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monstersflashlight · 13 days

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Hii!! I have a request I've been thinking about for a while,

How about FEMreader with a submissive vulnerable werehusband?, reader adopts a black and white normal cat, and spends alll her time on the cat and giving the cats pets, snuggles, and even cuddles with the cat sometimes, and werehusband is secretly fuming and making up a plan to get rid of the cat, he hates watching reader give the cat pets, that's supposed to be him getting the pets!, so one day while reader is out at work, he returns the cat back to the adoption center, goes back home to a completely fuming reader, since werehusband is vulnerable and we'll yk, submissive, reader spanks him, (all the kinky stuff *wink wink*) and calls him a bad boy, and instead, reader denies to touch werehusband as a punishment, and when they finally make love, reader makes sure it slow and stops whenever werehusband is about to cum.

Tyy have a night day/night🙏🥰🐺

Hi anon! Love your idea but changed it a tiny bit because I think it would be more fun this way, hope you don’t mind, enjoy! <3

The neighborhood cat

Werecat x fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic (fem dom), praise kink, pegging, spanking

You picked the cat on the street, and he was so cute and thin you felt so bad for him you had to take it home with you. He slept with you, followed you around and overall acted like the cutest cat in existence. You took so many pics of him that your phone gallery looked like a portfolio of a pet photographer. Until one day you came back a bit earlier, expecting your cute cat to be playing with the new toy you bought him, but instead you found...

A human-ish creature.

He had a human body, but cat ears and whiskers and a tail. He looked like some cat-hybrid creature and you were mesmerized for a second, then your fly or fight response kicked in and you screamed. He ran to you, covering your mouth with his hand (with freakingly long nails). You calmed down enough for him to explain.

He explained he wasn’t a cat per se, well, he was, but not always. When you finally got out of your stupor you wanted to scream at him, but you calmly told him to get out. He didn’t, he got on his knees and begged you to give him a change, to not kick him out. He had nowhere to go and you were so nice to him, he would take care of the house while you were away and he would transform back into a cat when you were back home. It would be like having a cat again and he won’t be homeless anymore. He looked so cute that you couldn’t say no.

And that’s how you found yourself with a werecat roommate.

Everything was going great, more than great. He left you tiny notes all around the house, and you gave his cat-form scratches every time you found a new one. It worked for you two. But what you weren’t expecting is to be so fucking fond of him, of those tiny acts of service and those tiny notes that made you smile every time you spotted a new one. You… liked him. You liked him as a person, not as your werecat roommate anymore. And you didn’t know what to do about it.

Until the one day you came home tipsy after partying with your friends and he had to help you get out of your clothes, and into your pj’s. He looked so pretty and he was so nice… You confessed everything in a blur of alcohol and confusion, and you fell asleep before he could respond. The next day you woke up with breakfast ready and a werecat looking anxiously at you. You talked it out and… it worked out.

You dated for three months, experimenting with domming and subbing and all the things in between. Your werecat boyfriend was a lot more kinkier than expected, in the best possible way. You discovered he liked to bottom as much as he liked to top, and you enjoyed both, too. It was a match made in heaven… or more like in a weird alleyway on a night out.

And your shared kinky side had its perks sometimes...

You were looking at him walking past you when he turned around rapidly and knocked the glass of water off the table. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You screamed, the water going everywhere, your pants rapidly getting wet, too.

“Wha- I’m sorry.” He was looking at the glass on the floor like it personally victimized him, and it was lowkey funny.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, feeling confused by his behaviour and trying really hard not to laugh at the stupidity of the situation.

“I- I don’t know. It was close to the edge and I just… knocked it,” he was as confused as you about it. “I- I don’t know,” he looked hella guilty and you almost wanted to laugh. He never acted so much like a cat before.

And then you had an idea to calm the air between you two, sometimes you forgot he wasn’t exactly human- “You need some punishment for that,” you teased.

He looked at you with surprise but with a spark of interest in his eyes, his tail moving around as he asked: “I do?” He was so fucking cute sometimes you wanted to protect him against the whole world.

“Yes. To the bedroom, naked. Now.” You saw him running down the hall as you chuckled, following him. When you got to the bedroom, he was already sprawled on it, looking at you expectantly. “What’s your safe-word?” You asked, pulling your sleeves up slowly.

“Cream,” he answered instantly, his dick twitching and his ears moving around nervously. So fucking cute.

“Good boy,” you praised, making him blush and look down. “Hand and knees,” you ordered, thinking about a plan already. He obeyed instantly, his long tail moving in the air like it did when he was excited for something. “I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to use a dildo on your pretty hole. Are you okay with that?”

