#at least in the sense that one massive thing became what's looking like three. for now.

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Cherry Bomb (pt. 2)

James Potter x f!reader, Sirius Black x f!reader (mentioned)

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), oral (female receiving), switch james? brief fingering, heavy making out, i love this smut w my heart

summary: you proceed with the second part of your plan. james potter.

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i’m so bad at writing summaries i’m sorry, i promise it’s worth it lol. i suppose this could be a stand off but i like reading them in order. hope you enjoy :) also ps if there’s any mistakes i’m sorry grammarly told me it was fine but i don’t fully trust that hoe smh

~~~

James Potter was a different story. He thought of himself as a gentleman though not many seventeen-year-olds were gentlemen. He thought this solely because he was nothing like his best mate. He had to at least know a girl's name before taking her to bed. Though, he typically liked to know a bit more than just that. So, in order to shag James Potter, one must abide by a few more rules than with dear Sirius Black. One, she must be friendly. Two, she must have some knowledge of quidditch. Three, she must be willing to stroke his massive ego despite how humiliating it may be. And four, the most important rule, she must be ready to play along with his games. Because James Potter was a chaser in all senses. And oh, how he loved a good chase.

~~~

You peak around the corner of one of the hallways, a bit out of breath. You just ran down a few flights of stairs to get here. For a few seconds you search the hallway, then he appears. He’s alone. Good.

It’s been two weeks since your night with Sirius, and it hasn’t been easy. You regret your whole show of making him remember your name, it’s caused more harm than good. But it felt good in the moment, it felt more than good. Shagging Sirius all together became your best shag the second he pressed you against the wall and kissed you till you were out of breath. You regret picking him first. In retrospect though, you had no idea how much he’d care for a second time. He’s always been known as a one-nighter. It’s been hard having to deny him, and it’s been hard convincing him that he has you mistaken for another girl. But you’ve managed.

You feel bad about it, but you try not to pay it much mind as the second part of your plan is about to begin.

You clutch your books to your chest and begin to walk down the hallway, your face down. You know what his shoes look like. So, when they begin to come closer you loosen your grip on your books and shift your body ever so slightly so that you’re in his way. Inevitably, the two of you bump into each other, and your books quickly fall to the floor.

“Shit,” you say as you fall to your knees to start gathering your things.

“Sorry love, didn’t see you there. Let me help,” he replies, crouching down in front of you.

You look at him. “Oh, it’s alright, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Me either.” He laughs, handing you one of your papers. His eyes linger on yours. “I think I know you.”

“I doubt it.”

“No, I do. You’re the girl my mate Sirius thinks he shagged.”

You look away, pretending to be flustered. “I don’t know why he’s so set on me. I mean, I was at that party, but I went back to my dorm with my friend. And I think I’d remember a night with him you know, with his reputation.”

“Yeah, I dunno, he tends to get hammered and forget a lot,” he says. You look back at him and watch as he runs one of his hands through his dark curls. A habit of his. “I’m sure he’ll stop bothering you soon enough.”

“Yes, when the next girl is in his bed,” you reply. The two of you share a laugh and you pick up your last paper. You hold them close to your chest and stand, he follows. “Well thanks for helping, you’re very kind.”

He smiles that brilliant smile of his. “It’s only right.”

You return the smile. “I’ve got to get to class thanks again James.”

“You know my name? Are you one of my adoring fans?”

He’s smirking now, his arms folded across his chest. His ego is taking over. Perfect.

You shyly look down for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again. “Isn’t everyone a fan of the famous chaser from Gryffindor?”

“You’d be surprised how many aren’t.”

“Well, that lot must simply consist of fools.” You look down at your watch. “Seems I’m going to be a bit late to history of magic. ‘Suppose it’s alright, I don’t care for it much anyway. But I best be going, wouldn’t want to keep you from your class.”

“That’s quite kind of you y/n,” he says.

You raise a brow. “Oh? Do you happen to be one of my adoring fans?”

“Perhaps, or perhaps Sirius has been talking our ears off about you.”

“I think I like the first answer better.”

He smirks. “I see. It was nice running into you then. Literally.”

“Yes, it was.” You step past him, your eyes lingering on him for a few more seconds. “Goodbye then James.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

You leave fast with a smile on your face.

Phase one is complete.

~~~

For the next two weeks, you have more of those run ins with James. Each time having a different reaction. Some end in a sweet goodbye, some end with you barely acknowledging him at all, and some end in a quick walk through the halls together. You know how it messes with his head. One day you’re a girl who strokes his ego with flattering compliments, and another day you brush past him as if he doesn’t exist. By the sixth encounter, you relish in the knowledge that he’s starting to bump into you. Not the other way around.

“I’m starting to get Sirius. I suppose he wishes it was you that he shagged.”

The two of you are walking alone, not another person is in the hall. You look up at him, your cheeks flushing when you find him already looking down at you. He runs his hand through his hair. You hate how it makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You turn your head away.

“I don’t know why he would wish that with me.”

“I could name a few reasons,” he says.

You’ve stopped walking at this point. You turn your body to face him, another shy smile on your face. James Potter is such a charmer. You’ve known this. Yet his words affect you as if you have no idea about his reputation of being a flirt.

This is bad, you think.

It’s been hard enough resisting the urge to take Sirius up on another night together, even harder keeping up the lie that it never happened. You should stop this before it gets any worse, you know that. However, from the look James is giving you, you know you won't be able to stop this no matter how hard you try.

“Yeah?” You eventually challenge. “What reasons might those be Mr. Potter?”

“For starters, you are incredibly fit.” You watch his eyes trail up and down your body for a few seconds before returning to yours. “You’re kind, you’re funny, you make your interest noticeable, but you aren’t desperate.”

“I never claimed to be interested in you though, that’s an assumption.” You point out.

He takes a step closer to you, your breath catches in your throat. “So, if I were to, I dunno, snog you right now, you wouldn’t be pleased?”

Despite everything in your head screaming at you to snap out of it and push him away for the plan's sake, you can’t. No matter how hard you plan it seems that James Potter’s charm outdoes it. You don’t dare to move a muscle.

“I’m not sure, you might have to test and see.”

He takes another step. “I don’t want to be hexed though, if this experiment ends in the possibility of you not liking it.”

You take a step forward. The two of you are so close you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Probability and possibility are different you know.”

He lifts one of his hands to your chin, tilting it up ever so slightly. “So, it’s a possibility that you’ll push me off and hex me, and it’s a probability that you’ll...”

“Snog you harder.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll take my chances then.”

He begins to lean his head down, and you can’t stop yourself from leaning yours up, meeting him halfway. The first few seconds are gentle. You like how soft his lips are, how you can taste the mint chap stick on them. But once that initial new feeling fades so does the gentleness.

Within a few short minutes you’re no longer standing in the middle of a hallway being kissed as if it were your first. Instead, you’re pressed against the wall in a broom closet, with your shirt half unbuttoned and James Potter’s hand up your skirt. Your head falls back against the stone as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck, his thumb rubbing perfect circles on your clit. You run your hands through his curls, they’re just as soft as you expected.

“James,” you moan.

“Yes love?”

You struggle to catch your breath. “I don’t- we can’t- fuck.”

“Hm?” He presses his thumb down harder; you feel your orgasm approaching. “You alright?”

“Yes- just don’t stop,” you reply.

He lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Whatever you want.”

It’s safe to say, after that, phase two is completed.

~~~

Another week passes before you reach phase three. You don’t know why but playing James’s game is awfully fun. You know you’ve got him, and he knows he’s got you, but neither of you will say it. So, before anything can move too far in the closets, one of you stops it with an excuse and the other doesn’t question it. Part of you keeps it going because you want him to say the words, and another part of you keeps it going because deep down you don’t want it to be over yet.

But everything must end eventually.

The game's ending comes on a quiet Friday night. James catches you after dinner, dragging you off to one of the now familiar closets. He wastes no time, instantly pressing his lips to yours the second the door closes. There’s a desperation on his lips you haven’t felt before, it excites you. Naturally, you kiss him back, your hands moving up to his hair, his moving down to your waist.

Only a few seconds pass like this, then he pulls back. You can barely see his eyes through the darkness, but what you can see tells you something different is going to happen. He’s starving and you are more than happy to give him a taste.

“Can I have you y/n?” He whispers.

“Have me?”

He nods, his hands roaming up your sides. You shiver. “I need it, need you. Now.”

“You can have me, as long as you promise to keep this between us.” You place your hands on his shoulders and push him till his back hits one of the walls. “We wouldn’t want Sirius to be jealous that you actually got to shag me. You haven’t told any of them about this have you?”

“I have not, and I won’t. I swear,” he answers. “You can trust me.”

You smile and press a small kiss to his lips before lowering yourself to your knees. “I know I can. You’re a very sweet guy James and for that I’m going to show my appreciation.”

“You don’t have to-”

You begin to undo his belt. “I want to.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You unzip his trousers and pull away the fabric. You’re not surprised to find him already hard. You also aren’t surprised at how big he is. From the girls you’ve known to have shagged him, only good things came from them. You don’t waste any more time. You take him in your mouth and as far down your throat as possible. Blow jobs have never been your favorite activity, but from the sound that leaves James’s lips you know you’ll enjoy this specific one.

And you do.

You don’t know how much time passes by the time he’s cumming down your throat, but you do know you’ve enjoyed every moment. He moans your name louder than he should, his fingers tangled in your hair as he cums. Typically, you’d spit but this time you swallow. When you’re sure he’s done you pull back and rise, whipping your drool with the back of your hand.

James is breathless when he reaches for you. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you, nor to return the favor. Your legs shake as he buries his face between them, licking and sucking your clit at a perfect rhythm. It’s not long before it’s your turn to come undone due to his mouth. You have to hold yourself up on the wall as you finish, you practically see stars.

You pull him back up a minute later and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses you once again and you savor the taste of yourself on his lips. It’s like a prize. And a memory you will forever cherish.

“Fuck me James,” you whisper eventually. “Like you mean it.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replies.

His hands fall to your thighs, and he lifts you up. You comply, wrapping your legs around his waist as he positions his hard again cock at your entrance. He enters you slowly, both of you savoring the feeling. He stretches you in an indescribable way that makes your toes curl. You hold him tight as he begins to fuck you.

Due to his active role in quidditch, his stamina is very built. He fucks you through two more orgasms before he even begins to show a sign of finishing. Tears role down your cheeks from the overstimulation, he asks you if you want to stop. You shake your head. He continues. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head. When he does eventually finish, he fills you up, his dick pulsing inside you.

He holds you tight after, his face tucked in your neck.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbles, his breath ragged. “I think I’d like to keep you.”

