in the midst of that period also sped things along. And Utena I probably wouldn’t have watched without knowing it’s connection to Sailor Moon. I’m sure there are many with experiences similar to mine. The thing about the Magical Girl Warrior is that even the most properly Shoujo incarnations have the ability to appeal to guys, and girls, who wouldn't usually watch girly stuff because they’re essentially Superhero shows. And then the versions presumably marketed at men do not lose the feminine heart of the genre. If there are a lot of people watching only the late night Anime Magical Girls and not the Shoujo ones, I think it’s more the massive number of episodes you have to plow through then being turned off by them being even more girly. In fact that issue is why completing Wedding Peach took me so long and why I still haven't finished most not Dubbed Pretty Cure seasons or the two Magical Girl Thief shows I'm interested in. There is also of course the cynical assumption that many guys only watch these shows because they like looking at girls in short skirts. Ironically my personal tastes tend to find them Sexier in the Shoujo shows. The characters in Nanoha, Madoka and Yuki Yuna are cute but not sexy. If you wanted to ask me which Magical Girls are even sexier then the Sailor Scouts I’d point you to Wedding Peach. The thing is Magical Girls aren’t the only girly media where the girls are Sexy. Every actress on OTH and PLL is a pretty damn Fine and some friggin Lifetime movies are among the Sexiest films I’ve watched. But your typical dude insecure in his masculinity isn’t gonna actually watch those shows or read those books to Fap to them, there’s no need when a simple Google Image search will provide more than enough. No anyone actually watching a Magical Girl show likes the product they’re seeing beyond that. At first it may be just for the Superhero stuff, and for some it may stay that way. But there are many for whom watching this stuff has opened their minds to a more feminine perspective. There are plenty of times when these shows address masculinity in an interesting way. Like the Pretty Sammy episode with the hyper masculine delinquents. They make an effort to help normalize guys being feminine and girls being masculine which undermine certain more cynical assumptions about the genre. Many Feminist love that Be A Man song from Mulan as an unironic celebration of the positive traits society codes as Masculine, in a way the Magical Girl Genre has plenty of moments that can be just like that.

https://jaredmithrandirolorin.blogspot.com/search/label/MahouShouJune

#MahouShouJune #Mahou Shou June #Magical Girl Anime #Mahou Shoujo #Magical Girls #Sailor Moon #Wedding Peach #PreCure #Toxic masculinity #Feminism #Feminist #PLL #Pretty Little Liars #Utena #Boo Radley Van Cullen

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omglr · 5 years

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trollercoaster

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like socialism, feminism, and feminist.

You: hi

Stranger: Abortion is the literal definition of the slippery slope. First they say aborting a fetus is okay and them they move onto late term abortions and everyone is accepting it! Soon they’ll say aborting babies is okay and then say that a mother has the right to abort her teenage sons. Soon, they’ll be aborting all adult men because the end goal of feminism is genocide. That’s why I call them feminazis, because they literally advocate for eugenics and the murder of an oppressed group that gets blamed for everything (men)

You: ha

You: hey dude

Stranger: feminazis are cancer

Stranger: hi

Stranger: the war on masculinity is also a slippery slope

You: ha

Stranger: first destroy gender norms and patriarchy

Stranger: then they want to destroy men

You: dang you need some better boots boy

Stranger: feminists are our oppressors

You: like, these ideas aren't getting much traction with me

Stranger: are you a feminazi?

You: maybe you just live in a rainy hilly area

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Stranger: im a man

You: yeah dude, it seems like you've got it rough

Stranger: why are feminists so mean?

Stranger: what did i ever do to them?

You: like, those are some wacky problems that aren't really hurting you

Stranger: yeah they are its a slippery slope

Stranger: they’re going to kill all of us

You: sliperry slopes are logical falacies boy

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Stranger: its the truth

Stranger: birth control is a gateway drug to murdering all men

You: dude, the world is collapsing cause of capitalism

You: not ladies

Stranger: lol are you a commie

You: yeah dude

You: and i hate nazis

Stranger: good for you. you should hate feminists

Stranger: they are literally fascists

You: ha

You: na dude, i'm like more into hating actual facists

Stranger: they are fascist, they want to take away our free speech

You: lol

Stranger: and they dont want our men to just be men

Stranger: feminazis are misandrists

You: you must be trollin boy

You: you sound histarical

Stranger: im not a troll

You: well that's just sad then

Stranger: and lol im hysterical?