“Ye- Yes, mistress.” You fucking loved when he called you that, and he knew it. Smart kitten.

You grabbed your favorite paddle out of the toy cabinet, not showing it to him as you approached. You spanked him without heads up, making him cry out and push his ass back. His tail was moving around like crazy and you grabbed it with your free hand, pulling hard. He cried out again, a puddle of precum forming over the sheets already.

You spanked a total of ten times before he was a crying mess, his cheeks red and tears running down his face. His ass was angry red, and your paddle rested against your hand as you looked at your boyfriend drooling on the sheets. He looked phenomenal when he was all pliant and needy, his dick bobbing every time his body shivered with a caress.

You decided you had enough teasing, you wanted to ruin him, and you wanted it now. “Are you still doing okay? Do you want to continue? Do you need a breather?” You asked, always prioritizing his well-being.

“N- No, mistress, please. Keep going,” his voice was so raw after the crying that your panties got instantly drenched. The power trip of playing with him was so good you forgot how much you liked sometimes.

“Such a good boy. Such a good kitten.” You passed him a bottle of lube, making a mental note to get more soon. “Open yourself up as I get the dildo ready, kitten.” Your order was followed by a whine.

“Yes. Yes,” he answered, forgetting the most important part.

Your voice was harsh when you asked: “Yes, what? Do I have to take the paddle again?” You reached to get it before he cried out again.

“No. No, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress. Yes, I’ll prep myself. Thank you, mistress.” Such a cute kitten, always babbling when he was needy.

“That’s better. Prep yourself, you don’t want to keep me waiting, do you?” You knew you’d give him all the time he needed, but he liked to be good, and you wanted to ruin him tonight.

When you were naked and had your strap on all settled, you looked at him as he worked himself open slowly, looking at you over his shoulder, making these mewling sounds that drove you insane. You approached him, teasing the tip of the dildo against his gaping hole, alongside his fingers. You took his hand away, pressing your body against his back, pushing his face against the pillow as he panted. The dildo was right at his entrance, and you took it in your hand to play a little bit more with him. You teased him for a few minutes, enjoying his pitiful sounds and kissing his back tenderly, shushing him.

“Are you ready for me?” He nodded, burying his face on the pillow again, biting into it with his tiny fangs. You chuckled as you guided the dildo against his hole, pressing firmly but slowly.

By the time you were fully inside of him, tears were running down his face again and he couldn’t stop begging you to go faster, harder, to give him more. But you didn’t listen. You fucked him slowly, marveling at the sounds and pants, at his soft groans and pleas. He was such a good boy for you, you wanted to kiss him senseless, but first you were going to make him cum so hard he passed out.

When his hips were rolling back into yours, and he was doing those pretty sounds he did when he was about to cum, you ordered: “Come for me, kitten.” At your words, it was like lightning hit him, his whole body convulsed and his arms and legs gave out, falling into a puddle of his own come as he rutted against the mattress, prolonging his pleasure as you tilted your hips and hit his prostate repeatedly and he kept coming.

“Enough… Please, mistress, it’s too much.” You took pity on him and stopped moving, taking the dildo out and kissing his back until his breathing came back to normal. “I guess I have to be bad more frequently,” he finally said, making you laugh so hard you almost fell off the bed.

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 8 months

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There's definitely a conversation to be had about the presentation of real historical figures in historical fiction, I think. As both a professional historian (PhD student 🤘🏾😔) and a man of color, I'm a bit more sensitive to this than a lot of people, and for me it always comes down to the question - what real harm is being done here?

And that's where I think OFMD does well enough for me to be comfortable. If you look at the fact that the show is based on real-life terrible people who did awful things and participated in the slave trade and you don't wanna fuck with the show, that's completely understandable, but I find it so much more palatable than (for the easy comparison) a piece of media like Black Sails (I actually like Black Sails, believe it or not, but there are a lot of things about how it treats many of these same figures that make me uncomfortable).

Now, yes, OFMD is hand-wavey with the slave trade in the Caribbean. None of our main characters own slaves or directly reference the slave trade (again, this is a romcom, I'd be shocked if they did). For me, this works alright for two big reasons. First, there are things that I think you can include in a romcom and have it still be a romcom, and a thoughtful, respectful depiction of the slave trade would take the show firmly out of romcom territory. Second, the show doesn't pretend racism doesn't exist, it treats its characters of color as three-dimensional people, and we always get the last laugh when racism is depicted. The very first episode sets the scene by having racist English Navy officers demean and call a Black character "slave" and they immediately get their asses kicked for it. Compare this to a show like Black Sails, where one of my main criticisms is how we're expected to sympathize with characters who actively participate in the slave trade and own slaves.