In this moment, you forget about your plan, and you turn your head to press a soft kiss to his sweaty head.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

~~~

As you lie in bed that night with your diary in hand, a fresh checkmark next to James’s name, you wonder how you’re supposed to go on to the next part. Too many emotions have gotten involved from you, James, and Sirius. You know adding another person into the mix will only cause further issues. However, you also did save the best for last. Intentionally. At least, you think so anyway. James and Sirius have given you times you didn’t know you could ever have.

But then your eyes trail over the last name again.

Remus Lupin.

The show must go on.

[coldfanbou]

The Beast From Down Under

On day two, we're taking a left turn and getting really kinky with this request.

Length 1.9K

Mina smut with tentacles

Exploring had its good points, but it also had its bad points. Barely being able to see in a cave was one of the bad points. Mina crawled her way through a small opening as she traveled through an unexplored cave. She took her time, ensuring her backpack wouldn’t get stuck along the way. Minutes of crawling would finally come to an end as the cave opened back up. As she stood up, Mina checked the new cavern she was in. A faint light in the distance attracted her attention. She moved toward it slowly; a turn in the cave led Mina to the dimly lit area. Flowers glowed all around this area. She shined her flashlight and saw the cavern holding a massive pool in the center. From her position, it looked like a nearly perfect circle. She held the light in her mouth as she took out her notepad and began to draw it along with the mysteriously glowing flowers. Paying more attention to the pool of water, Mina felt that something so perfect couldn’t possibly be that natural. She took a few steps forward as she drew before noticing there was a tunnel on the other side of the cavern. Looking for a way through that didn’t involve getting wet, she scoured the sides of the cavern.

After a few minutes, Mina found there would be no way of getting across while remaining dry. She took the opportunity to sketch the glowing flowers, getting very close to them. Entranced by them, she poked one of them, and in return, the flower released some sort of dust. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, but eventually, her airway cleared up. Mina regretted touching the flower; she felt her body heat up and a growing wetness between her legs. Thinking that she needed to wash herself of the dust to get rid of the effects, Mina pushed her head into the peaceful pool, disturbing it. Water dripped down her face as she pulled her head back above the water. Unfortunately, cleaning herself up had no effect; she felt a growing sense of arousal, and her nipples became hard under her shirt. Mina felt a growing want to touch herself. Knowing she needed to remain focused, she decided to move on. She would leave some of her gear on this side of the pool while only taking the bare minimum with her across. She replaced the batteries in her spare flashlight and turned it on, leaving it as a marker.  

Mina felt horny; it was something that was hard for her to contain. She figured the flower must produce some kind of potent aphrodisiac. Mina tested to see how deep the water was and found it far deeper than expected. She could hardly see the bottom from the edge, but she had figured it wouldn’t be that bad. She jumped in; she didn’t hit any sort of floor and soon rose to the surface. Mina shook her head and began to swim to the other side. She kicked up waves as she swam but noticed something stirring as the waves continued far after she had stopped. She didn’t want to be caught up by whatever could be swimming in this pool and started to move again. 

A sense of panic moved through her as she felt something slimy move across her legs. At the same time, Mina felt the effect of the flowers continue as her nipples became sensitive. “Now’s not the time,” she thinks to herself as she continues to move through the water as fast as possible. The slimy object runs across her body before taking hold of her ankle. Soon, three more things come from below her and take her arms and legs before lifting her out of the water. Now, out of the water, Mina can see what was in it, or at least its appendages. Tentacles were suspending her in mid-air. As more slowly crept up from below the water’s surface. The beast below must not be able to see but have a keen sense of touch as it uses its other tentacles to guide it to Mina’s body. The slimy appendages soon reached Mina, sliding along her clothing. She grimaces as she feels one rub against her face. Mina felt her nether regions reacting to the beast. She tried to shake the things tentacles off her, but it was no use. It just held her tighter and kept her body spread out.

The tentacles secreted some sort of slime. Noticing something dropping into the water below, Mina found that her clothes were disappearing before her eyes. The slime was deteriorating her clothing at a quick rate; she would be naked in a couple of minutes at best. Mina’s worries grew as she felt a tentacle begin rubbing against her slit. She was helpless to shoo it away and remained still, hoping it would leave her. She tried to contain her moans, feeling disgusted by the thought of her getting off and being used by whatever was below her. The tentacles in the air start to coat Mina in the slime, with one running between her small breasts. Mina maintained some level of focus. She desperately wants to moan but fears what would happen. The tentacle by Mina’s pussy is soon joined by another that rubs between her cheeks, finding her asshole. The tentacles rub against her holes, and Mina, unable to hold it in any longer, lets out a loud moan. Almost like she was a beacon, more tentacles pop up in front of Mina. One immediately pushes into her open mouth and moves down her throat until Mina starts to gag. The tentacle pulls back and lets Mina breathe before beginning to move back and forth, coating Mina’s throat in the slime. The aphrodisiac seemed to grow stronger as Mina started to lose her mind to the pleasure being provided by the tentacles. Mina’s mind becomes calm as she starts sucking on the tentacle, her tongue swirling around it. In the back of her head, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t fight it anymore. 

The other two that were focused on her nether regions begin to move. First, the one at her pussy before the one on her ass. They alternated, pushing deep into Mina’s holes before pulling out. The tentacles started off slow before picking up speed as they began to fuck Mina. She didn’t care what was happening to her anymore; the pleasure Mina was receiving was too much. Mina loved the feeling of the tentacle stretching her asshole as it pushed deeper.  The young woman had only had minor experience with anal before. Maybe it was the slime coating the tentacle, but it moved in and out of her with surprising ease. There was only minor pain from being stretched so much; the pleasure she got from it was overpowering. Mina was slowly lowered to just above the water’s surface before being flipped over. She glanced down her body to see the tentacle that was fucking her cunt make a visible bulge. She could see when it pulled out of her and watched as it rammed into her cunt. The tentacles began to speed up, moving in unison as they filled each hole. The sudden switch shocked her system; Mina felt herself getting closer to climaxing. She just needed a little push. As if reading her mind, two tentacles attached themselves to her sensitive nipples. The ends of them had opened and clung to her. To Mina, it felt as if they were sucking on her tits. She threw her head back and relished in the pleasure as the tentacle in her mouth twitched. Mina’s body began to spasm as her orgasm neared.  Her walls tightened around the tentacles, and she felt everything build up inside her until it popped. She squirted over the tentacles, and her holes clamped down around them. All three appendages end up releasing some sort of warm liquid. She wondered for a second if they had just cum inside her but quickly pushed it out of her mind as the tentacle’s cum rushed down her throat. Mina drank as much as she could before she started to choke. The beast pulled its tentacle from her mouth, allowing Mina to breathe; it didn’t finish cumming, though, as it shot some onto Mina’s face. Her face held an expression of bliss despite the situation. Once the tentacles inside Mina’s ass and cunt finished pumping their cum inside her, they pulled out before being replaced by another pair. 

The cavern was filled with moans as Mina reveled in being used. When the beast released her hands, Mina grabbed the closest tentacles and began stroking them like cocks. Her hands slid up and down the appendages with ease. She opened her mouth, waiting for one to ram itself down her throat. Mina didn’t have to wait long as one slid in and pushed deeper than the last. Mina kept her tongue running along the tentacle, moaning while she enjoyed how it stretched her throat. The tentacle inside her pussy drove her crazy as it slammed against her womb. The one in her ass felt like it grew larger inside of her as it pushed deeper. Mina was lost in the pleasure of it all, cumming time and time again. When the tentacles in her hands came, they would shoot their hot cum onto her body. The tentacles filled Mina with its cum inflating her belly for a moment; when it replaced the ones inside her, the cum would rush out of Mina. Eventually, the beast was sated and gently placed her back on the side with her gear and returned to the water. Mina laid on her back, her body covered in the beast’s cum. From head to toe, she was covered in the stuff. The aphrodisiac was still in effect, too. 

She moved her hand down to her well-used pussy, sliding her fingers inside and scooping some cum out before putting it in her mouth and savoring the taste. She moaned once it hit her tongue; Mina remained on the ground, fingering herself and playing with her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipple with one hand as she used her other to feed herself. She sucked her fingers clean each time, swirling her tongue around them and pushing them into the back of her throat as she tried to replicate the feeling from earlier. Mina’s hips rose as she neared her orgasm; she stopped scooping cum out of her and started to finger herself properly. She flicked her clit and pulled as hard as she could on her nipples until she felt the blissfulness of her orgasm wash over her. Once her orgasm was over, she lay on the cold cave floor. Mina’s hair was matted down by the beast's cum, and her body lay in a pool of cum that leaked from her gaping asshole and cunt.

Once in the right head space, Mina looked around. She crawled toward her gear and collected it. Still naked, she started to make her way out before stopping and turning around. For a brief moment, the idea of staying here and letting the monster use her body as it wished passed through her mind. She felt a tingle in her nether regions and stepped toward the water before shaking her head, turning around, and heading home. Her mind was filled with the memories of that night; she considered going back multiple times.

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 35

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When Aang and Toph start Earhtbening training, Katara, Zuko, and Sokka give Appa a bath in the river by their camp. The shed fur clogs the stream by a beaver dam, and soon, the training yard is flooded and turned into a mud pit. Toph seems to find it hilarious, slinging mud at anyone who enters her domain. When Katara steps in, they have a battle of their own, which ends in everyone needing a bath.

Their days fall into a slow and dull routine, wondering around at the edge of the desert, giving Aang time to settle into his Earthbending training. They try to hold off on crossing the desert, as the sand renders her seismic sense nearly useless.

But Zuko seemed interested in something in the desert.

"Its something Zhao said to Uncle," he explained as they were eating one night. "When he thought I was dead. He talked about some weird library, where he found out about the ocean and moon spirits."

"Do you think the library could have more information?" Katara asked, frowning. "About the comet?"

"Or secret Fire Nation maps?" Sokka suggests.

Zuko eyed Sokka, but nodded. "I don't know all the secret passages in the Fire Nation. It's been years since I was there... So knowing all the potential entrances or exits and when exactly the comet will arrive will be crucial."

"We could look," Aang agrees. "Shouldn't be to hard to find a big fancy library in the desert. Think you're up for some flying and walking through sand, Toph?"

"Ugh, fine..."

They fly for hours over open sand, without any sign of anything.

"I'm all for secret library's," Sokka groaned, "but are we sure Zhao wasn't just crazy?"

There were a few jokes from Toph, the blind Earthbender pointing in a random direction and shouting with excitement. Only, the third time, she pointed and shouted and suddenly, Sokka was shouting too.

"Down there! What's that?!"

They spiral down, Appa landing next to what appears to be a tower. Katara frowned at the structure, looking up at the window high above them. A creature, orange and bushy tailed, darted past them, leaping up to dive through the window.

"Toph?" Zuko called, studying the window. "Could you check it for us? With your Earthbending, I mean."

Toph shuffled through the sand, hand reaching out in open air until it met the side of the tower. Immediately, she gasped. "This is definitely it! It's huge! And intact!"

As Aang takes rope up to the window for them to get inside, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko discuss who will go inside and who will stay outside. Toph already planned to stay behind, since she had little interest in books. Zuko offered to stay behind, since they didn't know what creatures or people would find them, but they needed Zuko to be able to recognize information on the Fire Nation. Katara understood the concerns, and as much as she wanted to go in, it might be better for her to stay behind.

And like that, it suddenly became a boys mission. Zuko was left with Aang and Sokka, climbing up into the library. As they slide down the rope, Zuko stiffens, quickly grabbing the two other boys and pulling them behind an ornate pillar.

An absolutely massive owl, at least twice as tall as Zuko, strode across the bridge in the center of the room. It peered at the rope hanging from the window, then turned its head completely around to look at their hiding spot.

"I know you're there," it said. "You should leave the way you came."

The three boys share a look, before slowly creeping out from their hiding spot. Sokka moved forward first.

"Did you make this library?"

"Indeed," the owl said, puffing up for a moment. "I am Wan Shi Tong, 'He Who Knows Ten Thousand Things'. And you are clearly humans, which are no longer permitted in my study."

Zuko felt a chill run down his spine. He had a bad feeling about this. "Because of a Firebender named Zhao?"

