#I’ve seen this take multiple times and while I respect people’s opinions

[zappedbyzabka]

Kreese definitely was abusive to all the Cobras and left a mark on them back then but Johnny was always a focus for him from the very start.

[qpenpals]

First of all, support Shubble and support all victims (which is a statement that while said a lot, seems not be followed as frequently, however i hope those who read this abide by it)

Second, I don’t support wilbur soot/william gold, and I don’t think that anyone should after this.

Third, while this situation is not about me, i have feelings and opinions about it that i would like to share, but even if you don’t read anymore,

Please watch shelby’s vod, and maybe try checking her content out, because while i don’t frequently watch her, i enjoy her streams and maybe you will too! her new hardcore series sounds great :)

This is quite long, but honestly this is kind of just for me to collect my thoughts, however if you read to the end thank you<3 im touched :)

ALSO ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING

Alright, so I have loved wilbur soot’s content for a very long time, 4 years or so. I watched the streams and listened to his music from the start. His content is entwined with many of my fond memories.

Earlier today, I had a breakdown over this whole situation, because, as I’ve been quite busy with school, my job, and other assorted things in my life, I found out about this morning. I had woken from a nightmare about my previous abuser. Who i will be talking about a lot more of as they really impacted my views on this situation.

However this nightmare had left me in a fragile mood, my girlfriend was still sleeping and i didn’t want to wake her, so to comfort myself i went to read one of my bookmarked fanfictions, this fanfiction, while i dont remember the title is one that i’ve found comforting for a very long time, so much so that when im stressed my partner has it saved to send to me so i can calm down.

It was a fanfiction about quackity and tubbo, wilbur soot was mentioned maybe 5 times, and the author had deleted it.

This caused me to try and find out why, so i went to their page and they had posted a temporary fic explaining what had been going on.

My first reaction had been disbelief, I then went to research everything. It was a lot to process.

I watched shelby’s vod. Before this i had mainly been disconnected from what i had seen, taking it it but not with any of my own feelings or thoughts really, just processing.

Shelby’s situation hits really hard for me because a lot of it mirrors my own abusive relationship of a few years ago. The wording Wilbur used against her, sounds like what my old partner would use against me. His actions, such as her having to clean and taking care of food, and amenities, were things i had to experience.

Abuse TW:

My old partner would physically abuse me through biting as well, he would claim that he just liked knowing i was his, and yet, like shubble, if i ever used our safe word, which happened so fucking often, he either wouldn’t listen, bite down harder on my neck, or fucking smile at me before letting go.

This got to the point that multiple times he had drawn blood from my neck, that i still have scars from today. And as i watch Shubble talk about her story which is ever so close to mine, I wonder that if I had watched this before, maybe i wouldn’t have stayed in that relationship.

I proceeded to stay in this relationship for 2 years before i realized how much harm he was doing to me, because i truly believed he loved me, because of all the lovebombing he would do.

End of Abuse TW:

And yet i felt pain aside from sympathy or memories, when learning of this, as the content Wilbur had put out had actually helped me out of this relationship, his music was pretty much all i listened to the months of healing after i got out and it helped, the art is good, and yet the author is one i cannot respect nor support in anyway now that i am aware.

i’d suggest watching this tiktok by @lasmanburg that really explains my thoughts and feelings on this

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL1tb5Wg/

Right back to the content. I don’t believe that we should throw it all away, i don’t think that people should be deleting their art, fanfiction, or anything based on Wilbur. Because in the end it’s all art that we have created and interpreted and though the man who inspired it is horrible, all that has been made does not reflect his actions, but instead love and creativity from vast multifaceted community.

One can continue their writing and work because they are the ones creating it, not him, and besides most interpretations of him stray quite far from the source anyways

I think that one can continue to engage in his content as long as one does not directly support him, such as pirating his music, but personally at least right now listening to his music which brought me so much comfort-makes me feel sick. So think i’ll be taking a step back.

I don’t really know how to end this, i just needed to get my thoughts out honestly. I have therapy in an hour. I hope all of you who’ve made it to the end have a wonderful day and drink some water. I wish shelby well, and i’m glad she has been able to share this situation. And with that, I must now leave :)

[ladiesoftheages]

I’m curious…what is your opinion of Henry’s relationship with each of his wves?

Oh my goodness gracious, thank you for this, Anon! (This got ridiculously long so I’m putting it under a cut)

Okay I guess I’ll start with Catherine of Aragon since she never gets to go first…

Hot take (not really) but I don’t think she and Henry had this great romantic love. And, for the record, I think it was mutual. I don’t think either of them loved each other in a romantic way. However, I also don’t think that Henry married her because he was forced to…because who forced him? His father? Yeah, Henry claimed later on that he only married Catherine because it was his father’s “dying wish” (or something to that effect) but we don’t know if that’s actually true and also, Henry denounced the betrothal in 1505 and no one forced him to go through with it regardless. And, certainly, none of the naysayers were forcing him to go through with it. Catherine apologists make so much of Henry uses the “brother’s widow” excuse during the Great Matter and completely gloss over the fact that there were multiple people also citing this as a reason during the period of Catherine’s widowhood.

I think, what it came down to, was that Henry knew that Catherine had been living in wealthy poverty and was maybe not being treated very kindly by his father, and Henry was also dealing with his own poor treatment by his father, and so Henry saw himself as this knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel in distress. Of course, Henry and Catherine had also known each other for almost a decade—it’s hard to know exactly what their relationship was like during those years because I doubt they really interacted much, but if Catherine was kind to him then that would add to why Henry was so okay with ignoring the naysayers. And then, in the early years of their marriage, Henry came to admire and respect her.

Where things get complicated is the issue of their children. I remember once seeing this article Suzannah Lipscomb wrote where she speculated how their marriage would be if Henry, Duke of Cornwall had lived and Suzannah made it out to be that everything was all rainbows and sunshine and she was his beloved wife forever etc etc. That’s great, Suzy, but I really don’t think it’s, at all, realistic. Certainly, if Catherine had had a healthy son who survived, Henry wouldn’t have divorced her even after she hit menopause. But Ithink it’s very optimistic to say their marriage would’ve been perfect. Obviously, losing so many children didn’t help. But, like I said, I don’t think Henry was deeply in love with her, so I think it’s inevitable that he would’ve strayed (I guess is the right word?).

On to Anne (strap in y’all this already way too long answer is gonna get even longer).

So I mentioned how I don’t think Henry was really romantically in love with Catherine. I think that Anne was the first time (and the last time actually) that Henry genuinely, properly, fell in love with someone (sorry Bessie stans…do those exist? Probably…somewhere…I definitely feel like I’ve seen at least one person try to argue that Bessie was the great love of his life). Anyway, yeah I think Henry had all of these grand romantic ideas about himself and he believed himself to be in love with every pretty girl…and then he met Anne and his brain just short-circuited. (And, who can blame him, I mean Anne Boleyn is obviously the most perfect woman whose ever existed, I’m in love with her 😂). In all seriousness, Henry didn’t have the great passionate love with Catherine but he definitely had it with Anne. We could talk about what went wrong in that relationship, but I’ve already stated my opinion on that and almost got run off of Tumblr for it.

So moving on to Jane…

Oh dear. It amazes me how many people still believe Henry’s own propaganda. So, unfortunately, for those of you, it’s very clear to me that Henry never loved Jane at all. He treated her pretty poorly while she was alive. I think she appealed to him because she wasn’t Anne. After she died, he fell head over heels with the idea of her. But that’s about it.

Now, lucky number 4.

I feel like I don’t really need to say much about this one. Henry made his feelings about Anna pretty clear.

I guess I could talk about their post-divorce relationship. What’s sad is that I think Anna could’ve actually been good for him. She comes across as a pretty chill person, but she also enjoyed a lot of the same things that he enjoyed. I think, if Henry had just not done that stupid thing of thinking that he was still 20 years old and that Anna would magically recognize him somehow, then I think they could’ve been brilliant together.

Onto Katheryn number 2.

I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory. Henry was getting old, he couldn’t exercise like he used to, he had mobility issues, he was becoming obese…and Katheryn made him feel young again. What’s interesting comparing Katheryn and Anne’s downfall—Anne died because she was powerful, Katheryn died because she was powerless.I mean, it’s not insignificant that Katheryn’s downfall took months while Anne’s took just a few weeks. Obviously, the suspicion of Katheryn committing adultery was embarrassing for him, but she stuck around so long under house arrest because the only real threat Katheryn posed was to Henry’s ego.

Yee-haw, it’s Kathryn Parr (any Rex Factor fans out there?)

This one I also feel like is pretty self-explanatory. By this point, Henry has alienated and killed everyone who ever cared about him so, naturally, he’s feeling pretty lonely. What I find most interesting is that Kathryn was older and more mature and, obviously learned. I think with Jane, especially, and to a lesser-extent, Katheryn, Henry was kind of over intelligent women who could stand up to him. But I get the sense that, after Katheryn’s execution, he kind of got tired of the subservient wife. I think Henry actually preferred intelligent, feisty women, but things had gone so horribly wrong with Anne that he wanted the opposite. But then he quickly got bored of the opposite. Obviously, at this point in Henry’s life he’s really not interested in anyone standing up to him or trying to impose their opinions on him, but he still wanted someone he could have a conversation with. And Kathryn, bless her, was clever enough to match him intellectually without pushing the boundaries too much.

Wow, this got so insanely long. I’ll put it under a cut so it doesn’t clog up anyone’s feed.

But, you know, when I really spell it out like this, it just emphasizes how frustrating it is when all the wives get lumped together and the last few even get largely ignored. Because, for all of them, their circumstances for becoming Henry’s wife were completely different, and all of their relationships with him are completely different. People act like him having six wves was inevitable or that his choices were completely random. On one level, I can understand why people lump them together in this neat “Six Wives” package but doing that completely ignores the fact that they were individuals, not just a part of this rotating door of arbitrarily chosen women.

[duskwoodraven]

The Myers Briggs personality types of the main Duskwood cast according to me, myself, and I. This is purely my opinion on what fits them best, I also took little quotations from the 16personality website that struck me as good representations of their character, I hope it’s a nice read for you guys.💚💚💚

Jake - INTJ (Architect)

“Logical and quick-witted, INTJs pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. Because their minds are never at rest, these personalities may sometimes struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them. But when they do find like-minded individuals who appreciate their intensity and depth of thought, INTJs form profound and intellectually stimulating relationships that they deeply treasure.”

I’ve seen some theorize Jake as an INTP, but to me I feel INTP seem to be more chaotic, jumping from one thought to the next and overthinking. To me, Jake rings as more straightforward in pursuing his goal and doesn’t get distracted by every possibility or lost in his thoughts.

“They believe that, through willpower and intelligence, they can achieve even the most challenging goals. They are firm believers that taking the easy way out in any given situation prevents people from achieving greatness.”

Lilly - ENTJ (Commander)

I feel ENTJ fits Lilly best, I also like the idea that her personality is similar to her brother’s, just more extroverted. I don’t think I have any screenshots to show this but I have been struck by how she tends to talk similarly to Jake and processes information in a cool manner. She’s intelligent, resourceful, and strong willed. We can see this when she went to work on the #iamjake movement.

“If there’s anything that people with this personality type love, it’s a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that, given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. This quality makes ENTJs brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders.”

Also she has a tendency to want to get her way, as seen during the vote and after the video upload.

“ “It’s my way or the highway” – People with the ENTJ personality type are notoriously unsupportive of ideas that distract from their primary goals and even more so of ideas based on emotional considerations. They won’t hesitate to make that fact clear to those around them.”

Cleo - ESTJ (Executive)

Cleo to me has a very determined attitude, even when she was threatened multiple times she didn’t let anything deter her from finding Hannah, it’s very respectable.

“People with the ESTJ personality type (Executives) are representatives of tradition and order, utilizing their understanding of what is right, wrong, and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together. Embracing the values of honesty and dedication, ESTJs are valued for their mentorship mindset and their ability to create and follow through on plans in a diligent and efficient manner. They will happily lead the way on difficult paths, and they won’t give up when things become stressful.”

Phil - ESTP (Entrepreneur)

It was a little tricky to pick one for Phil since we didn’t have time to chat with him much compared to the others. But I think what we do know about him fits in here.

“ESTPs’ perceptiveness isn’t used for mind games, they prefer to communicate clearly, with direct and factual questions and answers. What you see is what you get with this personality type.”

Phil always struck me as the open type, doesn’t hide what he thinks, which is was can eventually get him into trouble (the arrest…) Also ESTPs are apparently considered to be flirts which fits Phil perfectly.