Stranger: well you’re a woman

Stranger: so you’re even more hysterical

Stranger: are you on your period?

You: lol

You: yeah bro

Stranger: lol!

You: and you're the one raggin' on me

Stranger: you’re a man hater, all feminazis are

You: lol

Stranger: im just defending masculinity

You: its pretty offputing look honestly

You: you ever get head?

Stranger: no because i am a mgtow who doesnt need females in my life!

You: have you considered going your way into oncoming traffic?

Stranger: lol real men commit suicide the right way only girls attention whore like that

You: or joining the navy ?

Stranger: i once shot myself in the head

Stranger: twice

Stranger: didnt even die

You: tyler durden was gay

Stranger: lol @ all the girls who overdose or walk into traffic

Stranger: just looking for attention

Stranger: whos tyler durden?

You: yeah attentions seakers are pathetic

You: you're tyler durden

Stranger: no?

Stranger: im a real man

You: fight me then

Stranger: lol i dont hit women

Stranger: despite me being a mgtow i still care about chivalry

You: i'm not a woman

You: i'm you

Stranger: the f??

You: yeah b

You: i'm just a projection

You: of your inner desires

You: baby fight me

You: fight me

Stranger: no dude thats pretty gay

You: c'mon

You: just suck my tit then

You: c'mon baby

Stranger: wtf i thought you were a dude??

Stranger: are you a trap?

You: no b

You: i'm your mom

Stranger: because sometimes i want a trap to go my own way with

Stranger: just two bros except she looks kinda femme

You: be the trap you want to see in the world

Stranger: but she wont divorce rape me or get pregnant

You: i'll accept you my child

Stranger: no, im a masculine manly alpha as fuck dude!

You: yeah

You: bet you couldn't drink rubbing alcohol

You: you sound like a pussy my child

Stranger: bet you i can

Stranger: i’ll drink a bunch of rubbing alcohol right now

Stranger: prove it to you that im a real man

You: ok baby

You: then you'll fuck me?

Stranger: no, thats gay

You: its not gay i'm you mom

Stranger: you sound like a pussy fag

You: you speak to your mom with those fingers?

Stranger: beta white knight

Stranger: i fucked your mom

You: you finger bang your mom with that mouth?

You: c'mon girl

Stranger: shut up bitch

Stranger: i am not a girl!

You: do you believe in love?

Stranger: love is for incels, im a chad

You: cause i got something to say about it

Stranger: i pump and dump traps everyday

You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8

Stranger: whats that

You: its a hot song

You: to fuck too

You: yeah

Stranger: i heard that song before

You: yeah

You: on the radio?

Stranger: idk where

You: when you were a baby?

Stranger: maybe

You: maybe baby

Stranger: i have a fucking awesome manly memory

You: but you were a kid once

Stranger: nah i was a man when i was 6

Stranger: alpha as fuckkk

You: and isn't that where it all started?

You: where did they touch you?

Stranger: i fucked my teacher when i was 11 lol

You: oh boy

Stranger: yeahhh

You: that was rape

Stranger: no

Stranger: she let me

You: yeah, no

You: she raped you

Stranger: lol a woman cant rape a man

You: that's rape of a minor

Stranger: and besides i liked it xd

You: stilll... she should go to jail

Stranger: men always love sex

You: and you should go to therapy

Stranger: lol its every dudes fantasy bro

You: you sound all fucked up my dude

Stranger: dude wtf??

You: yeah man

Stranger: im not fucked up you are

You: i'm not your mom

Stranger: why tf you support feminism?

You: i'm your friend

You: and i think you need helpo

You: like

You: professional help

You: this is serious

Stranger: i think we chatted before

You: oh probably

Stranger: you’re the really gullible guy who believed everything i said

You: oh totally

You: i must be

You: i believe it

You: i am just real gullable

Stranger: yes totally

You: cool

Stranger: so bro

Stranger: wanna have a barbecue

You: yeah boy

Stranger: hang out, do some bro stuff

You: i'll bring a six pack

Stranger: thanks bro

You: and give you the number of a therapist

Stranger: lol dudes dont need therapists

Stranger: we dont talk about our emotions like girls do!