"And others like him. He came to this place years ago, looking for a way to destroy his enemies." The owl leaned down, its big black eyes seeming to stare into Zuko's very soul. "So, tell me. Who are you trying to destroy?"

"W-What?" Sokka gasps. "No-no... No destroy-"

"Sokka," Zuko said, elbowing the younger boy. He glanced at Aang, who looked as nervous as he was. Taking a deep breath, Zuko bowed to the owl. "Great Wan Shi Tong, we came to this library to search for knowledge about my homeland, the Fire Nation. We intend to use it to protect people from the Fire Nation. Sozin's Comet is making a return trip, and we have reason to believe they will use its power to eradicate another people, as they did with the Air Nomads." He glanced at Sokka and Aang, who were gaping at him. "If you insist, we will leave in peace, and not return."

Quickly, Aang stepped forward. "Please, Wan Shi Tong. I'm the Avatar, and I need this information to keep the balance of the world."

There was a pause, before the spirit relents. "Very well. I will allow you to peruse my library. But the information you gleen must be used only to defend, not in an assault against your foes. Now, do you have an offering of knowledge?"

Zuko and Aang bowed their thanks, and Zuko pulled Sokka down with them. When they stood, they quickly began to search their pockets. Aang had, of all things, a wanted poster of himself. The owl took it, though was somewhat annoyed. Sokka offered a knot made from a bit of the rope, while Zuko had... nothing. He had to leave so much behind when Zhao tried to have him killed. All he had left was...

Knowledge from his lessons.

"Great Spirit," Zuko said, trying to keep himself as humble as possible. "May I offer a quote from a Great Fire Sage that was never taken into any public record?"

The owl tilted its head. "Very well..."

Taking a breath, Zuko tried not to sweat. "'Sometimes you must do the right thing, even if it hurts you. Action reify ideals. We must never stop striving to do good, to protect the weak and the powerless. This is the charge to all men of learning.' Fire Sage Lito. These were her last words, before she was executed by Fire Lord Sozin for high treason."

The head tilted to the other side. "And I suppose this quote is relevant to your current plight. Or perhaps simply a way to insult me, for my abhorrence of human violence." The spirit straightens. "I will allow it."

Zuko bowed deeply, as Wan Shi Tong took flight and vanished into the library. When he stood up straight, he released to sharp breath he hadn't been aware he had been holding.

"Damn," Sokka said, slapping him on the back. "For a second, I thought you'd be bird food."

Shuddering, Zuko sighed. "You and me both."

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Sea Lion

AU- Master of the monster estate

Characters: Leona Kingscholar; Gn!Reader

Special guests→ @mscarterakaviola98 @mutiachan

Stories about piracy were nothing new in high society. Given, they were not the most popular topics, but they did come up once or twice. Coincidence or not, all the talks were about the same pirate, The “Sea Lion” as navies called him.

He was a lion beast man named Leona, so the nickname checks out. No one really knows where he came from or how he became the worst nightmare of any ship, boat or any other means of transport on the sea, which made ‘worldwide business’… difficult to say the least.

Speaking of the devil. There was a big rumor going on that he was finally captured just a few days ago or even less.

"...And I'm proud to announce, that once fearsome pirate, Sea Lion, was finally caught!" Loud cheers of approval were heard through out the ball room. Everyone clapped and congratulated the governor, yourself included.

"Now, my dear friends, as much as I want to hang that filth, by law I'm bound to wait three days, therefore anyone, who desires to face the beast, may pay him a visit in the dungeons!" Loud whisper began to acho all around you. As much as piracy was a downside for your business, you felt your profit senses began to tingle. This should be interesting for sure...

For 2 days the Sea Lion had visitors, everyone said the same thing, that the pirate king, that even The Devil himself feared, was just sleeping in his cell, like it was his quarters.

On the last day, you decided it was finally the time to pay that, seemingly, lazy lion a visit. After all, it's the last day, he won't be able to reject an offer you have for him...

Before you, on the ground, with some hay as a mattress, laid the legend himself. Rumours didn't lie, he really was laying down, as if he wasn't about to be hanged at any moment.

The man was handsome, only a blind person would deny that. Laying on his back, long chocolate coloured locks splattered on his face, mainly covering the scar on his right eye. Dark skin glowing softly from the suns light from a small cell window. Lion was dressed in a typical pirate outfit, only his signature hat missing, along with his sword and guns.

"How long are you plannin’ to stare me down?" Came from the man. "My apologies, didn't want to interrupt your afternoon nap." You replied with a small chuckle. "Is that so?" He asked, with clear sarcasm practical dripping off of him. "Well, you are awake now, so it doesn't really matter now, does it?" You replied.

"I have an offer you may be interested, Mr Leona." Upon hearing his name, the lazy lion opened one of his eyes, peering at you with his green emerald like orb. "What can you offer a pirate?" He asked snarkly, lips slightly curling to show his fangs. “I’m a person of business, you are a sea bandit, I’m sure you’ll find something to take from me either way.” You paraded.

“All right then, I’m listening, herbivore.”

To say that high society was baffled, would be a massive understatement. All of them were protesting and begging you to come to your sense.

Walking around with the famous pirate was indeed a hassle, but then again, it was your idea at the end of the day.

"Please, come to your sense, your grace!" Mr. Williams yelled in desperation. "What can I say? Mr. Leona decided to use Act of grace, and who am I to decline such an offer?" You replied with a slight smugness in your voice. “Just because he’s under your command now, doesn’t mean he’s not a criminal anymore. Please, your grace, this man, even after demanding an act of grace can’t be on a ship, much less be a captain of one!” This nonsense was getting on your nerves.

“Then he shall be my gardener!” You said the first thing that came to mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to show Mr. Leona my new peach trees, they’re quite exotic after all.” Turning away from Mr. Williams, you hooked your arm under the pirates hand and started leading the way. Leona looked down on with a smirk and a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"A gardener? You're full of surprises, herbivore."

[cyber-streak-2]

IDW Tailgate, G1 Bumblebee and IDW Brainstorm finding out Human Reader is a Werewolf

(IDW1/MTMTE) Tailgate, (G1) Bumblebee, & (IDW1/MTMTE) Brainstorm discovering Human Reader is a Werewolf:

Tailgate

{He had learned about Werewolves through the movie nights that he had with Swerve and everybody else- although he never imagined that he was friends with one.}

{For a while, he notices how you always seem to just disappear off into your habsuite at night, never coming out until the morning- especially when there’s a full moon.}

{One night, while the ship has landed, and most of the others are out doing stuff on the planet, Whirl drags Tailgate along with him to figure out what’s up.}

{You had forgotten to lock your door- but you thought you had. Which is why you’re shocked when your door suddenly opens, and Tailgate and Whirl enter- while you’re in the middle of a transformation.}

{Tailgate is panicking. He sees the transformation going on, but he doesn’t immediately assume ‘werewolf’. Are you okay?? Are you in pain? He wants to help you- but he doesn’t know what to do.}

{You’re... massive, after you go through the transformation. You can also still talk. So, you quickly try to explain everything to Whirl and Tailgate, while also trying to reassure the mini.}

{You didn’t want anybody to figure this out, but Whirl and Tailgate already do, and you can’t make them forget. So, you try to make them promise to not tell any of the other crew members. Especially Swerve.}

{While Tailgate is still pretty shocked about this, he has to admit, he thinks it’s interesting, and does have a few questions for you here and there.}

Bumblebee

{You were never really at the ark at night, which made sense, you should go home- but whenever you were, you either quickly left, or just hid somewhere in the ark for a while.}

{Bumblebee, like Tailgate, learned of werewolves through earth movies, although he wasn’t sure if they were actually real, so he didn’t think he was friends with one.}

{It’s late, and he’s in the middle of driving Spike back home, when some Decepticon Seekers get ready to attack him- but, you, in werewolf form, arrive, and quickly start defending Bee and Spike.}

{You’re still wearing the clothes he last saw you in, although a little ripped, and you’re talking- so the two immediately know it’s you, as well as Optimus, who arrived to help.}

{The three of them start asking their own little questions after the danger has passed. You answer as best you can, such as how you became a werewolf- which, you gotten bitten a few years back.}

{You don’t mind if Bumblebee or the other two tell everybody else. You did plan on telling everybody, you just didn’t know how.}

{Whenever Bumblebee goes out for a drive, you, in werewolf form, run alongside him- you’ve spooked him a couple of times doing that.}

{Overall, he thinks this is interesting, though he doesn’t really change how he feels about you. It’s more of an ‘Oh, also-‘ or ‘Oh, right-‘ kind of way.}

Brainstorm

{You’re able to control whenever you go through a transformation- although there’s still always a bit of a forced one during a full moon. Today was a full moon, and you were wandering around while everyone else was busy.}

{Except for Brainstorm. He was actually out looking for you- wanting to show you a new invention of his, when he ran into you, in wolf form. Before he got the chance to say or do anything, (like panic, you figured), you immediately tell him what’s up.}

{Brainstorm thinks this is exciting. He takes you to the lab, partially to still show you what was being worked on, and to ask you questions about this whole thing+maybe run a couple of tests- if you’ll let him.}

{You explain a lot to him while he asks questions and does the tests (nothing too bad at least), such as how you were bitten shortly before joining the LL as a Liaison.}

{As you start asking him to keep this whole thing a secret, Perceptor walks in, very much seeing you. So now you’re trying to make both of them keep this a secret until you’re ready.}

{If you don’t like the transformations during the full moon, or being a werewolf at all, then Brainstorm is going to try and find a way to help you out.}

[thrythlind]

Katalepsis MotW Arc 7 Level Up

So... first thing I'm going to do is give both Evee and Raine an extra level up I didn't give the other characters. This is to account for a development that makes itself known almost immediately (within the first 3-4 parts).

Some might wonder why I'm giving those two a level up rather than the other two. I've been keeping level-ups equivalent for my own benefit, but since one of the main ways a hunter gets experience is by rolling poorly, that means you do get some uneven leveling up. Hunters that build themselves to be more reliable and effective from the get go (such as having a Monstrous start with both Unholy Strength and Unnatural Appeal so that they can roll half their basic moves with their massive Weird scores) tend to level-up slower than characters that make things harder on themselves.

Given that Raine and Evee are both partially out of commission at the start of arc 7, I think that justifies saying they had a bit more bad luck with their dice.

Now, what am I spending this on you ask? Why this one particular advanced improvement:

There are three characters I considered as the potential for being second hunters:

Zheng

Nicole Webb

Praem

And yes, I know Praem is currently on Evee's character sheet as an Ally. Well, this is not an unknown phenomenon for me. Let me go over the list of second hunters that have happened in my longer campaigns.

A second character planned from the get-go who was delayed joining because the player thought it was important that at least on hunter know how to drive. (Was the Exile)

An Italian police inspector who had been investigating the players' secret agency and whom I had cause problems off screen when they rolled low dealing with locals or doing investigation. (Became The Flake)

A recurring character who was a college kid that died and whom they accidentally semi-resurrected without noticing. Apparently the answer to "who's going to explain to her she's undead" was "we'll make her a PC".

A random girl they rescued from an incarnation of entropy in a Tibetan temple.

The original person who belonged in the body that the Monstrous had been possessing since the beginning of the campaign.

That was three different groups of players.

I seem to get a lot of people who go "hey, you know that NPC we all like? Can I make them my second hunter?"

Anyway. on to picking who these new characters.

Praem is a natural, she's one of the new hunters, and I'm going to pull up a third party playbook I rarely involve myself with. I've been considering this for her for a while, but I've also been considering changing Evelyn into a not-yet-released playbook that is focused on working with allies. Amusingly, one of the improvements for said not-yet-public playbook is to designate one of your allies to become a new hunter should your character "die" and said ally-turned-hunter would get a +1 to every roll they take towards either avenging or reviving you. To quote one of my playtesters from a sci-fi game who giggled on finding this "I'm going to be the angriest drone". And if I had STARTED Evee out as that playbook... this circumstance would have fallen SOOO neatly into that. But I started Evee off as the Expert. I might still have her go to that playbook later.

So, now, let's look to the cases for Nicole Webb vs Zheng.

In all honesty, either one feels like they're going to be a bit hit or miss on whether they are around or not. But I point again to the fact that players not required to play both their hunters all the time. So that's fine. Zheng has a lot more history with the team, but also Nicole's introduction is this weird blend of coming way out of left-field but also doing so that makes plausible sense and fits seemlessly into the story with no stress to suspension of disbelief. Heck the arrival of some sort of police officer was foreshadowed a lot earlier than that.