“In the early stages of a relationship, individuals with the ESTP personality type embody a sense of spontaneity and excitement. They are bold in their courting attempts, rarely hesitating to flirt openly even when others are present.”

Jessy - ENFP (Campaigner)

Jessy was easy to pick, she embodies the ENFP perfectly in my opinion. She’s just a really sweet person in the game and cares about her friends very much 💚

“ENFPs may live for deep, meaningful conversations, but they can also be spontaneous and lighthearted. These personalities know how to find fun and joy in the present moment – and few things give them more pleasure than sharing their joy with others. All of these strengths come together to form a person who is warmhearted and approachable, with an altruistic spirit and a friendly disposition. ENFPs strive to get along with pretty much everyone, and their circles of acquaintances and friends often stretch far and wide.”

Dan - ISTP (Virtuoso)

I wasn’t sure about Dan until I read this excerpt,

“One of the biggest issues that they are likely to face is that, because they often act out of haste, they might rub people the wrong way sometimes. ISTPs are not the type to sugarcoat their opinions or feelings. They tend to have a very straightforward communication style that is often misinterpreted as bluntness or a lack of sensitivity, but it is simply the way these genuine souls operate. ISTP personalities have no time for people-pleasing or unnecessary social niceties. With them, there is little need to question their motives.”

Dan is one of the most blunt characters in Duskwood, willing to call out the obvious when no one else will. You can’t be a hypocrite or avoid owning up to your own actions around him.

Richy - ESFJ (Consul)

I was curious which personality would be the backbone of a strange character like Richy, but I think ESFJ fits the bill. In the group, Richy loved to be the middleman, making sure to not make anyone upset with him. He cares about being liked and cares what people think of him which may be why he tried so hard to keep everything a secret.

“People with the ESFJ personality type are altruists. They take seriously their responsibility to give back, serve others, and do the right thing. And they believe that there is a clear right thing to do in nearly every situation. While some personality types adopt a more lenient, live-and-let-live attitude, ESFJs may find it difficult to not judge when someone takes a path that strikes them as misguided. As a result, they often struggle to accept it when someone – particularly someone they care about – disagrees with them or chooses to walk a path that they do not understand.”

Hannah “disagreed with him” and Richy couldn’t accept that.

“For many people with the ESFJ personality type, one of life’s greatest challenges is accepting that they can’t control anyone else’s thoughts or behavior – not even those who are nearest and dearest to them.”

Thomas - INFP (Mediator)

This was a weird observation for me since I am also an INFP… but I think nothing else fits Thomas better, he’s a sensitive guy and a bit self isolating, but he’ll still do what he can to help those he cares about.

“Idealistic and empathetic, people with the INFP personality type long for deep, soulful relationships, and they feel called to help others. Due to the fast-paced and competitive nature of our society, they may sometimes feel lonely or invisible, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to appreciate the traits that make them unique. Yet it is precisely because INFPs brim with such rich sensitivity and profound creativity that they possess the unique potential to connect deeply and initiate positive change.”

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So with all that being said, what do you guys think? What are your personality types? Do you match with any of these? I’d love to hear about it 🤗

[handyowlet]

I’ve seen a lot of discourse lately about the newer parts of this (and other) fandoms. Some of it is just calling out people for bad behavior, but some of it seems downright hostile to people just for being new, and that seems unfair to me. Anyone who is being a dick to others should ABSOLUTELY be dragged for that, whether they’ve been around for 6 months or 6 years. Common decency should be the baseline.

But we can’t control when we became aware of a fandom, or when a new world was opened up to us. And trying to lock people out, devalue their opinions, or refuse to engage with them at all simply because you were here first is just mean.

For example, I was obsessed with My Little Pony back when I watched The Glass Princess (1986) on VHS multiple times a day. But it’s been a long time since then, and while Friendship is Magic is not the same, I don’t begrudge anyone loving it and I don’t think I would be a more important fan or that my opinions would be more valid just because cause I loved it before a newer fan did, especially because I am (probably much) older than a lot of those fans. I only got there first because I was born first and my mom bought that tape. This isn’t exactly the same as some of you because I’m not into MLP any more, but my daughter’s starting to love it, and I’m not going to keep her from watching the new stuff just because it isn’t the old stuff.

I was only 5 when GO was published, so of course there are people who read it and fell in love with it before I did, because I was a child and didn’t know it existed. I didn’t know about a lot of things- I didn’t know anything about Star Wars, Star Trek, LOTR, etc. until college because my parents didn’t let me. I only learned about Rocky Horror, Eddie Izzard, RENT, Queer as Folk, etc. because of the people I met in Creative Writing and drama club in high school, because they had been given access to those things and shared them with me. Drag Race was several years old before someone introduced me to that.

I am relatively new to this fandom, even though I did read the book many years before the show came out. I didn’t even know there was going to be a show until suddenly there was, and I loved S1, but circumstances in my life kept me from becoming obsessed. I also had no idea S2 was coming until right before it came out, and by then I was in a place where the brain rot was able to take hold. I thought Tumblr was like Tindr until around then as well, and I had no idea AO3 even existed. No one else I known IRL knows what these things are either, except for what I’ve told them. I don’t think my participation in this fandom should be any less valid just because I didn’t have access to it before now.

I have dived into this fandom headfirst and unabashedly. I still don’t understand all of how Tumblr and AO3 work, but now that I’m here, I participate as much as I can (sometimes I don’t respond to those tagging posts because I haven’t figured it out yet). I post on Tumblr when I think I have something to say, and try to boost others who say things I think might enrich someone else’s life too. I devour fanfic on a daily basis, leaving kudos and comments and recommending anything I’ve liked to anyone who will listen because I want to support the amazing artists in this community and spread the happiness they’ve brought to me. I try to engage with anyone who engages with me, and I’d like to think I’ve been respectful to you all (but I know I can be blunt too, so if ever I am a twat waffle, feel free to drag my ass for that).

I guess my bottom line is, while I’ve mostly felt very safe, loved, and accepted jn this fandom, the anti-newbie discourse is disheartening. I will absolutely join you in blasting anyone who chooses to be an asshole, but I’m never going to support the unnecessary gatekeeping. I don’t think Aziraphale, Crowley, Michael, David, Terry, or Neil would either.

Thank you to all of you who have shown love and acceptance to me. I’ll strive to return it and pay it forward to every chance I get.

[doodle-pops]

Flower Shower

Fingon x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sex Pollen

A/N: Not like the song Flower Shower by Hyuna was the inspiration behind the title and not like I was listening to it non-stop. There has been a lack of Fingon smut and content and I don't approve, so here's something to change that.

Warnings: fembod, dub-con (in a way it is dub-con because of sex pollen), sex pollen, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampies, overstimulation, manhandling

Word Count: 6.7k

Synopsis: Picnics were the best way to spend a warm, sunny day together and definitely not sneaking into a forbidden garden to snoop.

Being tugged by eager hands into the vastly colourful fields of Yavanna that bore fruits and plants of all different varieties, you couldn’t help but stumble over your feet as your eyes paused to take in the beauty. Fingon’s hurried footstep never ceased in the direction he was taking you since he was more ecstatic to show you the beauty of the Valar’s garden. You had lived all your life in Valimar and only ever stepped out to visit him in Tirion as you two were courting. Your parents were extremely strict and never allowed you anywhere without chaperones, so this was a first and an overly thrilling adventure. You weren’t sure how Fingon got your chaperones convinced to leave you alone for a day, but he did, and now here you were, walking through fields of orchids and peaches and roses.

A basket was in the prince’s hand while the other was busy tugging your limp one and his eyes were scoping the area for the best spot for a picnic. He wanted to grant you the best view of the Valar’s garden as well as stay out of Laurelin’s bright light as it shone at its highest hours. Noticing your grip in his hand slipping, Fingon craned his neck around to see what it was that had captured your attention so greatly. He couldn’t help but grin when he noticed your eyes falling on the grand golden gates of the west portion of the garden, covered in vines and orchids. Behind the gates, no one knew what lay there. Some spoke about newly developing plants being created and stored there and others claimed that secret plants the Valar refused to share with the people lay behind the gates. Either way, today was the day that you both would discover for yourselves.

“I see you’ve found the Mystery Garden of Yavanna.” He voiced enthusiastically as his grip on your hand tightened.

“I’ve heard so much about it, but no one knows what dwells within. Do you know Findekáno?” you asked inquisitively as your gaze remained locked on the gates.

You were never one for adventures or anything risky for a matter, but the moment you met Fingon, all the safety measures and voice of reason got thrown out the window. You were committing all the crazy adventures with the lively prince and had the worse time explaining to your parents the reason for your messy condition upon return. It did cause a problem in your relationship because, at one point, your parents thought it best for you to break things off with the prince because he was tainting your lady-like image and reducing it to a wild maiden, however, Prince Fingolfin and the Lady Anaire were able to convince your parents otherwise. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop Fingon from taking the opportunity to take you on even greater adventures, ignoring your parents because, in his opinion, they were too ‘proper with any sense of fun’.

“I may be adventurous, but I’ve never seen what dwells behind…however it doesn’t stop us from finding out.” He grinned as he walked towards the gate.

Fearing for your life because you didn’t want to anger the Valar, you tugged Fingon back to your side, “Wait no, are you crazy, we could get into trouble for this!”

“As have all the other activities we’ve indulged in,” he counterreplies with a boisterous smile.

“Well yes but this is a different type of trouble Findekáno. This is the Valar type of trouble I mean.” You warned. As much as you despised that upbringing your parents gave, you still had your respects for the Valar and refused to anger them. Your parents would definitely call your courtship off with the young prince.

The longer Fingon stared at you, he noticed the worry swirling in your eyes. He never liked putting you into frightful situations since it would make him appear as a dick, the last name he would have anyone associate him with. Switching his gaze between you and the gate, he really wanted to learn about what dwelt on the other side as you brought it to his interest, and it was bugging him to leave without investigating. With a bite of his lips, Fingon cast his head downwards and sighed in disappointment.

“Fine then, I’ll just return alone when you're not around so you wouldn’t have to worry. Come on now.” His voice was deflated as he spoke, and it was as if all the light on his face had vanished.

Staring at the diminishing of his exuberant aura, you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off when he gave your hand a gentle tug to lead you down the previous path you were once on. You hadn’t thought that he would be this saddened by not getting his way for illegal activity. At the same time, it saddened you to watch as his joyous mood returned to a simpleton quiet. Fingon’s shoulders were no longer sharp, his clothes no longer hugged his body nor did his hair fall graceful as he walked. Everything appeared boring and dull and lifeless. He was affected by being unable to trek into the gardens.

He spoke no words the entire time he guided you through the rest of the garden and came to an oak tree on a gentle hill. The hill gave a wonderful aerial view. You were able to see the orchid and peach trees to your left, the field of flowers to your right and the giant lake that seemed to stretch for miles before you both. Laurelin’s golden rays bounced off the surface and made the lake appear as if there were a million diamonds swimming around. Your view was truly breathtaking as the visual of colours slapped your face in awe and wonder and left you gaping. Fingon standing beside you could not help but chuckle as he took in your look of disbelief.

Laying out everything on the blanket, you and Fingon had found yourselves engaging in a round of humorous conversations about how he and his siblings had pranked his younger brother Turgon. Throwing your head back and landing on the blanket, you let out a peal of laughter when he described how his brother had taken a trip down the staircase believing that he had dodged the tripwire. He was an excellent storyteller and a dramatic one as well. His expressions when replaying a scene always made you feel as though you were right there living the moment. His hand and body movements or the way he would spring into action with mirth in his eyes could not help but made you realize just how lucky you were to be with him. Everything he did was to truly make you happy even if it caused him discomfort.

“And then, he attempted to chase us down the hallway almost running into – ”

“ – Are you happy Findekáno?” you asked, cutting him off mid-dramatics.

“Why yes. Why would you ask such a question?” he responded as he sat back down on his hunches. A cute, puzzled look adorning his face.

“Well…you seemed pretty upset by not being able to venture pass the gates after I said to not go.” You replied gloomily.

“Oh,” Fingon had moved to stretch his legs out to touch yours as he sat opposite your half-lying position, “it’s nothing to be worried about like I said, I’ll just return some other time alone so you wouldn’t have to get into trouble.”

“But you would be in trouble and then our courtship would get called off because my parents wouldn't want me to court someone who angers the Valar. You know this.” You responded.

Gazing at you for a moment, he was going over your words because they made a lot of sense, you were right. He didn’t want to jeopardize the success of your relationship, especially after his first warning, but this was Fingon. He could not be swayed easily once his heart was set on it, “You know, I’m awfully stealthy, no one would notice my entry.”