My other thing here is the people OFMD is working with are both heavily mythologized and not treated with any degree of historical accuracy. Many of our characters who are famous pirate names you might know are nothing like their real-world counterparts (take pirate queen Zheng Yi Sao, who wasn't even born yet when the show takes place). We know so little about any of the real people, anyway, that OFMD doesn't even bother trying to get anything right.

Like I said, I'm a professional historian and I love working with the golden age of piracy. That's a big reason I was drawn to this show in the first place! And if there's one thing I know, it's that pirates have been made into legends. We know very little about the real people, and in pop culture they're just myths.

The characters in OFMD are basically fictional characters working with the loose mythology based around the real people.

Now, back to my big thesis here: are the real, awful people benefitting in any way from OFMD taking these characters and making them into the good guys? Realistically, no, I'd argue. Most people with any critical thinking skills know that real pirates were not good people. Many people think Blackbeard is a made-up generic pirate character as it is. I've been to the real-life Stede Bonnet's grave site (NOT for the show, this was years before it aired and I was visiting the archives there to see the trial documents for a research project), and the historic marker there says he was "brought to justice." No one is wataching this show and thinking "oh those real guys must have been pretty great dudes!" because it's not about those real people.

This show isn't trying to change your perception of the real people, it's showing you fictional characters with the same names. One of our characters is runnig around in crocs, this show isn't trying to teach you about history or the real people and it's obvious.

If you're put off by the premise, I get it! But I just don't buy the idea that OFMD is putting anything harmful into the world just by existing.

#ofmd #our flag means death

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habitsbf · 3 months

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since the slenderverse documentary is coming out, theres some things id like to say about it.

for starters, this documentary took 18 MONTHS to make. it probably took alex hera so much time to get ahold of all the actors involved and put together the documentary. we should appreciate alex for all the effort that was put into this, they worked hard to make this happen.

next thing i want to mention is how weird it is people are only really focusing on evan jennings and tim sutton. i understand we are all excited to see them since they kinda backed away from the internet a bit, but are you guys forgetting WHY they did? they want to live normal lives and be treated like normal people, so the fact some of you are literally editing the short clips we got of them from the literal TRAILOR is genuinely so weird. they are not celebrities. its a documentary, not an actual slenderverse series. they are just a couple of dudes being dudes.

we should appreciate ALL the actors involved, even if the series they are from isnt one you PERSONALLY favor or havent watched yet. the slenderverse is a community, so many creative people worked together to give us the media we all love and enjoy today. every series has its own unique aspect to it and i absolutely love that. they all took the idea of slenderman and turned it into something way beyond just him.

now, last thing id like to mention involves one specific actor in particular, and thats jeffery koval. as much as we love everymanhybrid and the character he played, we cannot look past the fact he is an abuser. him being in the documentary is super cool! we get to hear his side of things! but lets not forget what he did. im aware hes trying to get better and be a better person, which is super great and all, but we still cant just forgive him. it is not our apology to accept. PLEASE remember that.

#here i go again #slenderverse #everymanhybrid #whisperedfaith #marble hornets #mlandersen0 #darkharvest00 #tulpa effect #stan frederick #lotsa tags sorry

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mt-oe · 2 months

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Hey girl I’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but I’m feeling a lil toxic so I’d like to request something in which the reader was stuck in a situationship with Mizu but ended it, much to Mizu’s (toxic ass) surprise but maybe Mizu does miss her and reach out and tells her she wants to give a relationship a chance? Can be nsfw if you’re comfortable with that. Should you accept this request thank you and yay 🩷 and if not then that’s okay and I hope you have an amazing day 🫶

𝐈𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬—modern mizu

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for requesting this! I love this idea so much, so much so that I truly hope I actually cooked.

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, smut (mdni!), sub mizu, masturbation, oral, angst, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note/s: I'm not trying to antagonize the characters, by the way except for mikio fuck that bitch

"‘𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑎’ 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 ‘𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠: 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦: 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠’. 𝑆𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠."

Life was many things. It could be the sudden burst of energy you got after a single cup of coffee, the feeling of being approached by the stray cat you've always tried to pet, and maybe even the feeling of finally getting yourself a sweet little treat. It could be the feeling of finding something you actually like after feeling empty, numb, and directionless for most of your life, or maybe even the feeling finally resting from being useful for most of your life.