Also, Webb is a bit easier for me to model without duplicating playbooks. I already have a Monstrous and a Hard Case. Zheng is probably doable as a Summoned, though she herself isn't really a herald of Doomsday, and that's a fairly big part of the Summoned central story, so that's a bit hard. Divine would be another option, especially given that in addition to being able to make up your own mission, there's one that states that the Divine is just sort of on Earth for their own reasons.

Also I just like Zheng as a dangerous and chaotic Ally rather than fellow hunter. Similar to Lozzie, actually.

Finally, as I said, Nicole just feels like the sort of thing a player would throw into the mix. "Hey, that police officer we just caught, can I make her my second hunter?"

So that brings to what sort of hunter she is. I've thrown around the ideas of The Gumshoe and The Mundane... but I think I'm going to play her as The Professional and that's going to be a twist because The Professional usually works for an Agency that explicitly hunts monsters, but we're going to build her using the resources of the police force with said police force being out of the know.

But before we do that, we're going to create Praem as a hunter.

As I said earlier, she is going to be "The Constructed", a playbook which represents exactly what it sounds like: an animated statue or other object.

The Constructed starts with three moves, two mandatory and one selected from a list of five.

The first Mandatory move is "Inhuman" which gives Praem difficulty in understanding human behavior, mannerisms, and emotions. In this case, it feels more like her limited expression is hampering her than her understanding but the effect is the same. Also, this move means that Praem has 10 Harm boxes instead of 7 and she never goes unstable. This gives her more health than Raine, but she's still not as invulnerable as say Twil who may have less Harm, but is far harder to damage and heals rapidly.

The second is Recharge: You may repair yourself by immersing yourself into a source of your animating force, but it's dangerous. It's basically an option to swiftly heal that fleshies don't have. In Praem's case this would likely be a magic ritual to repair and replace her into a body.

For the third move, there are three that stand out: "Mystic Focus" meaning her body can act as a component in use magic and rituals; "Hide in Plain Sight", where if you stay very still people tend not to notice you... typically this is because they mistake the Constructed for a statue, but that's easily refluffed into her just generally "suddenly there" bits. But the one I'm going with is "But Why?" where her struggles to understand people mean she gets more out of people than they mean to give and that fits very well with how quickly she's learning.

I've usually been skipping Gear selections, but for The Constructed some of their gear options involves their body, so I'm going to focus in on that option right now and give her "Fists" and "Wrestle" to represent her great strength.

Finally, I think her basic Weird move is going to be "No Limits" similar to Twil.

Now, for stats. All Constructed get Tough +2, so what remains is to choose which of the five stat-lines for Constructed she'll take. I want her to have positive Weird, so that cuts the options to two:

Charm -1, Cool -1, Sharp +0, Tough +2, Weird +2

Charm 0, Cool +1, Sharp -1, Tough +2, Weird +1

Both have solid points in their favor: Praem is a bit of a hot-head for as much as she has few words to express it so her Cool could be low, but also she does teamwork well and handles hazards better than most. So you could also Cool is pretty high. Her ability to talk to people is limited and mostly dependent on being around people who are her long time friends. She is not unobservant, but also she doesn't often do the investigative side of things.

I think I'm going to go with the option for +1 Weird though, for a wider range of stats representing Praem after some more growth. If I had introduced her as a new hunter right from when she was introduced, I would have gone with the first line.

Now, for her Purpose, a special feature of The Constructed. The options are "Weapon" meaning she'd do more damage with her attacks, "Guardian", making her better at protecting people, "Asisstant" which makes her better at teamwork, and "Experiment" which lets her start off with an extra move from another Playbook.

She also has an "Animating Force" which is going to be "Magic" as I noted earlier. Unfortunately her generally tough nature means she doesn't heal naturally on her own. The fiction doesn't match this, so I'm going to be addressing that with a later improvement.

And actually... while Assistant would probably be more to the intention Evee had, the way the story developed feels more like Experiment and I'm going to work in a bit of how she's a bit good at detecting danger while not often doing the research side of things: "Tactical Genius" a Professional move that lets the hunter use Read a Bad Situation with Cool instead of Sharp, taking her Read from a -1 to a +1, better than most people in the world.

And speaking of The Professional, lets move on to Nicole Webb... and I have to say I ALMOST changed her to The Gumshoe so that she'd have less direct involvement with the Police whenever she got involved. What stopped me was The Gumshoe's Code which, as long as they adhere to it the individual would be immune to any sort of supernatural possession or charm among other benefits tied to other moves. And I just don't think Nicole's there yet. Currently, the Code I'd give her would be "Attention to detail, it's part of the job" but I'm not sure how that code would lead to dramatic situations where she's tempted to break it. Which is another reason for skipping on Gumshoe.

So, back to The Professional. We're going to start with stats this time and, as a note, all Professionals have +2 Cool, keeping their head on straight is what they are best at. And looking at the stat lines there's one that stands out for her:

Charm +1, Cool +2, Sharp +1, Tough -1, Weird +0

She's not much of a fighter, but she notes she was called in to talk to witnesses as a soft touch and she's pretty damn observant. So +1 Charm and +1 Sharp are both good choices (remember +1 is better than most people out and about).

Now for her Agency, we have to design the Sharrowford Police Department. It will get two Resources (good traits) and two Red Tape options (bad trait).

I already know the Red Tape here and it's going to include one of my not-yet-public traits for Agencies, but I'll just reveal this one since people could easily homebrew these traits (heck the not-yet-public project gives advice on how to home brew stuff for this game). Anyway, the Red Tape will be "Skepticism" and "Hostile Superiors" because her bosses don't like her and the department doesn't believe in the supernatural.

Now, for Resources: I think "Official Pull" and "Recognized Authority" are both good options here.

The Professional gets Four moves, one of which is mandatory: "Deal with the Agency" which represents their attempts to leverage the Agency for the mysteries and how they might get suspended or even under investigation if things go badly.

For the optional three, we have a list of seven moves to choose from. We're going with "Mobility" because she has a car, though I don't think it is ever described (but I may have just missed it). It will have two good things and one bad one, so saying "anonymous" and "toolkit" for the good things, and "gas-guzzler" for the bad thing. I'm also giving her "Bottle Up" which allows you to take bonuses on rolls to Act Under Pressure with the understanding that the Keeper can turn those into penalties against you later on a different roll as those bottled up emotions come rolling out. And for the third, I'm left with options that she doesn't quite demonstrate, but could have done off-screen. I'm going with "Battlefield Awareness" so that she's always counted as having +1 armor on top of whatever she's wearing, to a maximum of 2. Meaning if she wears a concealable vest, then she has comparable mechanical armor to Twil.

For her Weird basic move, I'm going with Trust Your Gut, similar to Raine.

Also, I realize I need to consider whether to include these two newbies in the Team Playbook... Praem certainly does, but I'm going to hold off on Nicole Webb for a bit. I don't think she's fully initiated and I'm also not sure what supernatural weirdness to get her as a full coven member. If she turns back up, I assume something will present itself.

For Praem, I'm giving her a Monstrous Move: and it's going to be "Something Borrowed" (yes, I use that one a lot) and the move she's borrowing is "Prepared to Defend" from the Searcher which means that if she Kicks Some Ass or Protects Someone, she suffers 1 Harm less. For her Curse, Pure Drive: Love. Praem does a lot of unwise things in the name of helping her friends.

Also, for reference, I think Nicole is the second hunter for Evee's player and Praem is the second hunter for Raine's player. Mostly because of the line about how "she's bitter you'd like her" being told to Evee about Nicole and the way Praem tends to playfully engage with both Heather and Evee a lot.

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Now for level ups.

This was a long one, and I'm going to do the following:

Evee, Raine, Twil, and Heather will each get two more improvements (accounting for them being a bit more reliable with generally higher stats and thus leveling slower.)

Nicole and Praem will get four level-ups. Because this was a long'un and they be newbies, so more poor rolls to deal with. Partially because this puts Nicole in range of changing playbooks soon if the plot sees her quit or get fired. In which case, I might take her to either The Searcher or The Gumshoe.

I'm also giving the Team Playbook 2 level ups. Perhaps some people gave some of their XP to the Team Playbook.

Moving on, let's deal with Heather's level ups. She's a newbie Hex but she's already flirting with the Hex advanced moves. Felt like she was on the verge of going Apotheosis, then leaned toward Synthesis by saving Sarika's life, but she's go a ways to go before she can make the choice between those two (she'll only ever get to pick one).

On the matter of how she freed Zheng, I could see that as Force of Will, but that is generally only a temporary suppression. However, it could serve as part of a Big Magic ritual and the effort taken does feel like it fits. I could also give her another Rote. What I'm going to do is give her +1 Weird for sure, to max her out at +3. She be as weird as the weirdest monster now. I'm also going to let her borrow a move from another playbook (something The Hex can only do once) to pick up "Third Eye" from the Spell-Slinger (think Harry Dresden) because of how often she started using her hyperdimensional math to analyze and define people, spells, and things.

I considered giving her a Rote to explain resurrecting/saving Sarika. But I think that was possibly a one-time mystery thing for now, once I see it or something like it repeated: New Rote.

Also... can I just say... wow was The Hex and Addiction a good choice for Heather... holy cow... she even almost followed straight across the moral event horizon when she considered killing Nicole at first. (here's me imagining Heather's player saying "I'm just going to kill her" and Evee's player saying, "Actually, can I make her my second hunter?" "What?" and the Keeper going "What if Lozzie talks you down.... again I'm reframing a bit of fiction... if something like that happened in Hungry's stream of consciousness as she was writing this, I'd be astounded.)

Now, on to Raine. For her two level-ups, I'm taking two of the Hard Case unique ones: giving her another +1 Harm so that she's even harder to kill and I'm giving her last move (until she changes playbooks) and having her borrow Unfazeable to take her cool to +3... because she took a frigging nap in a house that was literally going to hell as if it was no big deal.

On to Evee. Well, Evee is losing the ally she got for Adept Sorcerer since Praem is now a hunter and has her own agency (but not Agency, that's Nicole) and everything. And, you know what... I'm going to use one of my not yet public optional advanced improvements to give her a second basic Weird move which will be Summoner and yep, that's a new one coming up, suffice to say it is about calling monsters into being to do jobs for you. And for her second level up.... I'm changing her playbook to Covenant a playbook all about working with allies.

Now, on changing playbooks, there's nothing about Evee's stats that really need changing or removal... I'm crossing out Adept Sorcerer, but that would have happened anyway. This playbook comes with a free ally or ally team and an ability to protect allies that fall once per session. In Evee's case I'm going with a Rolodex representing a team of allies that have varying specialties and operate individually. If Praem were still an Ally, I'd have instead gone with Watson for a single extra-competent ally. Evee's allies are summoned demons.

In addition to those elements, this playbook gets two other moves and those will be Smash Cut where you reveal that you had sent a particular ally to do a task for you off screen and Who Said I Was Alone? allowing an ally to suddenly appear on the scene at the last minute to protect you from disaster. And I've kind of seen Praem do both of these things already. I don't expect that Evee will create another ally nearly as emotionally invested as Praem in the rest of the story, switching to this playbook does feel like an expansion and mechanical shaping of things she has already done in the past.

Now, on to Twil. I'm considering changing her playbook, but I'm of two minds about it. On the one hand, I'm thinking of changing her to the playbook I borrowed some of her moves from. On the other I think she's also leaning very heard into the idea of The Protector, a third party playbook I've seen played on The Monster's Playbook podcast. Because I'm not sure which direction to go though, I'm instead going to hold off and spend her two level ups on increasing her Cool twice, to get it to +1. So she's now better at dealing with hazards and teamwork (for example, grabbing Evee so that both of them are behind Heather could be an example of helping Heather Protect Someone... which Heather really needs... because she's not that tough). That uses her +1 Cool and her +1 any improvement so until she changes playbooks, that's as high as that's going.

I have been told that Twil is a bit off but I wouldn't know why yet. Not sure I've hit that point of in the story where I realize what I got wrong yet.

For Praem, for one of her level-ups I'm giving her a second Animating Force in the form of "Meditation" similar to how Zheng did it. It takes time and leaves them vulnerable to attack and notice, but it does mean that she doesn't depend on a mage to heal her all the time. Just in catastrophic cases, and that better fits the fiction. For another level up, I am going to give her +1 Weird to get it to +2. I'm also going to borrow a move from another playbook: Helping Hand from the Initiate so that when she helps out she grants +2 instead of +1. Finally, I'm going to give her +1 Cool so that it goes up to +2 which will affect her Help Out, Act Under Pressure, and Read a Bad Situation.