“They’re the Valar Findekáno, they can see all. Plus, I’ll go with you, I can’t let you have all the fun by yourself now.” There went the adrenaline rush that you were so fearful of being released.

Gawking at you, Fingon did not hesitate to snort at your enthusiasm, “Arimelda, the whole point of being stealthy is to not get caught, you are far from that and plus you’d just trip on your dress and put a tear in it. What would your parents say?”

“Oh, so you think that I cannot be stealthy?” cutting you off, Fingon nodded at your words with an ‘obvious’ look on his face, “remember you took me hunting in a dress and we caught a deer together? Isn’t that stealth?”

Opening his mouth to reply, he closed it and ended up flapping his lips like fish as he thought of a proper response to combat your witty remark. He knew you were right but as you had commented earlier, they were the Valar who could see all.

“Didn’t you say earlier that they could see all, what makes you think they wouldn’t see you coming?” finally in response to make you question your words or so he thought.

“Then that should prevent you from venturing into the Mystery Gardens, furthermore, if you’re getting into trouble then count me in, we could share the blame. Through the ups and downs, good times and the bad.”

“We’re saying our vows already? I should have brought our rings,” he exclaimed searching his body as if he brought a ring.

Wheezing at his antics, you watched in amusement as he plucked strands of grass and fashioned a ring. When he was finished, he reached over for your right hand and slipped it onto your index finger with a kiss on your knuckles when finished. Pulling back slightly, he gazed over your features while going over your words. He didn’t want to risk your courtship with him, but his adventurous side was beaconing to him to take the chance. Whether he did it alone or welcomed you on the trip, getting caught was bound to happen.

“Are sure about this?” he quizzed one last time.

“Positive.” You replied.

And with that, Fingon removed himself from your space and moved to stand, redressing his boots and robes on him before stretching a hand out for you to take. Complying without hesitating, you rose from your seat and trudged alongside your raven-haired lover, leaving all your materials on the hill under the oak tree, to venture into the unknown. Taking the same route, both you and Fingon were whispering and giggling to each other about what unknown possibilities were lying behind the golden gates that Yavanna would not want outsiders to not have contact with. Thoughts about great magical trees only gifted to the Valar were the one conclusion you both agreed on.

The trip was a lot shorter than you remember as you now stood before the gates. It was Fingon who released your hand and stepped forward to push the gate and see if it would budge or not. Surprisingly, it did open despite being placed to prevent outsiders from getting in and the splendid greenery your eyes fell on was a sight to behold. Thick vines were crawling up every tree that existed, seemingly choking and sucking the life out of the plants. The poor plants appeared as if they could not breathe as you walked through, observing the aisles of unknown species. Everywhere was green with only a few colours present from the visible flowers in bloom and it was safe to say that the ground was spared the overrunning of the vines, thus you had no need to trip.

Your walk was filled with silence as you both were too caught up in the presence of the flora and fauna to speak. No questions were asked, only soft breathing and light footsteps. Your hands were linked with one another as you crossed little streams of water pooling through the garden and providing life to the plants. Above, there was light since the trees formed no canopy, so you were able to see your foot placements and avoid tripping. The only things you were hoping to not encounter were any bugs or snakes or even spiders. They were not on your list of expectations, and you didn’t require them to be cut short.

Walking for another ten minutes, you and Fingon were coming to the end of the lane when you both began to smell a sweet citrus scent. It was suffocating your lungs as the scent came from everywhere. Neither of you could pinpoint the direction of scent as it grew unbearable and waffled through the air with grace. Along with the scent, minuscule grains of pollen floated with the wind and scattered about the garden, even falling unknowingly upon you two.

“I think that’s our cue to leave.” He coughed as his sleeve rose to his nose.

Nodding your head, you both turned yourself around and retreated in the same direction you entered, coughing and sneezing along the way from the inhalation of the pollen. The air on the way out became just as thick as the air at the end of the lane and this time, the flowers that were closed and you hadn’t realized were flowers, opened themselves and sprayed their fragrance onto both you and Fingon upon departure. You were beyond terrified not knowing if the flowers and fragrance were deadly or poisonous. Thought of dying like those elves who made the journey crossed your mind. You didn’t want to leave this world.

Beside you, Fingon stood with his hands on his knees gasping for breath and sounding like a suffocating person. His face was reddened, and his eyes were widened from the fear of being caught if that was the purpose of the scent. Taking glances at you through his peripheral vision, he noticed your panicked state with water in your eyes and rushed to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s fine, everything is absolutely fine.” He breathed into your hair as he cradled your body.

But nothing was fine.

Petting your hair while swaying with you from side to side, Fingon was able to stop the tears from flowing by showing you that he was alright and that he wasn’t afraid. Being wrapped up in each other’s embrace was the best and the worst situation either of you could be in. The pollen grains trapped in the pores of your clothing were breathed in with every intake of breath as you nuzzled into his chest, while Fingon inhaled through those that were trapped in your hair. Neither of you could explain the series of events that took place until everything was over.

Your breathing was the first to heighten, followed by an increase in heart rate. Sweat slowly began to fuse from every pore in your body driving you to feel overly warm, however, you felt confused because you wanted to escape Fingon’s arms and your clothes, yet you wanted to remain in his embrace. His touch was soothing, and it cooled the burning. You could not help but nuzzle further into his embrace while tightening your grip around his waist, sighing is absolute bliss. His scent, his body, his presence, everything felt right at that moment.

On the other hand, Fingon felt as if he was on fire, given that he got more hits with the pollen than you, and wanted to rip his clothes off. His brain could not function properly and decide on what he should do; continue consoling you, strip himself naked, or keep himself in your embrace. His own heart rate was pumping out of his chest, and he could have sworn he felt it being in his throat and stomach. It caused the grip on your body to become constricting as his arousal grew painfully with a burning desire to be put out. Between you two, his breathing was a lot more erratic and noticeable which urged you to lift your head and look at his flushed face. His pupils were dilated, and his lips were swollen with desire; they beckoned to you, and you were going to oblige.

Not even bothering to gaze at him, you leaned in to capture his lips in messy disarray. Bumping nose against each other, teeth knocked and grazed over tongues but you two were too caught up in the pleasure being received to pay attention. His mouth was quick to break away from your lips and leave hurried open-mouth kisses along your neck, dragging his tongue to taste your sweet nectarine skin. He moaned with every swipe of his tongue against your skin and grounded his hips into yours for relief. Your hands that were encircling his waist dropped lower to cup his ass, digging into his flesh and pressing him into your hips for more pleasure.

Fingon’s lips moved across your skin with hungry desires, he wanted to devour your body and claim it as his. On hand from your waist travelled upwards to grip your hair and tug your head backwards to give him more room to traverse your skin. He wasn’t fond of having your skin hidden from him which led to his other hand is busy with tugging at your dress ties to remove your obtrusive garment, and when he was finding it difficult to untie the laces, he pulled away from your skin to glare. His nostrils had flared as he cast you a dangerous eye – he was displeased with your dress. Dragging his hands from your hair and back, he brought them to your front and shredded your dress in one go. Your precious sky blue and white dress was in tatters on the ground, and you weren’t even displeased.

“Hmph,” Fingon’s hands reached for the waistband of your underwear and repeated the same thing with your dress – torn to pieces.

Wasting no time, a hand stretched out to press against your chest, loving the erratic heartbeat for him, and pushed you to lean against the bark of the peach tree. It was uncomfortable, but given the predicament, either of you was in, the discomfort was the least of your worries. All that mattered was your lover getting on his knees before you and yanking your hips outwards so he could bury his face in your cunt. Breathing in your scent, his nose bumped against your clit and prompted you to cry out. Fingon took it as a sign to proceed and easily, with grace and poise, he lifted your lower body off the ground and rested the crook of your knees on his shoulder while maintaining a grip on your thighs, and spreading you open. You fought for your balance as your back was pressed against the rough bark and your hands struggled to grip the sides to keep yourself upright.

At the parting of your legs, Fingon wasted no time admiring your cunt and chose to dive in face first, smearing your release across his cheeks and chin as his lips attacked. His hot tongue made rapid motions, running through your folds from your entrance to clit and then taking the tiny nub between his lips to give a firm suck. Shaking his head with your nub between his lips drove you insane and forced you to release whiney sighs that made your voice sound broken. But to Fingon, they were all he required to continue and become relentless with his actions. Tightening his grip on your thighs until bruises were formed, his tongue rolled and nipped at your nub before giving it a few harsh tugs and then travelled south. His tongue lavished at your entrance and sometimes slipped past it to brush further south.

You wanted to reach out and touch some part of him, his face or his hair, but that action proved to be difficult upon your first and last attempt. Trying to balance your weight on your left hand, you shifted your body to stretch your right hand out to grip his head, but the action nearly made you topple over had it not been for the vice grip Fingon had on your thighs. Growling at the break of concentration, Fingon's mouth shifted from your heat to bite at the insides of your thigh as a warning to behave before returning to his task at hand. Your head was floating above the clouds to fully comprehend how was the prince so good at pleasuring you. Had you been in your rightest mind, the question would have slipped out, but currently, all you were concerned about is how good he pleasured you.

His tongue made quick and turbulent motions as it dipped into your heat, thrusting in and out to collect every once of nectar he could muster. You were unbearably delicious and had he known this from the start, he would have devoured you instead of the long wait. The light tickles of his hair on the insides of your thighs added to the heightened pleasure you were already experiencing and prompted you to release mewl after mewl, and cries of his name. The way his name fell off your tongue had his cock straining in his pants, and he couldn’t take the wait anymore. Removing himself from your cunt, not before planting one last lick to your heat, he settled you down on the ground while he stood towering over you, scrambling to remove his attire. The many layers he had worn today had proven to be a sign of irritation because golden buttons went flying through the air as he tugged his garments off.

His movements were just as aggressive as his ragged breathing. You couldn’t help but stretch your hands out to assist, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin upon yours. Stripping him of his attire, Fingon threw himself back onto his knees to capture your lips in a languid kiss while both your hands undressed him. Clumsily, he yanked his tunic and shirt off earning a tear from one of the items before his hands travelled to your face. He left the removal of his pants as your job, as of now, he wanted to have your lips once again. The burning desire to consume you through and through built within his chest like a violent storm; ready to crash and destroy all it consumed.

His mouth on yours slowly locked and intertwined, drawing out sighs and groans from your throat. A musical masterpiece that his ear would never forget. Swiping his tongue on your lower lip, he pried it open and slipped in to meet your tongue in a teasing dance. His hands had risen to roam your body, squeezing and groping every inch of skin he found delectable. Somewhere in between reality and being lost in heaven, Fingon let loose a breathy moan when your fingers brushed the tip of his cock. The kiss was broken so he could look down at where your fingers were busy swiping the head of his cock and using his precum to pump his length. His pants were only resting mid-thigh his erection stood proud and tall with your hands wrapped around him and giving him shallow pumps, not enough to sedate his hunger.

Reaching down to snatch your hands off him, with his other hand, he spun you around and pushed you the lie on your stomach in the grass as he made quick work to remove the rest of his boots and pants. Panting like you were in heat, his body soon joined yours and laid perfectly atop yours with his cock resting against your heat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time.” He spoke with an inhumane volume of lust in his voice. Deepened and dropped his baritone voice echoed in your ear and sent shivers down your spine.

Your panting paused when you felt the head wiggling against your entrance, slowly pushing past the first ring of muscles. There was fire and pain, but a sight mix of pleasure as he slowly slid deeper and deeper with every growing second. His groans were strained as your cunt suffocated him and your heat was unbearably welcoming. A hand rested near your head and the other latched onto your hips and formed indentations of his elegant fingers. Biting his lips, he was drawing blood from the impatience he felt as he waited for your walls to relax around him and stop fluttering. His patience was running thin, and you were constantly whining and whimpering at the impressiveness of his sheer size – he stretched you out exquisitely.

“P-Please F-Finno, please m-move.” You whimpered into the grass.

Your nails were clawing into the dirt from the first delirious drag of his cock, and it made your head spin and become light. You know you felt when his hips slapped against yours upon the return, but your brain was dead for the high levels of intoxicated pleasure you felt from the joining. Your head was swimming in ecstasy with no sense of direction or comprehension. Every sound you made; you weren’t sure if it was a proper sound, but you weren’t concerned with how pathetic you were sounding right then. Your fire was being quelched by the cool, erratic touches of your lover’s cock being driven into you with immense force.

Fingon was so sinfully wicked with his thrusts, they burned and cooled your insides like ice. His hands skillfully contorted your both to his liking, arching your spine in the foulest positions for his taking and liking. He wanted you to fall apart under his touch, or maybe that was just the sex pollen acting. Either way, every touch of his was calculative and manipulative so your body would become familiar with his. The way his hips would snap perfectly against yours as if he was moulding his body into yours or moulding your body to fit him, he was wicked. The beloved and charming persona of the prince was a demon underneath his perfect princely display. Every word that fell off his lips was torture, sweet sinful torture to your body – it racked shivers through your entire frame and made the coil in your body tighten.