You: we gotta work on your approach with the ladies man

Stranger: naaah im mgtow now

You: like, that was rough

You: dude, if this is your way

You: its not a good way

Stranger: yeah its a good way

You: it's not to late to deescelate

Stranger: independent free of women

Stranger: m g t o w

You: no man, you are a slave to women

You: you've given them all the power

Stranger: lol says the beta cuck on the plantation

Stranger: no bitch i dont give them power

You: man, you have

Stranger: i just ignore them bitches and gold diggers

Stranger: i fuck traps instead haha xd

You: to come off so hostile at every moment of your life

You: to deny yourself love

Stranger:

Stranger: im a fucking dude bro

Stranger: i aint denying myself love

Stranger: love is for pussy beta fags

You: its cause you dont wanna get hurt

Stranger: real men pump and dump

Stranger: redpilled as fuckkk

Stranger: men dont get hurt

Stranger: men dont cry

You: yeah dude

Stranger: we’re fucking amazing

You: i'm glad you are just trolling bro

Stranger: not a troll bro

You: cause this otherwise would be unhealthy

You: no you must be

You: cause otherwise it would be so so so sad

Stranger: but really its so fun to pretend to be a sensitive fragile dude

You: like what a sad creature

Stranger: i know right!

You: like god-damn gollem

You: with no ring

Stranger: i love doing this its like literally they get offended by everything

You: yeah

Stranger: men are really dumb

You: i'm surprised you didnt mention venezula

Stranger: oh righttt

Stranger: well the character im playing isnt a capitalist anyways

You: oh yeah?

You: what is he?

Stranger: feudalist :p

You: ha ha

Stranger: anyways i think im manlier than you and i finished my rubbing alcohol

You: that legit made me laugh

You: ok dude

Stranger: well you think im kidding

You: the feudalist part

Stranger: oh

You: ok, maybe call 911?

Stranger: well i wasnt going to admit to being a fascist after i told you feminazis are the real fascists

You: yeah, i mean, it wouldn't stop a nazi

You: probalby

You: "like, feminists are nazis, but also like... i support the kkk"

You: anyway, you ever listen to riot girl music?

Stranger: no not really

You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKAtmRhsF30

You: oh wait

You: this isn't it

You: ....

Stranger: true tho

Stranger: what even??

You: https://krecs.bandcamp.com/track/all-women-are-bitches

You: there we are

You: i don't know what was up with that first one

You: anyway, Fifth Column was pretty cool

Stranger: oh

Stranger: not really my type of music tbh

You: fair enough

You: what kind of music you like?

Stranger: idk honestly

You: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3V1SKM0uVo

You: here's a weird scifi mashup album

You: with a robot socialist agenda i think

Stranger: im not a socialist haha

Stranger: or even anti-capitalist at all

You: i mean, its hard not to buy in

You: in for a penny, in for a pound

Stranger: nice try but im not going to become a commie

You: idk, i mean you say that now

You: but someday you might have to renounce your ways

Stranger: im pretty content being a class traitor, thanks tho

You: lol

Stranger: i love licking the boots of female ceos just as much as male ones :)

You: good for you

You: i mean, after the revolution we'll all have boots

You: and we can take turns

Stranger: no thx boots are oppressive

You: no dude they got good grips

You: to prevent slippery slopes

Stranger: literally foot binding and patriarchy in disguise

Stranger: lol

You: oh, i see what your into now

Stranger: boots are just heels under a different name

You: bondage and heals

Stranger: ?

You: they'll have bdsm after the revolution

Stranger: im not into bdsm haha

You: why not?

Stranger: because bdsm is inherently oppressive to women

You: you're so normy

Stranger: reinforces misogynistic stereotypes

Stranger: ikr

Stranger: patriarchy literally

You: women on top

Stranger: no, thats still misogyny

You: matriarchy

Stranger: but honestly

Stranger: men who have that fetish are honestly sooo misogynistic

You: yeah

Stranger: puttig women on a pedestal isnt any better

Stranger: bdsm is misogynistic

You: and like often into cops and normy shit

Stranger: no revolution

Stranger: i love cops

You: ha

Stranger: they protect and serve us 💕

Stranger: buuuutt

Stranger: 50% of cops should be female

You: thats what your sub should be doing

Stranger: sub?