For Nicole, I'm going to borrow The Naked City from The Gumshoe and say she has contacts with Police (Local), Accountants, Media, and Criminals (Street). The Media is mostly a nod to the end of the arc where she gets some national attention her way. I'm also giving her +1 Sharp and +1 Charm. I'm also giving her "Leave No One Behind". I know she didn't actually pull Sarika single-handedly out of danger... but fake it til you make, you know?

For the Team Playbook, I'm going for Zheng as a new Team Ally and another team move: Bell, Book, and Candle which is a move that makes the group very very good at performing rituals that should take a lot more people. Basically, each member of the group counts as three people for the purpose of Big Magic. Feels like that could explain how they punch over their weight class so thoroughly in a lot of cases.

Which results in the following character sheets:

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Team Playbook: Coven

Team Playbook: Coven

Team Style: Superheroes with Fangs, Oath: The means determines the ends.

Team Ally: Lozzie, Zheng

Team Enemy: The Eye

Team Moves: Laws of Hospitality; How Awful Goodness Is; Bell, Book, and Candle

Team Asset: Headquarters, Archive, Leyline Map, Wards and Barriers, Ritual Cupboard, Armory

Improvements

Take two more dots worth of Assets: Leyline Map

Take two more dots worth of Assets: Wards and Barriers

Take a new Teambook Move: How Awful Goodness Is

Take two more dots worth of Assets: Ritual Cupboard and Armory

Take a new Team Ally: Zheng

Take a new Teambook Move: Bell, Book, and Candle

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Heather Morell - The Spooky The Hex

Charm +2

Cool +1

Sharp +1

Tough -1

Weird +3

Moves

Basic Weird Move: Use Magic

Advanced Basic Moves: Use Magic, Read a Bad Situation

Spooky Moves: The Sight, Tune In, Jinx, The Big Whammy

Hex Moves: Bad Luck Charm, Burn Everything, Wise Soul

Borrowed Moves (Spooky): Guardian: Tenny (Ally Type: Bodyguard, to intercept danger), FINISH HIM! (Fire)

Borrowed Move (Hex): Third Eye

Dark Side: Paranoia, Guilt, Pain

Temptation: Addiction

Rotes

Out: 1-harm, nausea, touch target. roll +Weird, 10+ send them where you want and you can retrieve them. 7-9 you lose track, they or their disappearance will be a problem. 6- you're unable to complete it and attract bad attention.

Fire: 0/10 (Fire increases when)

Each 1 Harm suffered

Each time a friend is hurt

Each time someone defies Heather

Harm: 0/7 (Unstable at 4, Dead at 8)

Weapons:

The Big Whammy - 2-harm, close, obvious, ignore-armor. (Kick Some Ass with +Weird)

Burn Everything A - 3-harm, area, magic, obvious (Use Magic)

Burn Everything B - 3-harm, ignore-armor, magic, obvious (Use Magic)

Mark of Kinship

Changeling Move: They are my People

Unknown Heritage: Strange Thoughts, Sensory Bombardment

Improvements

Take a Spooky Move: The Big Whammy

Take a move from another playbook: Guardian (Searcher)

Increase Charm +1, max 2

Take a move from another playbook: FINISH HIM! (Hard Case)

Increase Cool +1, max 2

Use Magic and Read a Bad Situation advanced

Change Playbook: The Hex

Increase Weird +1, max 3

Take a move from another playbook: Third Eye (Spell-Slinger)

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Raine Haynes - The Hard Case

Charm +1

Cool +3

Sharp +0

Tough +3

Weird -1

Moves

Basic Weird Move: Trust Your Gut

Advanced Basic Moves: Kick Some Ass, Manipulate Someone

Hard Knocks: Bodyguard

Hard Case Moves: Furnace (Fire), Stone Cold, Inspired Guesswork (Fire), Weapon Master, Unstoppable (Fire)

Borrowed Moves: Background: Burglary (Crooked), Unfazeable

Fire: 0/10 (Fire increases when)

Each 1 Harm suffered

Each time a friend is hurt

Each time someone defies Raine

Harm: 0/9 (Unstable at 5, Dead at 10)

Mark of Kinship

Monstrous Move: Something Borrowed: Ancient Fighting Arts

Curse: Pure Drive (Violence)

Gear: A spell formula written on a napkin, pistol (2 harm close), Crowbar/Baseball Bat (2-harm hand messy innocuous, 3 Harm with Ancient Fighting Arts), Huge Fucking Knife (2-harm hand messy, 3-harm hand with Ancient Fighting Arts)

Improvements:

Increase Cool +1, max 2

Increase Tough +1, max 3

Take a Hard Case move: Weapon Master

Take a Hard Case move: Unstoppable

Add 1 Harm box before the unstable line.

Take a move from another Playbook: Background: Burglary (Crooked)

Kick Some Ass and Manipulate Someone advanced

Create a Second Hunter: Praem

Take a move from another playbook: Unfazeable

Add an extra harm box to your harm track before "Dying"

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Evelyn "Evee" Saye - The Expert The Covenant

Charm +0

Cool +1

Sharp +2

Tough -1

Weird +2

Moves

Weird Move: Use Magic, Summoner

Known Summons: Tardus venandi, Servitors

Advanced Basic Moves: Use Magic, Investigate a Mystery

Expert Moves: Often Right, Dark Past, Preparedness, I've read about this sort of thing.

Covenant Moves: Covenant, Friendship: Rolodex, Smash Cut, Who Said I Was Alone?

Borrowed Moves: Dark Negotiator, Adept Sorcerer: Praem (Ally type: Subordinate to follow your exact instructions)

Haven: Mystical Library, Protection Spells, Magical Laboratory, Guardian

Harm: 0/7 (Unstable at 4, Dead at 8)

Mark of Kinship

Fractal Rote: Roll +Weird, 10+ the symbol is stable and will last some days of passive use and hours of active use. 7-9 the symbol wears out quickly and will break down much more rapidly. 6- the symbol will fail at the worst possible moment.

Summoning Rote: Roll +Weird, 10+ the summoned creature will be strong and responsive, 7-9 the summoned creature will be strong or responsive, but not both, 6- the creature will go out of control.

Temptation: Vengeance

Improvements

Increase Weird +1, max 2

Take a move from another playbook: Adept Sorcerer (Exile)

Take a move from another playbook: Dark Negotiator (Monstrous)

Take an Expert move: Preparedness

Take an Expert move: I've read about this sort of thing.

Add an option to your haven

Use Magic and Investigate a Mystery advanced

Create a Second Hunter: Nicole Webb

Add a second Weird Move: Summoner

Change playbooks: The Covenant

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Twil Hopton - The Monstrous

Charm +0

Cool +0

Sharp +0

Tough +2

Weird +3

Breed: Werewolf

Curse: Vulnerability Silver

Natural Attack: Claws (3-harm hand), Fangs (3-harm intimate)

Moves

Basic Weird Move: No Limits

Advanced Basic Moves: Protect Someone, No Limits

Monstrous Moves: Something Borrowed: Invincible, Unquenchable Vitality, Shapeshifter, Preternatural Speed

Borrowed Moves: Predator and Prey, Symbiosis (Benefits: Can't be possessed, non-physical symbiote, Downsides: Limited Communication)

Harm: 0/7 (Unstable at 4, Dead at 8)

Armor: 2 (Invincible)

Mark of Kinship

Spooky Move: Hunches

Dark Side: Secrets, Poor Impulse Control

Improvements:

Take a Monstrous move: Shapeshifter

Take a Monstrous move: Preternatural Speed

Take a move from another playbook: Predator and Prey (Host)

Take a move from another playbook: Symbiosis (Host)

Increase Charm +1, max 2

Add another natural attack option

Protect Someone and No Limits Advanced

Increase Cool +1, max 2

Increase any +1, max 3 (Cool)

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Praem - The Constructed

Charm +0

Cool +2

Sharp -1

Tough +2

Weird +2

Purpose: Experiment

Animating Force: Magic, Meditation

Moves

Basic Weird Move: No Limits

Constructed Moves: Inhuman, Recharge, But Why?

Experiment Borrowed Move: Tactical Genius (Professional)

Borrowed Moves (Constructed): Helping Hand (Initiate)

Harm: 0/10 (Dead at 11)

Mark of Kinship

Monstrous Move: Something Borrowed: Prepared to Defend (Searcher)

Curse: Pure Drive (Love)

Improvements:

Add a second Animating Force

Increase Cool +1, max 2

Increase Weird +1, max 2

Take a move from another playbook: Helping Hand (Initiate)

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Detective Sergeant Nicole Webb - The Professional

Charm +2

Cool +2

Sharp +2

Tough -1

Weird +0

Agency: Sharrowford Police Department

Resources: Official Pull, Recognized Authority

Red Tape: Hostile Superiors, Skepticism

Moves

Basic Weird Move: Trust Your Gut

Professional Moves: Deal with the Agency; Mobility: Anonymous, Toolkit, Gas-Guzzler; Bottle it Up; Battlefield Awareness; Leave No One Behind

Borrowed Moves (Professional): The Naked City: Local Police, Accountants, Media, Street Criminals (Gumshoe)

Harm: 0/7 (Unstable at 4, Dead at 8)

Improvements:

Take a move from another playbook: The Naked City (Gumshoe)

Increase Sharp +1, Max 2

Increase Charm +1, Max 2

Take a Professional move: Leave No One Behind

[voidthewanderer]

🍅🍌🍇 for Arsenic, Crow, & Ripper?

@bokatan || OC Interview Questions

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

Arsenic: He both is and isn’t, in universe; if that makes sense. He intentionally puts up a front because he feels the need to protect himself from the world around him, despite being in a place where he’s safe and can be more laid back. Unless people actually know him, they just keep their heads down and keep quiet; which does hurt him a bit. Yes, he wants to be viewed as someone to not fuck with, but not as someone you can’t do anything around. His character as a whole, I think everyone pretty well understands him. I haven’t seen anyone misinterpret him yet.

Crow: In universe, they’re pretty well understood. People know why they act the way they do; being a bit more skittish with new people and keeping to themselves. Their character however? It’s less of a misinterpretation or misunderstanding of their personality and more of their design (or should I say lack there of now). Crow has skin like The Ghoul; always has. When all that shit happened complaining about how he looked, despite the fact that I made Crow well before any reveals for the show, I am now terrified to make any art of them and have them mistaken for me just “trying to be lazy” with ghoul skin. I could explain a million times how they turned, I feel like people still wouldn’t understand.

Ripper: The reasons why he’s not misunderstood as a character are why he is in universe. Most people get to see his jovial, goofball side. There’s only one instance (currently) where someone has seen just how strong he can be (kicking down the door). Yes, they’re aware of what he did before the war, but in universe; especially post war, they find that taking down a protectron isn’t exactly a crowning achievement anymore.

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Arsenic: He’s lost a lot of his morality. As the years passed and the clientele grew, he became less and less concerned about the consequences of his actions; no matter who the client was. Killing people and selling their parts to others who partake in cannibalism? Ah, it’s just money! He’s not physically bothered by it at all anymore. He wishes that it had been some of his attitude problems; or even his sex drive cut down massively.

Crow: Cliche, yes, but they lost their innocence. They always viewed the world through rose tinted glasses, always trying to keep hope that things would eventually change for the better. That the war could be ended and maybe life would go back to being somewhat normal. But it never happened… things got worse. And slowly their whimsy of the world, always trying to view the bright side faded away. They wish it had been their timidness to have been lost. It’s hard to live in a world where, if you’re around the wrong crowd, you can get used and abused to the point of death.

Ripper: He lost hope. Hope in others, hope in himself. Although he didn’t see the world quite like Crow did, he knew that people could still work together and make things right; or at least right enough. He lost hope that he’d ever get to be the same man he was before his incident. Although he’s also glad he didn’t, he sometimes wishes that he’d lost some of his laid back, lackadaisy personality. Trying to make jokes and light of everything. It wasn’t that type of world anymore, he started to view it as people seeing him as a just making his own form of dark humor to offset his time on earth.

🍇 [GRAPES] What's their circle of people/their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

I can actually answer all three of these guys together because they have the same exact circle of people. Life in The Slog and how everyone treats one another is almost like family. They take care of each other, get into fights sometimes over the pettiest of things. Arsenic is actually the only one who has someone within his circle that isn’t in the others; and that’s Cyanide, the 19 year old he employed when she was 17 and ran away from her vault. He used to have a close friendship with her, letting her be clingy and cuddly, but since she’d confessed feelings to him not long after she’d turned 18; he set a hard boundary with her: they could be friends, but if she acted like they were actually a couple or if she tried to force a closer relationship, he’d ship her back to her vault. Their dynamic weakened into he views her as a colleague, but she acted like a jealous teen who had her crush taken away from her. He scolds her for how she acts now, but he’s since stopped threatening to ship her off.

[memecucker]

I was just thinking about how a memory in Vegas that sticks out in my mind is being in what used to be part of Elvis’ old massive villa at the top of the Las Vegas Hilton when he full-timed there towards the end but the thing I was most wow! about was that there was a butler like an old fashioned butler wearing a good looking tailored butler outfit like a period drama with a big emphasis of good costumes and he was doing all those standard butler things with a butler demeanor because he went to butler school and also the host that booked the suit was this guy that became a billionaire through I think garbage bins like he had a patent for a design feature that is ubiquitous in a lot of places (I don’t remember where he’s from) and owns the company that makes it we were all eating at Benihana and he told a story about the old days when the wind kicked bins he was driving into the desert salt flats and he had to gather them all back up I thought it was a cool story but people still overreacted how impressed they were makes sense someone like him would have sycophants I noticed he always said “waste bin” makes sense someone like him would have an ingrained habit of insider jargon a bunch of random people that knew no one were also there bc he wanted a large entourage I think like I was there bc my dad asked since he didn’t wanna go without knowing anyone and he was there bc a guy he befriended at Blackjack they came to Vegas alone asked bc he befriended billionaire trash can man at Baccarat (no idea what middle guy did for a living) and the guy just invited people he met at card tables anyway Elvis’ old villa was split into three suites two on the first floor and one on the second which was the biggest (and has the old master rooms and was booked by a super-billionaire old square man financial type I mean who else could afford Elvis’ old personal chamber suite on New Years Eve). And so I was thinking I was at least buzzed that whole trip bc we had full comp but I should’ve done drugs also it would’ve been a good time to have been on something lowkey