He could feel it, the pressure building up around his cock already from the first few thrusts, and he used it to his advantage. The calculated and expert roll of his hips would aim directly at your soft spot to get you creaming all over his cock and in hopes of cumming soon. Grazing past your gummy walls and moulding it to shape for his cock alone to be welcomed made your cunt desirous with every stroke. The hand in resting in the grass beside your head would travel across to brush some of your hair out the way so his lips would kiss itself against your skin, tasting the sweet nectarines and crisp heavenly waters from above. All his sounds echoed in your eardrum as his mouth hover dangerously close by, groaning and grunting.

Fingon knew exactly what he was doing to you, exactly what he wanted to do to you despite the intoxication of the sex pollen, his Royal Highness wanted you to conform under his touch, beg and cry out in pleasure. He got that through the movements of your nails clawing at the dirt and the other digging into his nape for support. Every sound he ripped from your throat, echoed in the distance to alert anyone and every one of your heated session. The pit-pat of his balls slapping against your heat and tickling your clit, crossed your eyes back into your head and made it bowed into the grass. Not pleased, he lifted himself off your body leaving little room and arched your neck upwards so he could see the mess he was making you as your walls convulsed around him. You folded into his touched and screamed his name when your heat caved in and creamed, finally creaming his cock just as he wished.

A dirty laugh escaped his throat as he was far from finished with you. Fingon’s grip on your body as you doubled over in ecstasy never ceased nor eased, it only intensified when he felt his own release coming about. The tightness of your grip on his cock – figuratively and literally – as he fought to make passage before his own hips spasmed was a death trap. Was it the pollen increasing your bodily factors or was it just you? Fingon had no time to question or think, all he wanted was to bury himself deep within and go another few rounds until his body gave away.

The brushing of his thick, long, raven curls showered you like a curtain and blocked out the rest of the world from your intense fucking. It cascaded like a waterfall of black ice; however, it was warm and inviting. You could feel the flexing of his muscles as his hips jerked and twitched signalling his high had come at last, and it consumed your smaller body in euphoria. Your back bowed and curled into his chest with every slow thrust of his hips pushing his marking deeper and deeper until it seeped into your womb. With a final grunt, he still his hips to exhale a deep resonating sigh. Nuzzling his face into your neck kisses were left and they trailed all the way up until he littered your jaw with soft bites. Doing everything in his power to save your lips for last, it was short-lived when your head turned to capture his.

“Humph,” his experienced tongue rolled around your mouth licking every sigh as his hips shifted once again to begin his mission – he was far from finished.

He kept you pinned into the grass as the pat pat of his balls slapping against your cunt did everything to send you into hyperactivity. Your poor, overused and drenched cunt was taking him whole once again, accepting his entire length and girth and blanketing it as it nestled against your womb for such a short space before saying goodbye momentarily. The dark, devilish chuckles say everything as his eyes gazed into your glossy, far-distance and starry eyes – it felt into one ear and racked goosebumps through your body. Little glittery tears, filled with stardust trickled from the corners and stained your flushed cheeks and it was a masterpiece in Fingon’s eyes – the only time he’d ever accept tears.

Silent moans left your lips as he did nothing less than fuck you into submission so your body would understand that it was he who would give you your pleasure. Tugging your face upwards to continue staring, he bent his head down to rest his forehead against yours, marvelling at your doe-eyes. He had already cum once, he was ready to cum again with that look and continue.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He grunted between each forceful thrust. His head, like yours, couldn’t help but float above the clouds as he continued to gaze deep within starry eyes.

His cock makes you convulse but it makes you crave his touch more and more; his plan was a succession. He wanted you to crave him, crave his touch, his scent, his body and presence, his cock and his voice. It makes your brain delirious and drunk, but it also makes you leave cream rings pooling around his cock as your gush all over him. And so, his name tumbled from your lips, chanting a song of wizardry to ensnare its victim and lure them in, bind them into your grasp and keep them there, under your lock and key. If Fingon thought, it was he who was manipulating your body under his touch, he was wrong, it was you all along.

You kept him coming for more, making you both tumble and roll around the grass, spending hours giving your all to each other. Cascading into a kaleidoscope of euphoria, never-ending and bottomless. Hands and mouth eagerly sampling all the other had to offer, drinking all the essence and still wanting more – greedy, the both of you were. Your energies were matched, no one chose to tire until one craved in first – stubborn. He fills you up until you could take no more, rings of cream coated his cock, while they painted your cunt, and he was pleased with his work. He gives you all that he could muster until he could produce no more before collapsing beside you, and in response, your body followed relatively into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, Laurelin was fading into Telperion as his silvery light echoed from behind the hills and over the forest. He was approaching his peak hours to glow at his brightest and to your right laid a naked Fingon with his mouth half-open and light snores escaping. Telperion’s slivery glow cast itself over Fingon’s raven hair and gave him a blinding aura, enhancing the already bubbly personality he expressed. You were still lying naked with his left arm slung over your back and his left leg resting across yours. Staring at his nudity, the blush that covered your cheeks as the images replayed in your mind made you chuckle nervously. Your parents were definitely going to break you up and kill him. To you, it was the least expected adventure you would have ever dreamed about going on, but it was enjoyable. You did something fun before living your last.

Rolling over onto your back and out of his grasp to sit up, your actions caused him to awake groggily. Those sleepy sapphire blue eyes pierced into yours with a boyish look adorning his face. He was beyond cute when he was sleepy.

“Hello.” He croaked. His body shifted to get up from where he lay but immediately flopped as he felt a stroke of pain in his thigh. Choosing to roll over instead, he now laid on his right side, facing you with a floppy smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?” you inquired.

Shrugging, Fingon simply shook his head as he continued to stare. Must be the side effects of the fragrance you got hit with, or so you thought. Shifting closer to his body, you moved to lie next to him, curling your smaller frame into his larger one and snuggling his chest. Small patterns were traced into your back as you both lay in silence. You could hear the soft chirping of some birds in the distance and nearby – larks, magpies and other songbirds. They were singing about the day being over and the night falling. You had to return to your chaperones before sundown otherwise you had to answer to your parents.

“Finno, my parents are going to get a kick out of this when they learn. What are we doing to do?” you whispered frightfully.

From the corner of his eyes, before he could respond, a movement from his left caught his eyes and out of the shadows of the trees stood Yavanna clad in her greens. Tall she stood with a playful smirk upon her lips and concern upon her brows as she gazed at your intertwined bodies before her Mystery Garden. She knew exactly what had transpired as the scent of her pollens was still strong on either of you. Casting Fingon a cocked brow waiting for you both to acknowledge her presence, she stood beside the peach tree as he scrambled to sit up pulling you along with him.

You couldn’t help but groan as he tugged you upright from all the incessant pounding he gave your body earlier. He was relentless and gave you no chance to catch your breath, no wonder why your bones and muscles ached like someone gave you the body beating of a lifetime.

“Dear, uh, I think we’re in…trouble?” Fingon spoke sheepishly as he cowered under Yavanna’s smirk.

Widening your eyes and swerving your head around to meet the person behind you both, you froze with a gasp. Casting your eyes elsewhere and ashamed of being caught by the Lady herself, you knew you were probably going to be skinned alive by your parents as well.

“Fear not young ones, I bring you no harm nor do I bore you ill news. It would seem that you have stumbled upon my flowers and became…ensnared,” she spoke with a light melody in her voice even though you lightly teased you both, “My creation worked, though I do not believe it is still fit for revealing.”

Fingon was the first to speak up as the braver of you two, “My Lady, you are not here to scold us for breaking in…and what was that creation?”

“Scold you, heavens no my child, you are not the first to have to stumble across my Garden of Pleasure. What you were affected by were the copulation flowers. As the name says, it gives one the urges to mate.” She explained with the brightest smile on her face knowing that it was a familiar routine she and her Maiars had to repeat on a monthly basis. She wished to have a spring or a private garden where it would be more accessible to adventurous couples without scaring the public.

“Oh.” That was all Fingon could respond with, still caught off guard by the fact that Lady Yavanna was casual about the incident.

“I do believe that you two should return home now, it’s getting quite late.” She continued in a maternal tone.

Nodding your heads at her, you ushered yourself to reach for your dress and shrieked at the condition it was left in. Tattered and useless, you couldn’t even cover yourself with it as a cape, and your underwear was much worse, it was in pieces. Sheepishly cowering beside you, Fingon dipped his head and averted his eyes elsewhere knowing that you were displeased by his barbaric behaviours. And he was right because your angry stare flashed upon him with the fury of a thousand arrows.

“Finno! My clothes! I can’t – I have nothing – what would they say…ugh.”

“My clothes are tattered as well, you know.” He argued as he held up a one-buttoned shirt and a torn tunic at the sleeves.

Falling into silence as you both stared in horror at each other’s clothing, it wasn’t long before boisterous laughter broke out between you both at the screwed-up situation you now faced. Neither of you was fit to return home in decent condition. His parents would eat him for dinner when they learn of your state as well as your parents. He was laughing through the pain and fear he was about to experience and not being fully aware of how to deal with it.

“Now, now children, like I’ve mentioned before, many have ventured and ended up like you both, thus clothes will be provided.” Yavanna had spoken from the shadows she lurked, watching you two in a frantic. She understood the rush of pleasure that made couples tear their clothes to pieces, thus you two were in safe hands.

From the shadows behind here emerged two other workers of hers carrying folded clothes, a suite for you and Fingon. Breathing a sigh of relief, instead of wanting to strangle your lover, you made the mistake of rushing from your seated position for your clothes and winced at the pain shooting through your legs. Beside you, Fingon couldn’t help but chuckle – you weren’t sure if it was because of your eagerness or the pain he gave.

“This was some adventure today wasn’t it?” he chuckled as he took the clothes with a quick ‘thank you’.

“It was indeed, though I’m not entirely sure how my parents would react to all this.” You responded.

“Just don’t tell them,” he reacted in an obvious tone, “and maybe we can return again.”

Snapping your neck over to him, you watched as he appeared nonchalant to his statement as he garmented himself briskly. He appeared too okay and normal with his statement, and it persuaded you to agree, “Agreed, we’ll return again.”

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[chachacancan]

I’ve seen some great batfam sports!au, like hockey players and ice dancers, and then some.

And you know what? I have something to offer you, the small niche of intersectional fans of both the batfam and Formula 1. There’s like three of us on here but I’m making this for us.

The batfam, but make it F1 🏎️:

Bruce: Used to be a driver, now team principal. Most definitely Mercedes. His team has been dominant for so long, and they’re an established, respected name in the sport. (He is def. Toto Wolff. Have you ever seen the actual Toto Wolff? He could be batman I kid you not.). He appointed Barbara as Mercedes’ main race-strategist, and Alfred, who used to be Bruce’s PR rep when he was a driver, is now Dick and Damian’s.

Dick: Is Bruce’s number one driver. Multiple times world champion, likeable loveable fashion forward superstar (your Lewis Hamilton type). He’s been there a long time and has seen it all. He’s loyal to his team and plans to remain there until he retires. He’s one of the last of the old guard.

Tim: Is Bruce’s second driver for a season when Jason’s contract is broken. Arrived directly from F2 with a lot of potential but not a lot of experience. The pressure was immense, especially to replace Jason Todd and drive alongside an established world champion, and while he did well for his rookie season, he was not what the team was looking for for a second driver. He is remanded to a back-of-the-field team affiliated with Mercedes while he grows and improves. Tim to Williams is what I’m saying.

Stephanie: Steph is a development driver for Mercedes for a few years before she gets her big break and is announced for Williams to drive alongside Tim. A bit reckless, a bit too quick on the restarts. She gets a lot of flack for hitting the walls a few times but she’s a fighter and she gets results.

Cassandra: Arguably one of the best on the grid, she starts her rookie year with a midfield team before immediately being poached by Ferrari. (In my head she is very much a Charles Leclerc type - kind of shy, kind of awkward, but real kind and a menace on the circuit). PR darling and generally well-liked, she manages to be one of the more aggressive drivers on track without the usual “reckless driver” allegations.

Damian: The second Mercedes driver alongside Dick. Originally picked straight out of F3 by Red Bull and sent to Alpha Tauri, their junior team - Bruce and Mercedes definitely bought the hell out of his contract (in my head Ra’s is the Red Bull team principal and Talia is Alpha Tauri’s) after his first year and brought him in to replace Tim. He’s one of the youngest drivers on the grid, and he has a reputation of being dangerous in wheel-to-wheel battles.