You: your submissive man servant

Stranger: i dont have one

You: never too late

Stranger: thats pretty gay tbh

You: he give good head

You: and does the dishes

You: and he's there by choice

Stranger: lol matriarchy and gynocentricity

Stranger: feminazis r oppressin men

You: in your case its a gaytriarchy

Stranger: im a girl

You: oh yeah?

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: im not like other girls

You: you a swerf?

Stranger: yeah i think sex workers rights are dumb

You: gross

Stranger: they should be sex slaves

You: double gross

Stranger: swerf and terf

You: gross x infinity

Stranger: grossssss

You: so what brought you to these terrible opinions?

Stranger: well i watch fox news

You: no further info required

Stranger: :)

You: you watch the OA?

Stranger: whats that

You: netflix show

Stranger: nope

You: its pretty good

Stranger: ehhh not my type of show

You: there are men in it

Stranger: gross

You: they go there own way

Stranger: that sounds nice actually

You: yeah

Stranger: i wish all men would go their own way

You: wish they would leave faster

Stranger: is it wrong to want all men dead?

You: if you are pulling the trigger probably

You: but if its like an accident

Stranger: no, i mean like i want them to just conveniently disappear

You: yeah

You: that sounds normal

You: but also, don't we all have little secret prayers

You: for a goddess to strike our enemies down

Stranger: its pretty late

Stranger: i should probably get going

You: yeah

You: ok, have a good sleep

Stranger: good night!

You: :)

Stranger has disconnected.

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realhankmccoy · 8 months

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Christina's really in a hysterical, endless, typical American hissy fit about the death of the individual, even as the Burger King she operates is designed to eliminate individuality and drone on and on and on and on until everyone is basically full of a mini-Trump like she is.

The girl gets it from her father, who also is all about the force of the individual personality against omg The evil Dems and omg The Rinos.

I don't know why the girl has such a typical hysteria and needs to emulate Trump so very frequently other than she doesn't think much... when there's nothing between the two lobes, all you can come up with is 'indviduality!' 'freedom!' while conducting your Burger King so as to wipe the world clear of such things and mind-numblingly be hypnnotically reduced into just another Trumplike cuck.

Anyhow, since she's pulled a Double Donald this evening and making fun of midgets and the 'retarded' -- a very Trump thing to do -- I'm just going to remove her from my 'to read' list yet again because her fixation on becoming her father and emulating her father and being

and i mean this quite sincerely

The Biggest Unwitting Cuck I Have Ever Seen In My Life

knows no end. If I didn't know how stupid she actually is, I'd almost think she has to be fabricating this stupid act -- that nobody can seriously be so kitschy as to think it's astute to compare Zelda to Arthur, that nobody can seriously be so blind to how they're a cuck of Trump that they're going on about midgets and the 'retarded' --

retarded -- a word i grew out of before she was probably born, because she's so incredibly behind me -- a word even Lady Gaga grew out of and advocated against --

what's odd is the dumb girl things she has patience or tolerance, but she doesn't even have the patience or tolerance to admit error or apologise. She's in a total childlike state at all times in which everyone else must always be the better person, for she is so insecure that -- much like my dad and Bruce and bro -- unless she is being the badass and the nastiest of all people and others are putting up with it, she doesn't feel secure or 'winning' -- this is how Trump himself also plays out his simp American desire to take more than he gives, harm more than he heals, and always harm more than everyone more mature than him.

I mean honestly, the lack of self-awareness for somebody to talk about splitting skulls like a child the moment they call others 'temperamental'...

and the male fragility it takes to engage in such things... also the lack of awareness for a girl too crippled to fend for herself outside of the home thinking she can ever call anyone 'fragile'...

it's like almost immediately, on the most basic of levels, she's unable to put 2 and 2 together, which is also a dad / Bruce problem.

any idiot -- any really, really dumb person -- can just pluck a few hateful adjectives out of the air -- but by the age of 8 you probably should have an understanding of what 'in a position to talk' and 'hypocrisy' is ... and this batch just isn't at an 8 year old level yet.

it's my duty to educate, but if they're not willing to learn and it's all just a Tom & Jerry Cartoon, you get the further gripping to Daddy Donald's Legs and Ways when stressed.

Also, I have no idea why anyone would think 'anal orgasm' is a bad thing. I mean, get off the Mayflower already. Get off the Trump train. Grow a pair of non-Wonderbread balls.