[eampro-blog]

Writing Prompt #89 Where are we?

[A group of astronauts were just about to embark on a routine space mission when a massive, unexpected surge of energy tore open a rift in time and space. The next thing they knew, they were transported to a strange, alternate dimension that was unlike anything they had ever seen before. The atmosphere was thick with an otherworldly sense of dread. They had no idea how to find their way back home.

Carol opens her eyes slowly. She noticed she still had her space suit on. Confusion settles in as she realizes she is lying on the ground and not sitting in the spaceship cockpit. Her eyes look up at the ceiling of what she believes is a cave. She pushes herself up from the ground and notices the bodies of the other three astronauts lying on the ground, one after the other. Her heart begins to race wondering what had happened.

Each astronaut wakes up and picks themselves up from the ground with the same confused look, just like Carol.

They found themselves in a vast, endless tunnel filled with vivid colors and complex patterns that seemed to stretch on forever. "Where's the ship?" one of the astronauts, Jason asked in desperation. Jason was the captain in command. Carol was second to him. They immediately lock eyes. The other, Petrov responds by shaking his head with a disturbed look. The tunnel was filled with a swirling, psychedelic light show that made it appear like they were walking through a kaleidoscope.

At first, they didn't know what to make of the strange environment. The group decides to huddle together and try to come up with a plan. “First of all, is everyone alright?” Jason spoke first. Everyone nodded but it was obvious their attention wasn’t fully on Jason. They were too distracted by the strange unrecognizable environment they were in.

They needed to find a way out of the tunnel and get back home. They kept asking themselves where was home? And most importantly, where was the spaceship?

Petrov looked around, trying to get a handle on their new environment. The psychedelic tunnel was like nothing he had ever seen before. "We need to find a way out," he said, his voice determined. "And if we can't, then we need to figure out how to survive in this strange world."

The astronauts looked at each other, trying to make sense of what was going on. They didn't know where they were or how they had gotten there, but they knew they had to find their spaceship. They each look at their air supply. Jason nods, agreeing with Petrov. He clears his throat before speaking. “What we need to do in a situation like this is to remain calm, okay?” Jason points at one of the astronauts named Maranda. “Maranda…. can you please run a scan?”

Maranda snaps out of her trance, nods, and follows Jason’s instructions. Maranda gulps as she presses a few buttons on a watch that’s on her wrist. Petrov and Carol watch her closely. “Th-the scan is throwing off very confusing readings. But I can tell you this. Wherever we are, this place does not have breathable air. So, we will depend on the limited air supply we have in these suits.” Jason looks away from her and stares at the ground meditating on the situation. He bites his lips and nods again.

Jason also reaches for the watch he has on his wrist and presses a few buttons. “Okay, we have at least a few days worth of air. That’s, that’s good.”

They all decide to walk deep into the tunnel, hoping to find a way out. But after an hour of walking, the tunnel seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight. The more they walked, the more disoriented they became. They began to feel a sense of desperation creeping in, knowing that time was running out.

“Where are we?” Carol whispers to Petrov. As they continued to explore, they quickly realized that everything in the tunnel looked the same. From the multi-color ceiling to the rocky floors, to the colors and strange patterns on the cave walls. They had no idea where they were or how to return to their spaceship.

As they continue wandering through the strange tunnel, they slowly begin to accept the reality that they might never find their way out. The tunnel seemed to exist outside the confines of space and time, leaving them with no sense of direction or purpose. Jason whispers to himself as he places the palm of his right hand on the cave wall, “This makes no sense. What is going on?”

"Wait! What's the last thing you remember?" Maranda directed the question to Jason. But Jason was so frustrated he had no interest in responding. Everyone took a moment to meditate on the situation.

The walking came to a grinding halt after two hours of no end in sight. Carol spoke first. "A flash of intense light, from the cockpit. That’s, that’s what I saw. A blinding light that came out of nowhere. All I knew was that it was hard to see. Then... Then we were on the ground asleep and each one of us woke up in this tunnel together. That’s it." Everyone else looked at each other after Carol spoke. She focuses her sight on the ceiling of the cave. The strange colors slowly begin to eat away at her mind. The first moment she saw the colors, she was warm and happy. Now, she was uneasy and frightened.

The astronauts stood in a circle, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of their ship. The ceiling of the tunnel was different shades of color. There was no sign of their spaceship or any other spaceships for that matter. The only thing in sight was a large, colorful tunnel that stretched into the distance. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. “We…” Petrov sighs and continues, “We have no choice but to keep moving. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way out of this damn place. …whatever this place is.” He desperately tries to bring everyone’s morale up. However, it was only a matter of time before his morale broke.

As they began walking again, the bright fluorescent colors that surround them haunted them with each step they took. At first it was strange, captivating, and mesmerizing. But soon it became eerie, unsettling, and odd. Nothing to them made sense. The only thing they could do was continue walking in one direction and stare into the distance in the hopes of finding some answer to their dilemma. It was a daunting task, and their nerves were stretched to the breaking point. They all knew that they were in uncharted territory, and they were in grave danger.

Maranda had the habit of checking her watch every ten minutes. Jason noticed her actions. She kept looking at her watch to gauge how much air they had left. It was starting to become her mini obsession. The fear of dying of asphyxiation was too overwhelming for her.

Carol breaks the silence while they are walking. She presses a few buttons on her watch trying to read some information it was generating. "We must've been caught in some sort of cosmic storm or something." Her voice was shaking. Jason just shakes his head and presses on. He figures that her assumptions and theories aren’t making the situation any better.

Petrov nodded, looking around with a mixture of fear and awe. "We have to find something, anything that can help us," he said.

Jason had enough and turned around to face everyone. “All of you. Stop wasting your breath. We need to save as much of our air supply as possible. We move at a steady pace. Not too fast and not too slow. That way we don’t consume too much of it. That’s, that's the plan.” Maranda nods in agreement. From that moment on, it was obvious that Petrov and Carol did not like the captain’s tone. Every decision Jason would make would be heavily challenged by Petrov and Carol. It was clear that Maranda was on Jason’s side, while a secret alliance was formed by Petrov and Carol.

After hours of walking and arguing, Maranda has had enough. She notices the tense dynamic between the group and decides to try to mediate the situation. She gathers the astronauts in a semicircle and asks them to voice their concerns. Petrov and Carol speak up first, voicing their suspicions about Jason and how he may not have their best interests in mind. Maranda listens intently, making note of the issues that are being raised. She tells the group that it's important to have open communication, which will help build trust among members of the crew.

“You both are paranoid. Pathetic. How dare you? I’m doing my best! I’m in the same situation as all of you!” Jason turns his face away from them, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Jason composes himself and realizes that what he said was out of frustration. Jason takes the opportunity to address the concerns, reassuring the group that he has everyone's best interests in mind and that his decisions are based on their safety and survival. Maranda encourages Petrov and Carol to share their viewpoints. She encourages them to be honest and open with each other. She reminds them that they are all in this together and that working as a team will increase their chances of survival.

As the conversations progress, Maranda notices that the tensions start to ease, and the astronauts are starting to feel more comfortable with each other. She concludes the meeting by asking everyone to continue to communicate openly and to work together to find a way out of this strange environment.

As the group moves on, Petrov takes one last look at Carol. To her it was obvious that Petrov didn’t see things like Jason did. Their bond will soon deteriorate the more they press on into the endless tunnel. Paranoia will settle in as new problems will arise. The group began worrying about rest, water, and food. All Jason wanted to do was keep walking in hopes of finding the way out of the strange tunnel.

Petrov stopped walking for a moment while the rest kept the same pace. He forms a fist and whispers under his breath, “You’re killing us, Jason.” He stares directly at Jason in the distance. A cold look is on his face. His eyes are fixed on him and only him.]

Write a short story based on the writing prompt. Challenge your writing abilities and see where your imagination takes you. Brainstorm and share your thoughts to where the story could go.

[bellmo15-blog]

Just Hanging Out In Metru Nui

In the time before time, in the ancient decade of the 2000’s, six plastic canisters were stocked in plenty of toy stores. And new and powerful legends were… Wait, why am I giving you all a history lesson on this anyway? Most of you reading this who were alive though out the 2000’s know what Bionicle is anyway!

Inkling Michael: Umm, I mean there IS a chance someone reading this might NOT know what Bionicle is.

Even if that is true for some, Google exists. I’m not here to hold people’s hands though everything!

But yes, like a lot of “Still listens to music via CD’s and watching movies and shows via DVD’s (unless I can get a Blu Rey version that is), still having the Sam Rami Spider-Man movies as their fav” 2000’s kids, Bionicle was a massive part of my childhood growing up. And there are a lot of reasons for that. Outside of being born in 1996 meaning I was around at the perfect time for Bionicles hay day there’s also the set’s themselves looking really dam cool no mater what year of it’s 9 year long run we are talking about with maybe a few exceptions, it more or less saved LEGO from finical troubles as well as how it had some pretty deep lore behind it that wasn’t afraid to delve into some more darker aspects that kept so many people like myself invested in it. Granted, when I became a teenager in 2010 I did start to fall out of it a little but well, if you’ve seen my Twitter the last couple of months you can probably tell I’ve gotten back into it recently.

And, well… I knew eventually it would lead to me getting this! Remember how I said this in my recent Kronos Unveiled Comm I got? “Bionicle 3 Web of Shadows which I also saw later that same year had the scene of the Toa Metru all trapped in the Visorak cocoon’s which I also had a wired fascination with that I also didn’t fully understand until I became an adult.” Yeah, let’s just say this scene was more or less my awakening to my interest in webbing and cocooning. I mean they weren’t JUST in the 3rd movie though. I mostly bring Web of Shadows up spesificlly because the movies were some of my fav things relating to Bionicle growing up and still are…… Well three of the four movies at least. These cocoons were pretty much everywhere in 2005’s marketing. Which makes sense considering the Visorak are practically spiders and they were the catalyst for the Toa Metru becoming the Hordika in that years story line. Lucky for me and Shantae here, that transformation WON’T happen to us! As far as the lore is concerned, Hordika Venom can’t affect purely organic matter. So, we can be trapped there for a fair while and not be affected. Though I think one of us seems to have some objections. She’ll come around to enjoy it though soon, I’m sure. 😉

Artist is Mugenbine.... Although now that I mention the whole “not affecting pure organic” stuff, you reckon we could take a dip in some energized protodermis and it’d be safe? Look all I’m saying is that that pit in Makua’s lair in Mask of Light looks tempting!

[jesuscrab]

Zelda TOTK makes me miss Death Stranding - an "analisis" (but not really)

Been playing the new hit Zelda game everyone been raving about, becuse i really loved the original. Been playing it for around 15 hours and i really do like it. But it keeps remidning me of Death Stranding, a game i've played for 200 hours last year. So i wanna write a little something descrining my problems with TOTK and my love for DS mechanics.

Read more to read more!!!

So. Death Stranding. Amazing game, at least to me. Not gonna bore you with the details, but it's a game that is fully designed on walking around - that is the main mechanics and gameplay feature - walking from point a to point b in the most efficent way possible. I have never realized how much of the games many mechanics are extremly well designed and thought out until now, when im playing a game without them. DS had so many unique and interesting mechanics that greatly improved exploration and navigation, things that i personally think TOTK has issues with.

The game has a very well designed map, which is not just a 2D png. It's a 3D model which you can tilt, showing you the topograhpy like valleys and mountains. It's a feature that greatly imporves navigation, which is for me a massive problem in TOTK.

It was a problem in BOTW already, but with the addition of sky island it became much more annoying. Putting waypoints on your map sucks. I can't make the point or stamp destinguish the "layer" where is it on, so future me will have to guess what i was trying to signal there. I can't know if a certian area is , becuse there is three seperate floating islands in the way, so i have to make sure each time that im stepping off the right one, since i can't easily check it on the map.

If i put the beacon from the map, it just goes on the highest point on the map, so fuck me if i forget what it was for and starting going on the top of some mountain becuse i could not highlight a cave otherwise.