Jason: Used to be Dick’s teammate at Mercedes and even won a world championship against him (for those who are in the know: I’m not saying Jason is the Nico Rosberg to Dick’s Lewis Hamilton, but he did beat him in equal machinery, so…), but left the sport for two seasons after a bad crash. People were very surprised to see him back in F1 driving for Red Bull for a year before switching to that second Ferrari seat. (Come one: I had to give that Ferrari Rosso Corsa to a guy whose helmet is bright red).

Duke: A McLaren driver through and through: papaya orange shirt merchant and general internet celebrity. One of the more well-liked drivers on the grid. He used to briefly be in Alpine but was courted by other midfield teams when his contract ended, and has now been in McLaren for a few years. Definitely the F1 video games ambassador and an unforgettable presence in the Netflix F1 documentary/soap opera series.

Feel free to argue your batfamily member/F1 team opinions in the notes, just know that I will not 🙅🏻‍♀️take any Ferrari slander😤. Trust me I know what that makes me 🤡

[neerons]

Is Yuzuru closer to Kei compared to Kazuomi? And if so, why is that?

Hello ❤️

Is Yuzuru closer to Kei compared to Kazuomi?

It’s true that recently, we’ve seen these two hang out together more in the recent stories from Kei’s route, but they’re also spending more time in Yuzuru’s own route.

As a matter of fact according to the stories, I can't claim on my own who is closer to who, as nothing canon has been said by the characters about this. I will however mention moments in their routes that can show and explain that Kei and Yuzu could indeed seem closer.

However, if I had to talk about my own perspective, I wouldn't say Yuzuru is closer to Kei than he is to Kazuomi. I think it all comes down to these three having different dynamics due to their personalities and past troubles that made them who they are today, and possibly their small age gap as well. In my opinion, they're all close but will show their fraternal love in different ways, at different times, etc...

I also just remembered while typing this that Yuzu and Kei share the same writer (I believe) so it wouldn't be shocking to me if the reason they seem closer is also due to this simple fact. The writer might have willingly made them spend more time in the recent stories as he knows them more and can explore their friendship in more detail.

Kei and Yuzu protecting each other

This is one of my takes on this, but I think rather than being closer, it’s more about Yuzuru and Kei having a protective instinct toward each other. More than with Kazuomi (at least for now). It’s been shown multiple times now that they worry a lot about each other when things turn sour and they’re reminded of their past.

Compared to Kazuomi who has lost everything when he was around 16 years old (which I’ve just learned recently in the Revenge & Challenge event), Kei and Yuzuru have been exposed to traumatizing events when they were respectively 8 and 9. They were still children who needed to rely on others, which they actually tried to avoid doing. Kei always tries to protect others and neglects his own self, and Yuzuru has always wanted to be independent.

Also, Kei is the oldest of the trio, while Yuzu is the youngest. Considering Yuzu’s overly perfectionist and independent, to the point he's stubborn, personality, it makes sense that Kei would want to care for him more as well. What I mean by that is that Yuzuru will often keep things to himself instead of asking for help. This here is actually a flaw the 3S's share, but if we take into consideration that Yuzu is the youngest, the most honest one out of them all, and the most sensitive, it makes sense people, especially Kei, wants to protect him. (The reason why I say "especially Kei" is because Kei always protects the ones he cares about, more than most people would. He has a self-sacrificial nature when it comes to helping his loved ones).

On the other hand, Yuzuru also cares for Kei's health as he shares these sort of healthy smoothie recipes for him that are easy to make and consume, as he knows Kei sometimes won't eat well. He also checks that Kei does make and drink them by being updated by Victoria daily. Kei actually only takes a sip of what he makes and found a loophole in the system, but Yuzuru's intention still stands.

They care for each other's wellbeing a lot, as they know one is sometimes so focused on work he forgets his surroundings and puts on a cold facade even when he's down, while the other one deals with psychological/emotional turmoils and often neglects his health as a result.

There are many examples showing how they care for each other, but these two moments are very telling and important to me (spoilers below concerning Yuzu's S3 and Kei's Sacrificial Lover):

In Yuzuru’s Season 3, Kei is here for him when he is kept as a prisoner and watches over Yuzu while he sleeps and has nightmares about his past. I consider this as Kei knowing how it feels like to be reminded of the past, and he even reassures him by putting his hand on his forehead. I think these two are just able to relate to each other about their past in some way. I couldn't find on my blog screenshots of this moment but I remember drawing it HERE

In plenty of Kei’s stories as well, Yuzuru has also been worried about Kei, and he especially risked his life trying to protect him against Caleb, who was no match for him, in Sacrificial Lover. Yuzuru didn’t even think logically as he normally does, because if he did, he would have known there was no way he could take Caleb down given that Theo and MC both struggled to get close to him. He acted on a whim to protect Kei, which shows how much he cares about him.

Jealousy in their friendship?

While I haven’t seen Kazuomi, Kei, or Yuzu seriously feel jealous in their own trio (friendship wise), Yuzuru has felt a bit "jealous" or at least bitter because of Josh and Sophia, Kei’s childhood friends, when he saw that Kei was willing to abandon everything, including their friendship of many years, to live up to his promise from the past to Sophia and Josh. Yuzu probably saw it as a betrayal to their friendship.

(This is a side comment, but Yuzuru has been described as a very sensitive person, as opposed to what most people would think since he seems so cold. Psychologically speaking, people who act "cold" on purpose and composed during emotional moments are in general very sensitive people who don't want others to think they're weak if they show their true nature. His friends know this about him and Kei seems to feel affectionate and protective when Yuzu actually tries hard to stay composed)

When it comes to Kei, he also feels jealous of both Yuzu and MC at some point in his route. I believe that it's in Office Romance With An English Diplomat that when Kei mentions that he wants a love triangle to happen between them three, he soon realizes that he feels jealous of Yuzu, because he's "stealing" his woman, but he's also jealous of MC for "stealing" his friend.

They both love and care a lot about each other, and during this time Kazuomi wasn't really brought up as much but I think there could be an explanation concerning why he doesn't share these moments.

Kazuomi's personality and place in their trio

Other than the logical fact that Kazu has a different writer than these two which means he shares less appearance with them in their routes, I don't think it necessarily means that Kazuomi canonically isn't as close to Yuzu than Kei is, or vice versa.

In my opinion, Kazuomi strikes me as the type of person who would care for his friends when they're down in the dumps, not necessarily by comforting them the same way the other two do, but by distracting them with fun, or lighting a fire up their ass to wake them up? If that makes sense? He's a really thought-provoking character.

He's also more of an observer in other routes, and only takes action if he really wants to. He believes and values freedom, therefore he doesn't like to force his loved ones to make decisions even if he actually would want them to take these decisions. This PoV from Kazuomi in Kei's Sacrificial Lover's normal ending shows this better:

While Yuzu would be quite desperate to bring Kei back to his usual life in this story, Kazuomi believes that it's only right to let him do as he pleases. However, deep down, he still feels sad for his friend and wishes for him to get better. Yuzu and Kazu simply handle their emotions differently.

Yuzuru and Kazuomi's own dynamic

This is all going to be my own speculation and observation from now on because I don't really have any specific moment between these two in mind as I'm writing this, and I don't have screenshots to revisit to confirm what I say at the moment. (on a side note, I also have been reading Kazuomi, Boss and Kei a bit more lately, so I have them on my mind more than Yuzuru's route. My mind is currently very foggy about Yuzu's plot but I still remember a few things).

Taking into consideration Kazuomi's personality that I described and the moments he shared with Yuzu, I'd say that for Yuzu, Kazuomi has a personality that fuels him. They have respect for each other, and Kazuomi always praises Yuzu's technology and even acts as an investor for him work-wise. In the relationship chart for MK, it's also stated that while Yuzu feels bothered by Kazu's energy and antics, he also secretly respects him:

I'd say the depth of their friendship is more discreet compared to Yuzu and Kei's, as we often see Kazuomi mostly amused or kindly make fun of Yuzu whenever he can. But Kazu is always going to be here along with Kei when Yuzu needs help.

In general, we see that Kazuomi likes to test Yuzu's nerves and get a reaction out of him because it entertains him, so he's more of an annoyance to Yuzu in that sense. But that's only what lies on the surface of their bond. Kei does that to Yuzu too, but compared to Kazuomi, Kei doesn't mind being a bit "nosy" and bothersome with Yuzu. In my opinion, Kazuomi will keep boundaries with his friends when they're not feeling well (this is again only my own speculation though).

I would need to read Yuzuru's stories again and get to read the new ones as well, so that I get more information about these two. I love this trio and I hope to see more moments between Yuzu and Kazu as well ❤

Thank you for the ask!

[aetherith]

Dear The Owl House Fandom

I feel like this is an issue present in many of the more popular fandoms, but as most of the fandoms I’m involved in were more mature or less popular than the TOH fandom, it’s the place I’ve seen this issue the most. That issue being a lack of awareness about media analysis. Look, I’m not trying to say that the historically white methods of looking at stories are the only way of looking at a piece of media. I’m not saying that neurotypical concepts on how to find the underlying themes in a book are the only way to discover those themes. What I’m arguing against is people not using their brains at all and jumping to conclusions/theories on what will happen in the next episode based on what feels logical. I’ve encountered my fair share of people on YouTube comment sections freaking out because TOH feels like a show where they would kill off a character. It feels like Hunter or Luz would die. What these kinds of speculations fail to do is to look at the underlying themes of The Owl House and the values of the people making it (one of those values being representation). When you take the time to look at these themes, what you feel like will happen might change.

The thing is, in my opinion, the complete reverse is even more harmful. While places like Tumblr and Instagram have a lot less individuals who don’t include media analysis in their theories for the future, the reverse is true to the point of toxicity. There are several people I’ve seen who seem to think that because they’ve factored media analysis and representation into their theories/conclusions that those theories are automatically true. Sometimes I even see people shaming others for having opinions that contradict their own logic based theories and downplaying their arguments. What this fails to recognize is one of the most important aspects of media analysis: that not only can multiple interpretations of something be true, they are actually encouraged. When your ideas are downplayed and the other side is locked in on their own ideologies, it becomes difficult to have any sort of conversation. New takes should be encouraged in a fandom, and not rejected (as long as they aren’t problematic). Trust me, I’ve had my views shamed and downplayed before and it’s really uncomfortable, especially when you do have reasons for your perspectives.

I think this a problem present in a lot of internet culture. You would think that exposure to different perspectives would make you more open minded, but people tend to close themselves in on their own perspectives instead. This makes it very hard to talk to different people and consider their perspectives, because those perspectives are immediately rejected and the person shunned. Now, this mostly doesn’t apply to genuinely problematic stuff, but at the same time there shouldn’t be this expectation that people will immediately just ‘know’ what’s right or wrong without being able to talk and question it.

I’m not saying this to call anyone out or shame anyone, but all of this really needs to change. I know it won’t, but hopefully when the show ends the fandom will quiet down and some of this stuff will be over.

Thank you for letting me get this off my chest. Please be nicer people to each other and encourage respectful and friendly discussion. I know that’s an impossible ask in this community on the internet right now but I might as well get it out there anyway.

[how-gross]

1:30am — Friday, June 14, 2024

I have so many obsessive thoughts tonight.

Two of my Youtooz Orders, that I ordered in March, were supposed to be shipped around May 15-June 15. And it’s June 14th, and I’m really nervous. They said they would email me when my order has been sent, but I’ve checked my email multiple times and I haven’t seen any email from their account.

It’s not the money I’m worried about losing. Those two Youtooz orders contained pins that were centered around MatPat and his involvement in the FNaF franchise, as a final goodbye. Youtooz is known for its strict timing and the fact that once time runs out, you’ll never be able to get those materials in the future again.

MatPat was a huge influence on my life. His theory videos not only taught me the fun of theory-crafting and analyzing, and not only showed me that sometimes overthinking can lead you down the right direction, but he was my escape from my difficult home life. I would watch his videos while my parents argued with one another for the 50th time in the other room. I would even watch him when I wasn’t going through some bad times, and he entertained me nonetheless. I’ve watched his last 10 theories, and I’ve watched his final theory livestream. But I ordered these pins and the MatPat figurine because I knew I wanted to prove that he was part of my life in some way— that I was around the time when MatPat was the original host of Game Theory, and that he will always have a place in my heart.

So for this to happen, as little as it may seem (but idgaf, it’s my vent account I get to rant about whatever I want even seemingly pointless shit) it scares me.