Also no idea why the girl sees herself as 'stable' -- stagnant waters are not stable waters, not something you can lean on for support -- also certainly not even close to a 'father substitute' -- how can somebody who you can't even ask for an opinion on a story without her saying like clockwork MAKE IT REALLY HATEFUL AND NASTY until you sigh and think, well sure, if the girl is so easily entertained by those parts of Blue Velvet and Tarantino, she's a simp and I can put a smile on her face and write some Blue Velvet but I am NOT doing Tarantino... Such a person like that thinks of herself as a father, lol? That's some massively wishful thinking. Toddler is the thought. That was always her beef against me... that I treat her like she's younger and not as good. I had no clue about how much younger at heart she really is until I took away the benefit of the doubt, thought about it and stopped projecting myself into her.

Not a father figure, but deffo a typical idiot Millennial, yes that much is very clear -- it would take a really idiotic one to cuck itself so firmly to Trump and hold hands with an equally idiotic Nazi bestie online and feel like this is gonna get anything except chuckles and derision.

Even her own contradictions -- she can't see em from paragraph to paragraph -- first she says I see her as a father figure (false), then she says I see her as weaker and stupider (true). Like many typical idiot Millennials, it's all just fodder... she spews out everything and hopes something sticks... but it doesn't. When 95% of it is just angry spittle and 5% is as correct as Tucker Carlson's 'a broken clock is right twice a day' accuracy, it's just a 100% flop...

the easiest battles I've ever won. The girl obviously didn't do debate in high school like I did, and if she did they must have given her a participation trophy, because I have rarely met such a scattershot and confused and ... unincisive opponent.

Anyhow, somebody co-dependently living with her narcissistic father is surely no expert on ignoring a father. I have been literally ignoring mine for a year, and that's a short stretch in my book. As for what I think of -- I'm not going to apologise that I think a lot. A monkey doesn't think. I'm sorry that as a typical Millennial, Christina seems to typically jeer 'RENT FREE YR HEAD' and other such idiot things. Hey kid, the Vietnam war lived rent free in a lot of folks' heads but it doesn't live in Quinn's -- you think I care about your point of view when it's so comparably vapid and hollow of independence (you can preach it, but not practice it except when ya try to scramble a few keys when your feet are put to the fire by me) and hardship -- certainly unsympathetic to other people unless they're to the political right and reek of massive Whiteness, in which case you bend over backwards, as ya do --

short-sighted -- rightists love that insult. the Collinses use 'myopic' on gays. Elon and libertarian friends love to argue for long-termisms. You think I care that you want to tell me you're a cuck of typical american rightists who bleat for freedumbs and individumalities? I already know ya are.

near-sighted people are readers, kid. sorry ya ain't much of one.

long-sighted people are hunters and red or purple redneckes -- no wonder ya love that notion, cuz ya never met a harm on another human being you didn't want to inflict due to the Whiteness that you crave

absolutely i'm short-sighted

i'm not letting anybody who's roughly 100x to 1000x more selfish than me call me selfish without laughing, lol. that got me your first literal LOL here. you're really dumb, kid. what are you gonna call me next, um, white-pantsed? cuz i'm wearing black today. hunters at least have accuracy... they at least know the difference between firing at a deer and at a stump. you got no clue what i am. you could call me selfish on any random day when i volunteered for the community for 10 hours, a community i'm not even permanently attached to because i'm normadic -- and one of the reasons ya do it

is cuz you're a toddler who thinks screaming Selfish will get ya a few more free meals off me. just spoiled.

as for stupid... stupid is as stupid does, Zelda boy.

I guess the kids never went through a goth phase that they think unhappiness is the worst thing in the world. Wonderbread wants to be Happy. So does Quinn. Good for you, go be half Quinn and live a purple fashion club existence -- it's called improvising, Daria.

Also, i mean just fucking dumb. Who is told to GET HAPPY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT like Elon and Trump tell people? Polly want a CUCK is all i heard in that comment about happiness.

For somebody who propagates the ruling classes' attitude, mores and agendas so relentlessly, it's really too bad Christina doesn't even get $1,000,000 out of doing it for them. For whatever reasons, she's so deeply cucked that she decided she wanted to do it for them for free.

Never underestimate how stupid being a cuck makes people is my advice, kids. They just might waste a fuckton of everyone's time spreading Trumpism everywhere they go like Johnny Appleseed and have zero fuckin' clue that they're even doin' it.

#trump #mommie dearest

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