TOTK just has a problem with navigation. A controversial way to help this would be imo to put a floating - sparkling "line" to your destination, which you could highlight from the map. Death Stranding let's you put a marker basiclly anywhere and it will show you the closest way there - but you can also connect markers yourself, drawing your own path on the map and plan your travels. I really would love a similar feature in TOTK, since i keep putting markers for myself in areas and then have a lot of trouble comming back there again. I love exploring stuff in games - thats why i love the new open world zelda - but this is not fun. It's annoying. They added new things in the game and didint put stuff to accomodate them.

A different thing i miss from death stranding is the compass - in my mind, a greatest open world mechanic idea (right below the self-drawn path i described earlier)

It basiclly just shows you all your markers and mission objectives, display the current distance, and allows you to snap your view dirrectly to them. That feature makes sense in DS since there is no minimap there, but still - i think zelda would benifit from a feature like that. with it's many attractions on the map, it's easy to get extremly sidetracked and even lost. even if i can see the waypoint on my map, it's still a flat png that just tells me the direction and nothing elese, i have no idea if it's in a mountain or a cave. And yes, i could look through the binoculars, but with their limited view they are not really a great navigation tool in my opinion.

I hope this revelation won't make me hate open world games or see them as worse. Death Stranding is a very different breed of an open world game, and i dont think every game should copy it. i just think that it's mechanics of travel are really good features and the new zelda - being a game based on exploration - would grealy benifit from features that improve them, since i think there are flaws in the system.

so ya. thats it. thanks if you read it all.]

play DS. My final messege... goodbye....

(sorry for not including pics - westy e slepy)

[nesrinadem]

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ft. @mattsullivan

you know i haven't slept in weeks, you're the only thing i see. i’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark, i'm spun out so far. you stop, i start, but I'll be true to you.  • satellite heart - anya marina.

secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. maybe i just wanna be yours, i wanna be yours.  • i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys.

loving in the fabric of your tapestry, cover me in honeysuckle memories. compass points you home, calling out from the east. compass points you anywhere, closer to me.  • compass - zella day.

i didn't get much sleep last night but that's alright. it was worth it just to see you move that hair from your eyes and smile like you do. stay with me tonight, i'll kiss your head to the morning, i'll let you sleep on my side.  • gum - moose blood.  

whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. made you smile and look away. nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine. nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. nothing's gonna take you from my side.  • nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex. 

i didn't know if you'd care if I came back; i have a lot of regrets about that. pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down. and maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway. i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. • this is me trying - taylor swift. 

I am scared to say i miss you, last time i had you i should have kissed you. these feelings fester up inside, but how could i deny these butterflies? i hope i'm not stuck on your waiting list, because i dream of you in colors that don't exist.  • i like you - dandelion hands. 

i'm jealous of the rain, that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been. i'm jealous of the rain. i'm jealous of the wind, that ripples through your clothes, it's closer than your shadow. oh, I'm jealous of the wind. [...] i'm jealous of the nights, that I don't spend with you, i'm wondering who you lay next to. oh, I'm jealous of the nights. i'm jealous of the love, love that was in here, gone for someone else to share. oh, I'm jealous of the love.  • jealous - labyrinth. 

at night, when the stars light up my room, i sit by myself, talking to the moon. trying to get to you, in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too. • talking to the moon - ashley marina cover. 

and i should have called, and i should have tried, and i should have walked you home every night. and i should have kissed you ten thousand times, just to tell you i love you. i should have done it all. • all for you - cian ducrot.

i had these memories all around me, so I wouldn't be alone. some may be from showing up, others are from growing up, sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue. i ain't winning no one over, i wear it just for you. i've got your name written here in a rose tattoo. • rose tattoo - dropkick murphys.

as we stood by the ocean, you reached for my hand and you said my name. every word i heard poetry, i saw laughter upon your face. i don't know if you noticed, but i left my heart in that moment. with your arms on my shoulders, and that look in your eyes, i knew you and i were the same. there i danced in your aura, where you led me inside, guiding me into somewhere safe. i've found home. • home - jacob lee.

remember the nights, that we would stare at the lights by the train tracks, and you would always listen to dashboard. that was the first time that i realized... all the pieces of you fit perfectly in the hole inside my heart. and i'd be lying if i tried telling you, that you're not everything i want. ‘cause i tried running away, but i came right back today, just hoping that you'd let me say i'm sorry. • pieces of you - nothing, nowhere. 

but i knew you, dancin' in your levi's, drunk under a streetlight, i knew you. hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better, i. and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite. • cardigan - taylor swift. 

i remember happy wasted days, summer's golden haze in our eyes. lifting you above the breakin' waves, memories floatin' back to my mind [...] it's like when you're far away from me, i get lost in the crowd (oh), because when I'm in a room with you, that missing piece is found (oh). • missing piece - vance joy. 

oh, you, only you. when the night is over out of all the places i could choose, i go to you, only you. feel you just below the surface, darling. all i wanna do is go to you. • you - benny blanco ft. marshmello and vance joy. 

after all the misses and confessions to the stars, that we never really owned as ours. and if our world comes tumbling down, i never could forgive myself for leaving out, you're the one, you are the only one. • honeybee - the head and the heart. 

in the morning when you wake up, i like to believe you are thinking of me. and when the sun comes through your window, i like to believe you've been dreaming of me, dreaming. i know, ‘cause i'd spend half this morning thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in. i should know ‘cause i'd spend all the whole day, listening to your message i'm keeping and never deleting. • tee shirt - birdy. 

'cause this would be one whole lot easier, god, i know that's selfish but it's true, if underneath some calm exterior, you're all fucked up too. tell me, does your heart stop at the party when my name drops? like you're stood at the platform when the trains cross. are you hurting, yeah you must be. or is it just me? tongue-tied, screaming on the inside. • is it just me? - emily burns ft. jp cooper. 

everything i do, i'm gonna think of you. don't know what else to do, you got me, you got me, baby. everything i make, i only make for you. baby, be patient for me, and please don't fall in love with someone new. i promise, one day i'll come back for you. • someone new - BANKS.

[lilyginnyblackv2]

T&B Clothes and Style Analysis:

This all started when I was thinking of a way to try and get a better gauge on Ryan’s age, but then it started to kind of become it’s own thing. Basically, something I’ve noticed is how aspects of many (though not all) the character designs are indictive of the decade they grew up in.

Let’s start with the oldest of our heroes (I’m limiting it to heroes so this post won’t be any more massive than I’m sure it will already be).

Kotetsu and Antonio: We know that they are both 38 in S2, so that means they were born in 1942. So their childhood and teen years were the 1940s and 1950s, and you can see the influence of those time periods on their outfits.

Back in the 1940s and 1950s cowboy inspired fashion was very popular. My grandfather had a bit of this style too, and he was born sometime in the 1930s. Of course, Antonio’s outfit is also meant to reflect his NEXT persona as well, being Rock Bison and having, iirc, a meat sponsor.

Meanwhile, Kotetsu has that snazzy look about him. Clean cut, button up shirt, tie, sleek and ironed pants,  button up vest - his look is, in a way, rather hip in comparison to Antonio’s look. I also feel is has more of an upscale, blue collar vibe to it than Antonio’s, which style originated with blue collar, “working on the farm,” and legit cowboy types. Of course, Kotetsu doesn’t hold himself in that way, though I do think that his outfit is what adds to the moe gap and charm of Kotetsu. He has this put together appearance to him, but his life is a mess and he can be very immature at times, lol.

(This post is SUPER long and image heavy, so the rest is under a Read More!)

Next, let’s take a look at our newest heroes, since the 1980s influence on their style is obvious. All three of them are teens, so it would make sense that their fashion style and sense would reflect the 80s the most.

Subaru’s is, imo, the easiest to draw a link to in regards to possible inspiration. The outfits aren’t an exact match, but that puffy life preserver like jacket + jean pants combo just screams Marty McFly. I know he is also meant to reflect the “Red Ranger” trope found in series like Super Sentai and stuff like that, but I also think that Subaru’s problems with being looked down on and such is similiar to Marty’s with his issues surrounding being called chicken and what not. They can both be impulsive and quick to anger in that regard.

Lara has a school uniform on or, at least, an outfit inspired by one. Obviously, there are some liberties taken with the design, certain elements to make it cuter and more in-line with how school uniforms are often depicted in anime. The blazer top is really what gives it the 1980s Japanese school uniform vibe though. And since Lara is meant to represent magical girls, it makes sense that she would be wearing a school uniform.

Thomas has the most..anime-like outfit of everyone, imo. His outfit isn’t something you would someone wearing just every day, ya know. I tried looking a bit into high fashion/runaway fashion and the like, but didn’t get very far with that. I think the aspects of his outfit that have some basis in the 1980s though is the combo of “very shiny leather jacket” + tight jean combo like we see MJ wearing in his Thriller MV. 

Okay, so now let’s take a look at characters that we know the exact age of, or have a very good, general idea of how old they are. First up here is Barnaby.

Listen, Barnaby’s outfit really doesn’t have much going on in the way of 60s or 70s fashion (the eras when he was a teen), but his hair absolutely does! Without a doubt, the inspiration for Barnaby’s hair was Farrah Fawcett and her hairstyle became popular in the 1970s, when Barnaby would have been in his late teens and early 20s. He had more of a general shaggy hairstyle in the few flashbacks we see of him as a younger teen.

This chunky gold chain is also very 70s. 

Now we are more in the “we have a general idea how old they are range, and it was confirmed via outside sources.” The one that I feel most concretely on this is Karina, who is 19 in S2. That means she was born in 1961 (one year earlier than my parents, lol) and her childhood was in the 1960s and her teen years were pretty solidly in the 1970s outside of 19.

Whenever I think of Karina’s dress in S1, I my mind just always goes to the kinds of short dresses that were really popular in the Brady Bunch era. Other elements of her design are definitely different, but that dress is such a key aspect. Her S2 design feels more mature and like Mary Tyler Moore-esque.

Ivan, I believe, is 21 in S2. I think it was confirmed, somewhere, that he was 18 in S1. So he is only a little bit older than Karina and his teen years were the 1970s, period. Design-wise Ivan is a complete fish out of water. At least Barnaby had the hair and jewelry tying him to the 60s and 70s. But Ivan is meant to be a Weeaboo, so that whole idea and concept is far later, and his visual appearance reflects that.

However! Edward Said’s book Orientalism, which goes on to describe the term as:

the exaggeration of difference, the presumption of Western superiority, and the application of clichéd analytical models for perceiving the "Oriental world". This intellectual tradition is the background for Said's presentation of Orientalism as a European viewpoint reflecting a contrived Manichean duality.

(Source: The Wikipedia on Orientalism)

And that fits in with Ivan’s Weeaboo persona quite well. It’s a critical concept that is well known today (and which has a long standing documentation of existing before Said’s book was publish), but was only brought into the spotlight with this book in 1978. 

Edit: Check out my reblog where I have more information on how Ivan’s outfit actually connects back to the time period.

The last character that we have a general idea of around about what age they are is Pao-lin. She was 13 or so in S1 and around 16 in S2.

The major inspiration for her outfit is obviously Kill Bill, lol. Especially with the martial arts and everything. But, of course, her S1 outfit also takes inspiration from jumpsuits that really gained popularity in the 1970s and tracksuits too. Her later outfits in The Rising and S2 are more masculine presenting and have her wearing tank tops and hoodies, both of which started becoming more commonplace as everyday wear in the 60s, 70s, and 80s. (This could also apply to Ivan, who is wearing a black tank top under his jacket.

Finally, we get into the characters whose ages are vague: Ryan, Nathan, and Keith. Now, Ryan is younger than Barnaby. That’s basically all we have to go off of really, but in The Beginning we can see that he looks in his late teens (he has a slimmer face similar to Thomas and Subaru).

His outfit there also has a very 70s disco vibe about it. Though the hair and other aspects of it are also a bit late 90s/early 2000s in feel too. His earlier designs were quite 60s and 70s inspired too:

The one in the top left almost feeling New Wave / Hippie-ish to some extent (a part of me would have loved if they went with that design, but I love his current design too). His outfit in The Rising (and S2, which I won’t even bother talking about here) are a bit more:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ design-wise.