Along with that, one of my close friends is hosting a graduation party a day away. I’m excited for it, but there’s a slight, mini-problem. My supposed best friend (I don’t really consider her my best friend tbh — we’re too different, in my opinion — but I still try to treat her like one) is going as well, but for the past few days, she hasn’t spoken to me. She hasn’t even spoken in the group chat. I’m sure there are multiple reasons for this. For one, I can’t get at her for not calling me or texting me— I barely called or texted her back.

But that was communicated between us beforehand. Hell, she’s even made several jokes about how I won’t call or text her. And it’s not just her I do this to— I do this to all of my friends, even my family. Hell, even my significant other. And they’ve all made jokes about it, and they’ve all seemed fine with it. They know that I don’t do it on purpose or to be intentionally hateful.

I’m just not a talking person, and I hate calling people on the phone. I prefer texting, but even that becomes draining. My social battery gets drained quickly, and sometimes I just don’t want to talk to other people. I don’t mean anything personal by it, it’s just how I am. It’s how I’ve always been, ever since I got a device where I can communicate to other people on. When I do feel like talking or chatting, although they’ll be rare, I’ll text or call my friends. But I wouldn’t have to text or call them because we would see each other at school and talk then. I feel like my friends have always been understanding of that, especially my best friend. They’ve never complained to me about it; the most they’ve done is joke about it. And my best friend has always been more of an introvert herself. And there were times were she didn’t want to talk to anyone, and I respected that. I can’t judge her for not talking to me when I barely talk to her or anyone else, that wouldn’t be fair.

Plus, she just got a new car. She texted her new car to the group chat and everything. So I’m sure she’s busy enjoying her new car and using it to her advantage. Plus, she’s been working out (she’s fat and wants to lose weight for college), so I’m sure that takes up her time too. She’s an introvert and she has her own hobbies, so I’m sure she’s keeping herself busy with that.

But some part of my mind is like, “she’s lying to you. She’s secretly talking to one of your other friends in another text message that you don’t know about. She’s actually talking about you in that chat, talking bad about you, while saying nothing to your face. She’s grown to hate you, she doesn’t like you anymore, and she’s talking to that other girl about how much she doesn’t like you”.

I know this is most likely not true. Me and her have been close ever since I first got to Cabrini and we became close friends. We’ve always been on each other’s sides, especially during times when our current friend groups weren’t treating us fairly. Several times, our friend groups would fall apart, and I would always stick by my best friend’s side no matter what, even if that meant me getting backlash from the other people. Hell, when she would get blamed for and insulted by those same people, I would be there to defend her. We would stick by one another. I’ve been loyal to a fault with her. And I’ve always listened to her talk about her own family issues, and try my best to comfort her and appear understanding of her struggles. We’ve had some disagreements, but none that ended out in full-out fighting and breaking apart. And she’s very honest, and will straight-out tell another person how she feels.

But I don’t know. The other friend — the one that my brain tries to convince me that she’d rather be with than me — was the same one who tried to insult her and kick her out of the group beforehand. During that time, I stayed on her side and defended her, risking getting kicked out the group chat and getting very nasty glares from that other friend as well.

But that other friend and my best friend had more classes together than I did with my best friend — I was an honors student while my best friend and the other friend had regular classes, and me and my best friend didn’t have homeroom together — and eventually reconciled their differences. They got to spend more time with one another than me and my best friend got to.

I’d hate to say I’d be a little jealous, but I don’t know why I would be. It’s not like my best friend straight up said she didn’t want to be best friends anymore. And again, I don’t really consider her my best friend since we’re too different in my opinion, and I honestly feel like she’s treated me more as a therapist than an actual friend sometimes (not all the time; just sometimes). Plus, I spend a lot of time with the other friend’s best friend as well — we had more of the same honor classes together and had the same home room, so we had more chances to hang out — so I can’t say anything either.

I don’t know. I’m definitely overthinking things, I know it. I’ve been pretty depressed lately, to the point where I didn’t even feel like getting out of bed to go eat or shower. I’m just now getting off my menstrual cycle, which has been another issue I’ve had to deal with since my cramps lasted longer for this one and the flow was heavier than usual. Plus the stress I’m getting from my package and figuring out more things about my childhood most likely caused my anxiety to heighten up.

I need to talk to my therapist. But I don’t want to. I honestly want a new one, but I’m afraid of how my mom will react. I want to keep trying with this one, because she’s done so much for me. I feel like I’ve made a genuine connection with her, even if she’s just a therapist, and I don’t wan to just quit on her and start all over again with a new one.

I’ll see, I guess.

[erin-bo-berin]

I really like your blog and I really don’t mean to be disrespectful because this is aimed as much at the anons too. But I think the speculation over joe and maika is strange. Don’t get me wrong, I’d say I’m kinda nosy and gossiping can be fun. But I also know where to draw the line. Maybe it would be different if joe and maika had a very public relationship but they’re very private for a reason and I can’t imagine they’d be glad that people who claim to be fans are trying to be all up in their business. As a fan of joe, personally I don’t care either way if he’s still with maika or not, so long as he’s happy. I’d have thought any fan would feel the same and leave his private life alone out of respect. Also I think the comments about maika’s instagram are gross asf, she’s a grown ass woman who can post whatever she wants and it seems like you’re shaming/judging her for potentially posting revealing pics when she’s in a relationship. But so what?

I’ve said multiple times I don’t mean for it to be disrespectful at all. I’m just commenting on the things they’re doing and others have picked up.

I’m in no way shaming her. Like I’ve said, if I was as hot as she is, I’d do the same. But there’s a difference (in my opinion) in posting sexy pictures like she has before and posting pictures she is now. It just seems to have a recently single vibe because when you get out of a relationship, it’s gonna be a tough time so you take time to celebrate yourself. Maybe I’m just old fashioned (and I realize not everyone thinks the same way I do or has the same opinion) but I don’t think one would post such pictures like that while in a committed relationship. Not because your partner owns you, but some things like pictures like that I would think should be private and reserved for only your partner. Besides, I haven’t seen her post anything like that in the time we know they’ve been together that I know of.

It’s just mindless conversation anyway, none of the anons that I’ve spoken to have any ill will for their relationship. It’s not like we’re going hunting for things, it’s just things others have shared that we have noticed. But, I apologize that it’s seemed that way. I love Joe and want him and her to be happy regardless if they’re together or not and don’t mean to come across the opposite.

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Okay, so I’ve noticed a theme in posts recently about Izzy Hands that I want to address. I love Izzy as a character (*chefs kiss* to Con O'Neill's portrayal) and also love exploring him. He is (unfortunately) one of my blorbos. But the thing is that

Izzy Hands is homophobic. He’s a queer coded homophobic homosexual - this immediate interpretation of him that was passed around isn’t wrong.

I’ve seen at least 5 posts now saying he isn’t and it’s kind of bizarre to me? He literally is. So I sort of just want to look at some of the reasons people are saying he isn’t. Ultimately, I think the reading that ‘it’s wrong to say Izzy is homophobic’ comes from like. A misunderstanding of all the forms homophobia can take? Or a belief that if you yourself are mlm you can’t be homophobic? 

So one HUGE thing I’ve seen multiple times now is ‘Izzy ignores Pete and doesn’t say anything homophobic to him when he finds Pete and Lucius having sex in Episode 5′. But the fact that Izzy immediately picks on the effeminate gay man and calls him a ‘bitch’ - a pretty damn loaded term in this context - is homophobia. But then why does he ignore Pete? It’s because Izzy’s homophobia is specifically directed towards effeminate gender-non-conforming gay men. Which is a pretty intense form of homophobia, in fact its a wildly common one. ‘I’m okay with someone being homosexual, but I can’t stand all that gay shit’ is like. A huge thing. Do we not remember that dumb meme that was passed around in like 2012 that was all ‘gay people I respect vs. gay people I don’t respect’? 

So yes, Izzy ignores Pete in favour of Lucius, but that’s because Lucius is the kind of gay man Izzy takes issue with. And there’s obviously more to it than that, there’s an important class reading (in an episode which is all about class) in that Lucius represents the most educated member of the crew apart from Stede. But that’s not it in it’s totality because the ‘bitch’ line is RIGHT THERE, and the way that Izzy wants to use Lucius’s open flirting with the crew is RIGHT THERE. 

And Izzy’s hatred of Stede plays into this; Stede is an imbecele, he’s dumb, he’s ridicious, he’s not the right sort of man. Edward when he allows himself to enjoy the things Stede enjoys is also not being the right sort of man. But wanting men to not be openly feminine in some of their hobbies and personality it just...it IS homophobia. 

And Izzy is obviously queer coded. As the show runners said, he has a toxic love for Edward. He gets really close to men and stares at their lips while he argues. Etc. Etc. If Izzy was offered a ‘manly’ no holds bared violent relationship with Ed he wouldn’t have a problem with that at all. If the crew were fucking but like ‘proper pirates’ do (aka calico jack and Ed’s relationship) then Izzy probably wouldn’t have a problem with that either. But just because he doesn’t take issue with mlm relationships in all their forms, that DOESN’T mean he’s not homophobic and denying this part of his character is just...a really weird move in my opinion? And sort of denies him some of the complexities he has? 

Idk if people are doing this because they want to make him more sympathetic, or more ‘blorbo-y’ or if they just genuinely don’t see this kind of behaviour as homophobia but. You can like the character even if he is like this you know that right? In fact, this aspect of his character is what makes him interesting to many people and makes people want to explore his backstory and stuff (and maybe give him some kind of redemption arch)? It’s okay to like villains and people in fiction who you wouldn’t IRL? He did all the bad stuff he did and that’s actually very interesting and way more cool than if we sooth him over so he’s easily digestible. 

Anyway, that’s my rant.

[makeste]

“but I thought about how I needed to say this”

a.k.a. yet another meta dissection of The Apology. I actually wrote most of this up on Friday night based on the original Japanese (@pikahlua​ has an excellent translation up here, and I also used @hanashimas’ translations as a reference as well), but I wanted to wait until the official release, though that turned out to be a mixed bag to say the least lol.

I would also recommend reading @pikahlua​ and @class1akids​’ breakdowns of this scene (here and here, respectively), because they are excellent, and because if any scene deserves to have as many meta breakdowns written about it as possible, it’s this one.

anyway so here goes.

Caleb did a more accurate job with this than the fanscan, even if he did try his best to take us out of the seriousness of the moment by throwing in that swiss cheese line lol. anyway so there are two things I want to talk about here. the first is the line about Izuku not remembering, which I thought was a nice touch. of course he doesn’t remember what Kacchan said back then. he wasn’t exactly in the soundest emotional state after seeing one of the people he cares about most taking a near-fatal blow that was meant for him. I’d be shocked if he remembers anything about the aftermath (including the way he flew into a mindless rage afterwards) right up until the point when he entered the OFA Interstellar Party Void with Tomura. anyway, so I thought that was a nice callback.

and speaking of emotional states, the other thing I wanted to talk about is the part that Caleb got right which the fan scanlation didn’t. “but I had more to say.” in other words, “stop trying to win on your own” wasn’t just a one-liner; it was meant to be the beginning of a much longer speech. “there were other things that I needed to say.”

like, can we just stop and talk about that for a second. because basically what this means is that in that instant, when Kacchan pushed Deku out of the way and got impaled, his one and only thought was that he needed to apologize to Deku. his life was presumably flashing before his eyes, he had no idea if he was going to survive or not, and the only thing on his mind was how urgently he needed to make things right with his former childhood friend.

moving on!

so I have a confession to make, which is that I am relieved to see Katsuki describing this as the reason why he bullied Deku, as opposed to Horikoshi trying to retcon it into some sort of “secretly he was just trying to protect him and keep him out of harm’s way because he was worried” thing, which ngl would not have gelled very well with me. the thing is that I’m really not a fan of the whole “Kacchan Did Nothing Wrong” mentality that some fans seem to have. like, I have seen all sorts of convoluted attempts to find excuses for Katsuki’s shitty behavior, but in my view those attempts undermine what I love about his character in the first place. Katsuki is such a great character specifically because he is not perfect. his redemption arc is so compelling because he was such a giant asshole at the start. he was completely at fault, and he acknowledges this, and takes full responsibility for it. and that is fucking fantastic.

his arc is so great because it doesn’t rely on garnering sympathy by giving him a Tragic Past, or by trying to foist the blame for his behavior over on someone else. it’s an arc that acknowledges that redemption isn’t something you achieve by making people feel sorry for you; it’s something you have to earn by actively working to change and do better. and by forgoing the “misunderstood/tragic past” route, Horikoshi is making a statement that anyone can go down the wrong path, but that more importantly, anyone can also choose at any time to turn away from said path. there is only one requirement for doing so, and that is realizing that you’ve done wrong, and deciding that you want to change.

anyway, so in chapter 284 Kacchan of course had that whole speech about Deku not taking himself into account, and mentioned how that made him want to keep his distance. and a good chunk of fandom took this to mean that Katsuki’s bullying was actually a misguided response to Deku’s reckless tendencies -- sort of an “if I show him how weak and powerless he really is, I can get him to accept the reality that he’s quirkless, and that being a hero will just get him hurt or killed” type of thing. and I won’t lie, for a good while I was wondering myself if Horikoshi was really going to go down that route. and like I said, I am honestly relieved that he didn’t. not only for the reasons stated in the previous paragraph, but also because the message that would have sent -- that there are certain circumstances in which bullying can almost be excused because the bully had Good Intentions and was just trying to save the other person from themselves, and so it Wasn’t That Bad, Actually -- is all kinds of fucked up to say the least. so yeah, I’m glad we ended up steering well clear of that.

(ETA: this post was long enough already so I edited out the 3 additional paragraphs I originally wrote analyzing the dialogue from 284. but just to be clear, I’m not trying to imply that Kacchan worrying about Deku’s recklessness is a retconned thing that Horikoshi only threw into the story recently, because there are multiple instances throughout the story where he clearly is worried and in total denial of it. but I firmly believe those feelings are not what led to the bullying. they’re two separate things. Kacchan worrying about Deku is what prompts him to yell at him in chapter 1 when Deku comes to save him. but it’s not what incited him to burn his notebook and taunt him earlier in that same chapter. that action had a much meaner and more selfish motivation behind it, and I’m glad Horikoshi didn’t try to change it up last minute, because it wouldn’t have felt right.)

thankfully as of this chapter I think we can safely cross that out as a possibility, as we’re given the true explanation straight from Katsuki himself. and the truth is that he bullied Deku out of insecurity and jealousy and fear and intolerance. there was nothing noble about it. there were no good intentions concealed in his actions. there are no justifications given, no excuses offered, and no mitigating circumstances to be considered, other than the fact (which neither he nor Horikoshi bring up) that he was and is still a child, and that children make mistakes.

it’s an explanation that challenges many of fandom’s ideas on who is and isn’t eligible to be redeemed. there is no Ozai in Katsuki’s backstory. there’s no great tragedy that he spent a lifetime trying to rise above. the only villain in Katsuki’s story is Katsuki himself. the only darkness that he has to overcome is his own. and it’s challenging, because I think many people believe the only way someone can be redeemed for doing bad things is if bad things happen to them in return. but what Horikoshi is saying here is that that’s not the case. bad doesn’t erase bad. and the one and only way to truly earn redemption is by doing good.

and that’s what makes this such a phenomenal scene for me. by not shying away from Katsuki’s flaws and failings, and having him take full responsibility for them, Horikoshi keeps the apology from being self-serving, and underscores the true depth of Katsuki’s character development. the level of self-awareness he has here is something most people can only dream of. which is very fitting, as that’s perhaps the most important takeaway from his character arc -- that it’s only by acknowledging your own weaknesses and flaws that you can learn to overcome them and reach your full potential.

one last thing to point out here, which is that in the panel where Katsuki finally acknowledges his terrible treatment of Deku, Deku is not even visible. instead, Horikoshi drew the panel from a perspective that makes it appear that Katsuki is addressing this particular line not just to Deku, but to all of his classmates.

again, he shows him taking full responsibility and admitting his wrongdoings in front of the people whose opinions and approval he cares about most. and just to clarify in case there’s any confusion from Caleb’s translation, Kacchan’s wording makes it very clear that he wasn’t just “mean” to Deku, but that he full-on bullied him (he uses the same verb -- “ijimeru” (苛める) -- that he did back in chapter 284). there’s no attempt to downplay his actions here.

moving on now, this chapter also reaffirmed another thing about Deku and Kacchan’s relationship which I was glad to see revisited -- Kacchan’s unwavering belief in Deku’s ability. this is one of those paradoxical things about their relationship which I’ve always been fascinated by, but which is also kind of hard to explain, because I don’t want it to come off like I’m trying to put a positive spin on something which was unequivocally awful. like, please don’t think I’m trying to say that Katsuki’s bullying of Deku was in any way a good thing. but that being said, there’s also a strange irony at play here, which is that Katsuki’s jealousy and insecurity also betray the fact that even at his very worst, he never once underestimated Deku. he has always believed in Deku’s strength, even when that strength pissed him off and made him afraid and uneasy.

no one else -- not All Might, or even Deku’s own mom -- believed from the get-go that Deku could become a hero. but Katsuki never once counted him out, even when he was calling him a pebble in his shoe. he confesses here that even though he “tried to act superior by rejecting [Deku]”, in truth he was never able to shake the feeling that Deku was above him. long before he ever understood the concept of “win to save”, he knew instinctively that there was a strength in Deku’s heart that couldn’t be measured, and which had the potential to surpass even his own strength. and I’ve always felt that this was so important, because it’s the one aspect of their early relationship that hinted that on some level, however subconscious, Katsuki held the same type of faith in Deku that Deku always held in him. it was one of the few things that hinted at there being a possible path towards reconciliation one day. and it paved the way for the most important shift in their relationship to date, when Katsuki finally realized who Deku got his quirk from, and responded not with resentment or spite, but with acceptance.

moving on, I also really love the way we see them portrayed at the different stages of their childhood throughout this speech, and how it perfectly lines up with the dialogue. from small children (when Katsuki talks about his insecurities first manifesting), to middle schoolers (when he talks about the bullying), to high schoolers (when he talks about the past year and everything he’s learned at U.A.). Horikoshi really didn’t have to go that hard, but he did, and that’s why we love him.

and then we finally get to That Part.

where do I even start with this there are so many things omg.

the bow. this is the one and only time Katsuki has ever bowed to anyone of his own volition as far as I recall. and this absolutely is a bow, just to be clear, even though his form is straight-up garbage (very Kacchan-esque, with his feet and arms spaced apart because he’s still a punk after all). this is Kacchan showing more humility and respect than he’s ever shown to anyone else in his entire life.

regarding “Izuku”, I actually have mixed feelings about this to tell the truth. I think it was a good call here because it was incredibly effective in setting the tone and showing just how serious Kacchan is. however if he continues to use “Izuku” rather than “Deku” from here on out, that would give the impression in hindsight that all his past usage of “Deku” really was meant as an insult, which would undermine some of my favorite scenes. I would really like to believe that since DvK2 or thereabouts, Kacchan has (mostly) been using “Deku (affectionate)” rather than “Deku (useless loser)”, lol. but if he switches to the “nicer” name on a permanent basis following his apology, it implies that the previous nickname was indeed being used cruelly. and so honestly I hope this was just a one-time thing, because I do think that in Katsuki’s mind, the name “Deku” hasn’t been meant as a slight to him for a long time now.

“my truth/this is what I truly feel” -- the word Katsuki uses in Japanese is honne (本音), and if you’re familiar with the concept of honne/tatemae, that’s the same “honne” he’s talking about here. it means that he’s casting aside all of his walls and facades and expressing what he truly feels. and of course, one of the fascinating things about Katsuki’s character is that he’s the exact opposite of most people in that he chooses to put his meanness on full display to the public, and ironically it’s the kindest parts of himself which he tends to keep the most carefully guarded and hidden away. this also means that while his rage and anger are very often insincere and put on just for show, those relatively few occasions where he lets his humanity truly shine through are pretty much 100% genuine, as is the case with this one here.

and Deku’s face says it all when it comes to how powerful those moments can be as a result.

and this, right here, is why it wasn’t enough for Katsuki to atone solely through his actions, and why he needed to actually say the words as well. it’s not that the words are more important; obviously the actions are far and away the most important part, and carry far more meaning. but the reason why Katsuki needed to say the words as well is simply because Izuku needed to hear them. needed to, and deserved to, because this is one of the most important people in the world to him.

and so he deserves to know that the relationship isn’t just one-sided, and that he is just as important to Kacchan as Kacchan is to him. he deserves to know that Kacchan understands how horribly he treated him, and that he’s sorry for it. and he deserves to know that Kacchan, without any expectation of it changing their relationship -- meaning that he will continue to feel this way regardless of what Izuku says or does from here on out -- cares about him. now more than ever, with AFO out there doing everything in his power to make Izuku feel as alone as possible, this is something that he really, really needed to hear.

so this part has some interesting wordplay which neither Caleb’s translation nor the fan scanlation was really able to get across. basically, in the Japanese version, when Katsuki talks about “those ideals”, Horikoshi uses the kanji for “ideal”, but pronounces it as “All Might.” obviously the meaning of this isn’t too hard to decipher, as we all know how much both boys admire All Might. to them, he absolutely is synonymous with the Ideal. so this is a way of showing that respect they both have towards him, even as Katsuki goes on to point out the one fatal flaw that All Might was never able to overcome.

and speaking of interesting wording, as others have noted, at this point in his speech Katsuki switches from “temee” (which he was using earlier during the “your strengths and my weaknesses” part) to “omae” (“omae” being a less insulting word for “you”, though still very manly and tough-sounding), which is definitely a big deal. though fwiw this is not the first time he’s used “omae” for Deku (he switches to it briefly right after DvK2, when he tells Deku “you had the strongest guy lay the groundwork for you -- don’t lose”, and then later when they’re walking back to the dorms and he says he’ll learn and get stronger by watching everyone around him just like Deku did). it’s definitely a good choice on Horikoshi’s part though, as it makes this last part of the speech sound more earnest and sincere.

just a quick note, he does indeed use a plural pronoun here, as in “the obstacles that you can’t overcome, we will overcome.” but as @pikahlua​ pointed out, the “we” here is ambiguous -- it could either mean “we” as in class 1-A -- “we will overcome them for you” -- OR it could mean “we” as in all of them -- class 1-A and Deku. “we will overcome them together.” idk about you, but I know which one gets my vote.

anyway, and so this is the line that finally wins Deku over and allows him to let go of his fears, however briefly. what I love about this is Kacchan’s utter conviction. one thing that Caleb’s translation doesn’t quite get across is Kacchan’s use of the word morenaku -- “without exception” -- when he talks about how they’re going to save everyone and win. it echoes that same sentiment he showed back during the Joint Training arc -- that it’s not a perfect victory unless they save everyone. every last person. and he explicitly lists Deku among their number, just so there can be no doubt.

and Deku’s response to this (or at least his thoughts, since he’s not really able to get many words out) pretty much brings everything full circle here.

he acknowledges that everyone else has gotten ahead of him. which is especially meaningful given who he’s standing directly across from. because for most of the series, as we all well know, it’s been Kacchan who was woefully lagging behind Deku in the character growth department. but now Deku himself is acknowledging that not only has Kacchan finally caught up at last, but that he and the others have surpassed him. which is only temporary, I should add, as I have zero doubt that Deku will catch up again soon. but the fact remains that just as Deku’s rapid increase in strength and skill left Kacchan scrambling to keep up earlier in the series, Kacchan’s extraordinary character development has now left Deku in that same position. as All Might once put it, “when he’s starting at level one, and you’re already at level 50, it’s only natural that you’ll be growing at different rates.”

and what’s so wonderful about this though is that the two of them are finally approaching that point where they’ve both caught up to each other and are finally starting to level out. Deku is a full-on badass, and Kacchan is out here talk-no-jutsuing with the best of them. the two of them have been chasing and chasing after each other this entire time, and now they’re finally just about ready to meet in the middle at long last, with each of them fully embodying both of those two crucial aspects -- win, and save.

just about. because Deku still needs some help catching up. but seeing as help has already been offered -- and accepted -- I can’t imagine it will be very long now, and I can’t wait to see him finally overcoming those fears and doubts with his friends by his side. it’s going to be such a powerful moment.

and last but not least,

or, as I prefer,

you had one job, Caleb. flkjsdlk.

but at least this provides a good opportunity to note that unlike the “we’ll help you handle it” line earlier in the speech, here the phrasing is left up to interpretation, as he doesn’t use a pronoun. so it could be “we know”, or, as the fan scanlation put it, “I know.” or it could be both. regardless, it’s good stuff.

anyway, and so Deku passes out, and in the process Horikoshi gives us one last parting metaphor, just in case anyone still thinks Kacchan is all talk because they haven’t been paying attention for the past 322 chapters (more likely than you think). once again, Katsuki’s actions speak louder than his words (even his nice words) ever could: he is literally there to catch Deku when he falls.

so that’s it! my sincere thanks to anyone who actually read through all of my endless ramblings about this scene which I have been waiting for since day one. props to Horikoshi for taking on an impossibly difficult task, and pulling it off with all of the emotion and care and nuance that I’ve come to expect from his writing. imo he delivered on every single level with the exception of the aftermath, which I don’t consider to have actually happened yet. Deku’s part of this is definitely a “to be continued.” but yeah, as far as Kacchan’s part goes, 10/10. so fucking proud of this kid.