The closest stuff I could find were like sports jerseys/sport shirts from the 70s and those shorts pictured, lmao. Those shorts are a bit shorter than Ryan’s, and they don’t have the more visually appealing hanging material, etc. But they do show how there were these sort of long shorts/pants in that era as well. Though, visually, Ryan still fits more in the 2000s era here. I started this whole research and post hoping that some of Ryan’s outfit could give more insight into his age...but nope, lol.

More info on Ryan’s outfit! :D

Anyway, our final two are Nathan and Keith. Nathan has made statements that make it seem that she is older than Barnaby and Keith, but likely not quite as old as Kotetsu and Antonio. I’ve always assumed that Nathan was in their 30s. Placing their teen years closer to the late 50s and 60s. 

And while a lot of Nathan’s outfits can just be simplified to the idea of being flamboyant, I feel a lot of Nathan’s presence and the air about them is very similar to the Ballroom Scene of the 60s:

While the outfits are not one-for-one matches, there are similarities in posing, feathers, mesh, color choices, and just the outlines that are created. I will say that the shoulder pads in Nathan’s S1 outfit are far more 80s though, lol.

Edit: I realized I forgot to explain what the Ballroom Scene even is and how it relates very specifically to Nathan’s gender identity. From the Wikipedia page:

The Ballroom Scene is an African-American and Latino underground LGBTQ+ subculture that originated in New York City. Beginning in the late 20th century, Black and Latino drag queens began to organize their own pageants in opposition to racism experienced in established drag queen pageants. [...] While the initial establishment of Ballroom mimicked these drag queen pageants, the inclusion of gay men and trans women would transform the Ballroom scene into what it is today: a multitude of categories that all LGBTQ+ people can participate in.

There is a fantastic documentary on this whole subculture and scene called Paris is Burning (link is to the YT video of the full documentary). I watched it back in college in my Queer Studies class. It’s very enlightening and insightful, but it does deal with some heavy topics (SA, suicide, etc.). I definitely suggest giving it a watch if you can though! 

Edit: Some more excellent information on Nathan's and Pao-lin's styles. Pao-lin's connection to Bruce Lee and Nathan's fashion connection to the 1970s glam era + visual kei (his The Rising outfit).

FINALLY! We have Keith. His age is completely unknown. I’ve always felt that he was closer in age to Barnaby than Kotetsu and Antonio. His outfit really doesn’t tell us much. It’s a very “All-American, Hard Worker” guys kinda outfit. Definitely something you would find in the 70s (image pictured above is from the 70s) and 80s, though his pants are more 80s-like than 70s (more straight than flared). 

(Though, looking at that above image, it seems like Barnaby’s big belt is also very 70s-ish!).

Anyway, I feel I can’t talk about Keith and his appearance and style without also mentioning this: 

Keith looks like Tom Cruise, and once you see and know that, you cannot unsee it either, lmao.

Okay, okay, let’s wrap this up! I’m going to be including sources and references for the clothes images and that’s basically it. If you have anything else to add, please do, and thank you to anyone who has read all the way to the end! It’s greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoyed reading this! <3 

Sources:

Antonio’s: blue17 and Vintage Dancer

Kotetsu’s: Vintage-Retro

Lara’s: qph.cf2.quoracdn . net

Pao-lin’s: Plaidstallions

Nathan’s: Esquire

Ryan’s: Vintage Vixen and Bored Panda, Dress That Man and The Empire Tribe

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saying things they don’t mean during an argument

 navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[hyunjilicious]

a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

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"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment. 

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?" 

"You wouldn't judge me, right?" 

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell. 

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture. 

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second. 

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?" 

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough. 

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed. 

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need. 

"You tell me" 

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent" 

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants. 

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door. 

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you. 

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways. 

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining. 

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought. 

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme. 

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…" 

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned. 

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum. 

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around. 

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls. 

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page. 

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.

[hintsofhoney]

alright, *cracks fingers*. so. I’ve written up a transcript just to lay it all out for myself and get the most important parts. listen, everyone. for all intents and purposes and legal reasons, THIS WAS A DREAM. alright? I dreamt this. and he is literally the nicest human being ever so I don’t want to just like... put our whole convo out there like that, but I think he said some stuff that was important for people to hear so... here we go

my *dreamt* zoom call with thee crowley below the cut

The first five minutes (of my dream) was just a bunch of introduction stuff and talking about my favorite Supernatural seasons which eventually led to him telling me how they filmed the Season 8 finale (which they did over the span of three days, and in between takes the crew members were like dead silent, as to keep the moment going, which Mark thought was really cool. Said it was one of his favorite things they did on Supernatural.) Anyways, he eventually asked me if I had any questions, so, I’ll start there.

MARK: So, do you have any questions you want to ask me about aaaaaannyyyythingggg? 

ME: Um, I guess the number one thing I wanna know… um, so, I know you can’t speak for Dean and I don’t want to talk about Dean because you’re not Jensen, but, there’s like a lot of questions I guess or subtext or whatever concerning Dean’s sexuality and what not, but I want to know about demon Dean and Crowley’s relationship and if there was, I don’t know, anything like, any implied –

MARK: Well I think – I think you’re talking about… there’s a massive difference between sex and love. There’s a massive difference between, um, well, they can intertwine perfectly, that’s not the issue, but I mean you would believe with all the things that Crowley did for the Winchesters, that he was – that he very much loved Sam and Dean or loved who they are or what they are. To reduce it to, you know, a crush, or to something that – I mean, I don’t know, I think Crowley is very probably pansexual more than anything else; I don’t think anything phased him. I think, that’s why the whole stuff with Lucifer and licking the floor was kind of really stupidly boring for me because Crowley did weirder and crazier things on his own. I mean, it became this joke of trying to humiliate somebody who can’t be humiliated. There’s nothing you can humiliate Crowley with. So, that never sort of made sense, that was just a sort of writer’s glitch of thinking, “oooh, this would be funny to knock him down into subservience” and that’s what he does on a Wednesday, I mean it’s like the most un-inspiring thing. I think so much is projected onto the relationship between, certainly the four main characters, um, and, you know, look, getting comfortable with one’s sexuality and one’s identity is a massively complicated things, and if you want to live vicariously through what you believe people’s identity is and you can relate to that, great!  Who cares? I mean, can I be absolutely honest? Apart from – what I do care about, you know, don’t ever take this and piece me or misquote it, because it’s very, very specific – um, somebody stopping somebody being able to express their own identity or whatever is an issue for me. That will always be an issue for me. Um, we should all be treated equally, and we all have the rights to believe and follow those things that we wish to follow, but to project relationships onto characters is an odd thing to do. I mean, it’s wishful thinking in a lot of ways, I mean, actually it’s quite… it’s quite reasonable because in the past if you think about it, if you ask your parents or anyone else, the only way sexuality was used was to, uh, literally demonize somebody. It was only ever used to say somebody was bad because this who they’re in love with. You know, that’s, that’s the thing. And it’s a massive change in the world that we’re moving towards, I should say, uh – a lack of consequence for who one loves, apart from the obvious consequences of human nature. You know, political consequences for who one loves – I’ve just watched Pete Butteigieg being, you know, sitting in congress with his husband there with him; that’s the first time that’s ever happened in United States congress and I’m so proud of that. Not just because the man is gay and happily married – that’s not even the issue for me, it’s because he’s the best man for the job and one of the smartest people on the planet. You know, it’s like using sexual templates, as they were, or gender templates as they are, or orientation templates as they are, we always use to disclude people from things. They were always used to discriminate. You know, labeling somebody was a way of discrimination. And where as labels are very important, to ones self, and they’re very important politically and they’re very important socio-economically and they’re very important in all those aspects, I yearn for a time when nobody gives a damn. I really do. But I mean, we have to go through so much to get there. I mean, let’s be honest, you can’t, you know, right the wrongs of hundreds of years of oppression in 20 minutes by saying, “let’s all move forward”. It just doesn’t work that way, it never has. But there’s a responsibility there, that if you’re going to represent, that you represent all. That you don’t just represent you. So, one has to be careful with a television program or, or, you know, Misha or myself, or, not speaking for the boys, but just generally, um, you have to be careful that what you advocate is inclusive, not disinclusive. Not excluding people... and it’s so hard to frame these conversations, that they’re equitable, it’s so hard to do that. And so, you know, we spend years pointing out the inequity and the injustice and the unfairness of the whole situation, and… I don’t know if the trick is to rise above, or, uh, maybe it’s as simple as love and coming together as a human race and make it very difficult for people to discriminate and exclude based on gender, race, color, religion, any of the subsets of humanity that we’ve decided we have. So, I think personal responsibility is the most important thing, but if one is in a position of power on a TV show, you got to remember what you’re representing, that you have a, you know, you have to cover all or cover none. So, you know, but if you stick to a story and you have a story about a person or two people and their journey, that’s shining light on things. If you try to advocate for all, I think it becomes a little more complicated. Does that make sense?

so, i just feel like he said some important things there, but like I also don’t really understand what he’s getting at really, y’know? oh! also, he didn’t watch the finale lmao 

also! there’s this:

MARK: Because if you come down on one side or another, you’re admitting the sides, and that has its own political ramifications. If you push the ball up in the air and say, “you decide”, I don’t think that’s copping out. I think that’s, maybe not fulfilling everybody’s expectations, or not fulfilling everybody’s hopes, but at least you’re getting the question asked. You know, at least you’re getting the question asked. At least people are relating to it and going, “well, what if?”. Because it’s all “what if”, I mean, it’s a TV show, so it’s “what if”, you know? It’s not Misha being in love with Jensen, I mean as much as he loves Jensen, I don’t think that’s his thing – I mean you never know – but I’m saying yet again, I don’t exclude anything from anybody (I LITERALLY CAN’T BELIEVE HE SAID THIS LMAO). But to force my opinion or my identity belief upon a situation has a cost. It may be right, it may be absolutely right, and it may be necessary in many, many cases. But, in that circumstance, I think… there are a lot of people in the world that say that Jesus, for example, was anti-homosexual and that he was – and none of that is true, and none of that is provable in the New Testament, and I’m not talking about Leviticus and I’m not talking about early Bible and I’m not talking about the fact that more than 25,000 words have been changed in the King James edition and all of this stuff, but these things that people hold so sacred, the confusion that arises from that is being told that a man loving a man or a woman loving a woman or a man loving a man and a woman or whatever combination being there is either right or wrong because you’re being told by a pastor or the leaders of your church, is a very difficult thing to break down. I think what you have to do is at least put it out there so it’s visible, and so it becomes less and less deniable. And you know, people change over years, that’s the trouble with youth, is shit doesn’t move fast enough. “I need a decision now!”, and unfortunately, when you’re dealing with centuries of prejudice and centuries of un-enlightenment, I think that sometimes the best thing to do is reach as many people as possible and pose the question. And sometimes it’s essential to make a statement, absolutely, no question. It is essential to make a stand, in some circumstances. But to polarize a TV show, can be very disingenuous to those who need to go ask their own questions, who need to go say, “well, where does Jesus say this is wrong?” you know, if that’s your beliefs.

he also said, when we went off on a tangent about doom patrol:

MARK: There are issues that are being addressed here [on Doom Patrol] that are not being addressed on other shows, and yet again, we have the format, and I don’t know that Supernatural ever had the format because it was on the CW.

anywho, in conclusion, fuck the cw.

also, again, for all intents and purposes this was a dream I had :)))))))