[banqdanfnfic]

which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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[messers-moony]

Serene | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five’s wife has a room in their apartment for her own safe keeping. But Diego’s daughter accidentally reveals her biggest secret.

Her scent was heavenly—a beautiful desired mix of coffee, chocolate, and old books. Waking up beside her was like waking up in a coffee shop during sunrise. Her scent resembled her nature and her personality to a tea.

She was calm, collective, resourceful, and quiet. Much different than he himself. Number Five was just as innovative as her. But he found himself more different than similar. He often acted upon impulse and unable to rest. To his siblings, they were bewildered at how the two of them spent a multitude of years together in an apocalypse.

Nevertheless, opposites attract.

Regardless, she didn’t speak up. Instead, she hid in a corner with a book agreeing with the other person instead of saying her point of view. She hated conflict more than anything. Five, on the other hand, would only make conflict when necessary. He always stood up for himself and his opinions.

It was a communication issue they both had to solve. While in the apocalypse, she didn’t speak for the first month. He was lucky if he even got some form of communication other than a nod or a shake of the head. Eventually, he learned her name was Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She looked like her name.

She moved so delicately and smoothly it drove Five crazy. This woman he met was so opposite to him it drove him up the wall. The conflict between the two usually ended up in her quietly leaving the shared apartment and returning later than expected. Which left Five to pull at the tuffs of his brown hair in frustration.

Five overthought everything. This woman was the light of his life, but she couldn’t deal with conflict to save her life, and it made him wonder. Maybe she went through a dark time before the apocalypse. Perhaps the scars on her arms weren’t from accidental burns on the fire. He paced in their main room for hours. It seemed before a knock on the door caught his attention.

The boy opened the door to see his brother, “ Hey, Diego. “

“ Um, hey, Five. “ Regardless of Diego’s nervous greeting, Five gave a reassuring smile, “ Artemis wanted to know if she could stay here for the time being while I’m at work. “

The little girl was Y/n’s pride and joy. The two were so highly similar. Even Artemis found herself cowering at Five sometimes. Five was just a ticking time bomb no one ever knew when it would explode, and it made people nervous. Henceforth Diego was hoping Y/n would answer the door with her soothing nature.

“ Yeah, she can stay here for as long as she wants. “ Five replied softly, looking at the ten-year-old girl, “ Is Y/n here? “ Diego queried.

Five shook his head, “ She went out. I’m sure she’ll be back later. “

“ Alright, well, thank you for taking care of her. “ Diego sighed as Artemis went inside Five’s apartment, “ It’s no problem. “

Diego gave another nervous smile and walked away. The brunet male shut the door and locked it afterward. The little girl never really got along with Five. He didn’t know what to do. Children didn’t mix well with Five, especially an introverted, antisocial ten-year-old girl.

Artemis was gorgeous for her age. Long brown hair that resembled Vanya’s at her age with bangs across her forehead. Striking blue eyes like no other. A pale complexion compared to Diego’s naturally tan one. Her name was almost a contradiction to who she was. This little girl was no independent, strong, brave goddess. Instead, she was intelligent, quiet, and careful.

There was one room in the apartment Y/n didn’t really let anyone into. It was the ‘spare’ bedroom that wasn’t really a bedroom anymore. Five had only been in there a handful of times. It was known as her safe space, so Five respected that. But Artemis seemed to walk right inside. To say it made Five uneasy was an understatement. He didn’t know if she was allowed inside or not.

Five walked into the room and was greeted with bookshelves. It looked much different than the last time he saw it. The room wasn’t huge, maybe the average size of a square bedroom. Black bookshelves covered the walls with a desk sitting in the middle of the room planted on a rug. The only wall space not covered was a window with a tiny navy blue couch placed in front of it.

That’s where Artemis sat with a book in hand; she giggled at her uncle’s lost complexion, “ You haven’t been in here before, have you? “

“ I- I haven’t been in here a lot. “ Five replied in awe of the room, “ Aunt Y/n says she doesn’t let a lot of people in here. “ Artemis’ voice was soft and serene.

“ Yeah, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve been allowed in this room. “ He reminisced, “ Is this where you two talk? “

Artemis nodded, “ We talk a lot in here. This is where she works, and she shows me all her drafts. “

“ She works in here? “ Five queried, completely baffled, “ Mhm! You didn’t know? “ The young girl asked.

“ No, I- I didn’t know. “ He muttered, “ She’s not just an English teacher. She writes books in her spare time. “ Artemis smiled.

“ She does? “ Five spoke, “ Like how Vanya wrote her autobiography? “

“ Kind of. “ Artemis answered, “ She writes fiction novels. “

Five spun around the room, “ Can you show me? “

The young girl didn’t reply. Instead, she looked at Y/n’s desk sitting in the middle of the room. Under the rug laid a key which she picked up. Carefully she unlocked the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk, which held multiple different notebooks full of drafts and notes.

Artemis picked up a navy blue-bound notebook and handed it to him, “ This is her most recent stuff. “

Shocked and astonished at what his wife was hiding from him, he took the navy blue book. He took a spot on the rug sitting next to the open drawer while Artemis went back to reading on the couch. Her handwriting was elegant cursive that she taught herself how to do. The notebook was as messy as Five’s lesson plans for his college students. Nonetheless, he read on.

Life is a journey and full of different surprises. People from all around the world meet in the center for one leading cause. What occurs when tomorrow doesn’t happen? What is indeed on the other side? People tend to believe there’s an afterlife. Others think that it’s game over.

Brooklyn James takes a path into the unknown. A scared adolescent. She takes a brave step to find the answers for everyone. But at what cost? Prophecies advise and warn. People intrigued and fascinated.

When happens when both ends meet?

Five sat on the floor, entranced in her writing. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How has he never seen this before? How was she doing this without him noticing? Eventually, he closed the book and looked inside the drawer. Inside was an envelope with his name on it. Curiosity peaked, he took the envelope and opened it. Inside he found more writings, but all addressed to him. It even went back to the apocalypse.

It’s been about a month now. I was able to find some parchment and ink in an old book store. I can imagine they were selling for the aesthetic of old ways of writing. Thankfully I learned how to write with a quill, or perhaps this note would look like one big black blob. Five seems to be adjusting to me better. I’m scared of him. He’s terrifying.

We’re so different it hurts. He likes to express everything, and I don’t know how to feel about it. My entire life, I’ve been shut down to the point where talking feels like a fruitless effort. Maybe talking to him will help me. But I’m scared. What if he shuts me out as everyone else did.

This is so surreal. We’re stuck in an apocalyptic future—stupid healing powers. I wish I never healed myself sometimes. I didn’t know that after climbing out of my burnt house, this is what the world would look like. Five’s been a great help, though. Sometimes he takes my mind off things. At night he’ll ramble about the constellations, and I like learning about them.

Maybe he thinks I’m asleep or not listening because I don’t talk much, but I’ve learned a lot from him. He makes me want to be a teacher, step out of my comfort zone. I hope he becomes a teacher. He’d be a fantastic math professor.

He continued to read through until a voice made him jump, “ So, you’ve found my locked drawer. “

“ I- I didn’t- I didn’t mean- “ Five suddenly became a stuttering mess, “ I showed him. “ Artemis admitted.

Although Y/n wasn’t mad, Artemis cowered with her head, looking at the floor. Y/n’s voice never held anger, even when she was angry. Her voice was calming, soothing, and laced with honey. It was one of the reasons Five fell so in love with her.

“ Artemis, can you step out to the living room, please? “ She knelt before the girl giving her a tiny smile, “ You aren’t in trouble, my princess. I just want to talk to Five, okay? “

“ I’m- I'm sorry. “ The girl whimpered, and Y/n kissed her cheek gently, “ It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble. I’m not mad. I just need you to sit in the living room for a moment. “ Five stared in wonder at his wife comforting the tiny girl.

The young girl got the message and padded to the living room. Y/n stood up from her spot and stared at her guilty husband. His green eyes looked everywhere except for her e/c ones. He wanted her to yell or be angry with him, but she never was. No matter what, he couldn’t ever make her mad. Her patience were infinite.

“ I suppose you found what I’ve been working on. “ She stated, and Five nodded, “ And you saw my parchment from the apocalypse. “

“ I really didn’t mean to. “ He murmured, and she chuckled, “ You were going to have to find out sooner rather than later. “ Y/n replied.

Without warning, he was embraced. Her arms were wrapped around his torso while her head rested on his heart. The scent of her shampoo reached his nose, a glorious mix of honey and coconut he couldn’t ever get enough of. His arms gently wrapped themselves around her shorter frame while his chin perched on top of her head.

He kissed her hair gently, “ I didn’t mean to snoop. I’m sorry, love. “

“ Well, do you like it? “ She asked, “ Like what? “

“ My drafts, my room, my notes? “ Y/n listed, “ I love it because it’s who you are. “ Five replied softly.

He pulled away to meet her soft e/c eyes, “ This room is who you are as a person. If I had to describe you in one room, it’d be something along these lines. “

“ You aren’t mad I didn’t tell you? “ She whispered, and he shook his head, “ Never. We spent forty-five years together with no privacy because we didn’t have that. When you said you wanted this room to yourself, I didn’t hesitate to agree with you. “ His voice was soft like silk.

His green eyes glittered like gems, “ This is your private room, your safe place, and I shouldn’t be mad at you for wanting privacy. “

She kissed his cheek gratefully, “ Thank you. “

“ Anytime, darling. Anytime. “

[thespoonisvictory]

I’ve seen some takes floating around that cc!Wilbur wrote c!Tubbo “softer” in Ho16 than in the canon lore stream yesterday, and while I see where that’s coming from, I don’t really agree.

Tubbo in Ho16 is the character that is shown to be explicitly the one in the right, the whole time. He says this:  

“You’re gonna end up hurting him. Even if you don’t intend to, you will. Wilbur always hurts innocent things and it’s not fair. The horse did nothing wrong. “

and this:

“Tubbo felt his rage build up inside him, “Nothing Wilbur does is for the greater good! He takes and he takes and everything is his own little mission of revenge. Can’t you see? He’s made you think you and him are alike but you’re not. Ranboo, you’re better than this I-””

And with these two simple quotes, c!Tubbo is the one who is in the right. He is the wise one, the one giving us the meta commentary on what the issue is with c!Wilbur. He has some of the details wrong, but he’s giving the thesis of these three streams: Wilbur hurts innocent things, intentional or not. That is a lot of narrative strength to give, and clear shows that cc!Wilbur views c!Tubbo as perceptive and smart. 

Furthermore, he has agency, and expresses contrary opinions! Tubbo arguing with someone he cares about for the greater good makes him a much more active character, and the fact that his opinion is shown to weigh on Ranboo is important. It’s not a case of physical strength, but he has wisdom and clarity that the other characters lack, and the willingness to be honest and state his true feelings on the matter, when so many characters in Ho16 are hiding from their actual emotions.

Yes, Tubbo in the end is trapped and in danger, but besides the fact that this is like. a narrative staple for c!Tubbo at this point and not ooc, writing him as some Super Smart Genius who could never be hurt by Wilbur defeats the whole purpose of these streams. Tubbo is smart, and kind, and not getting involved, but he is still being hurt. He’s afraid, but he’s not “timid”, and him being in a situation that he can’t control doesn’t change that cc!Wilbur wrote Tubbo as a character with strong conviction, as someone to be respected.

All of c!Tubbo’s moments were highly reminiscent of other lore moments he’s had. I’ve seen people call his argument with Ranboo ooc, but his outburst at Ranboo is similar to him yelling at Tommy on exile day, or at Quackity at the second festival, or even with Wilbur on the anniversary stream. Yes, Tubbo bottles up his emotions in a crisis, but he has absolutely yelled at and expressed negative feelings readily before. 

But that’s besides the point. In yesterday’s lore stream, Tubbo exhibits more snarkiness, sure, but ultimately doesn’t have any more agency. He moves into the home of someone who set free the person that had tried to kill him and his friends multiple times, for God’s sake. He’s feisty, but he forgives Techno easily when in contrast, he held his ground against Wilbur much more firmly. Ho16 c!Tubbo is agree and completely proven right by the narrative, but the c!Tubbo yesterday was used more as a tool for c!Techno trying to gain good will in the eyes of the audience than as an active character. 

That’s not to say that version of c!Tubbo is bad so much as I think people are focusing more on the optics rather than the deeper presence of his character in both of these streams