However, it isn't always the wonderful feeling of fulfillment. Sometimes, you spiral down into a empty void filled, desperately trying to claw yourself out. It gnaws at you, devours your hopelessness and spits you into the cruel world.

One moment, you can't feel your face. Another moment, god, you can't fucking feel your face.

Life was a coin.

A head and a tail.

An unturned card.

A switch.

But to you, like the hopeless fool you are, it was the woman standing inside the gymnasium, laughing at whatever her—err...senior? Was this dude even a student? Whatever the fuck he was—was saying. You knew the look she was giving him, eyelashes fluttering and the small smile she gave when she was giving her full attention. Your life was interested in him. She was interested in him.

Fuck.

"It's fine. She's probably just having a friendly conversation," you muttered quietly to yourself, a desperate prayer to try and calm yourself down. She hasn't said anything yet anyway. Who were you to be jealous?

Sure, you kissed a few times, with and without tongue, but that didn't mean anything yet, right?

Okaaaaay. Maybe you went further than kissing, like y'know, holding hands and shit like that.

Speaking of her hands, you fucking love her hands.

How rough and calloused it was, how long it was. Every time she touched you, fluttering was an understatement to what the butterflies in your stomach were doing. You love her hands so much, you memorized every callous, every scar, every mole. The rough feel already engraved in your body's memory. How it felt in your hand, on your shoulder, on your cheeks, on your hips, in your pussy. You memorized it down to its length.

But that didn't mean anything, right?

Gathering the courage, you slowly approached her. Each step felt heavier than the last, the echo of your heartbeat ringing in your ears every time your feet made contact with the floor. The lump forming in your throat wouldn't go away no matter how many times you swallowed. Your mind was spinning, like the world was shrinking and it was just you...her and whoever the fuck this man was.

It wasn't like he was that great, right? I mean, come on, he looks old enough to be your dad or uncle or something. Surely, Mizu wouldn't like someone so geriatric-looking, right? And that look of interest she's giving, it's probably just because she doesn't want to seem uninterested. They're probably just having a friendly conversation about sword practice...right?

You weren't crazy. There was no way you were. Not over someone who wasn't yours. It wasn't your fault your heart skipped a beat when she was around. No, you weren't crazy.

You lost count of the amount of prayers you recited in your mind, praying to every deity for this to be some sort of sick joke.

'Please...'

Time slowed down as her hands made its way to the man's cheek. Her eyes were warm and loving, contrasting her cool blue irises. Contrasting the cold stare she gave when she looked at you.

'...whoever is out there..'

Her eyes making contact with yours for a brief moment, the cold stare returning before melting as her focus flickered back to his. Mizu tilted her head slightly, leaning closer to the man, lips slightly parted. Disgust ran through your throat, piling up like bile wanting to shoot up your esophagus, as he wrapped his arms around her. Fuck get away from her please. I beg you..

'...please.'

The moment their lips made contact, you stopped walking. Your world stopped spinning for a moment. An indescribable feeling of emptiness clawed its way inside you, settling there like a black hole. You just stood there, watching them as they pulled each other closer, hands on each other. The hands you love so much on someone else.

Was this still a friendly conversation?

"𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠٫ 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡٫ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡٫ 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦٫ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜٫ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑎𝑛-𝑝𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑٫ 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠’-𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚٫ 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑒٫ 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑’𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠."

Mikio.

Not long after, you found out that the man's name was Mikio. He was Mizu's senior, held back a year after getting in trouble with the department head. They both met thanks to her mother but coincidentally had been members of the same team.

She didn't like him at first. However, as days passed by, he slowly grew on her. Her heart started warming up to him, beating for him.

While yours was beating for her.

Everyday.

While you were still talking, kissing, fucking, they had been sharing affectionate glances at each other, genuine affection like ones you always wished for. They were probably acting all lovey-dovey while you remained there...hoping and oblivious. A gullible stupid piece of shit.

Did she feel the same butterflies as you did when he walked in the same room as her? Did she memorize his hands the same way you memorized hers? Could she read his expressions the same way you read her one-hundred-and-one glares?

The same one she was giving you right now.

You stood frozen in your spot, hand gripping your phone, her 'it wasn't that serious' message flashed on the screen. What the hell were you thinking? Coming here to confront her and all that. What did you think was going to happen? That she'll magically lose interest in him?

No, that wasn't going to happen.

Not when she was so head over heels for him.

Your eyes stared as the person of your affection stood at the other end of the hall. God she was still so beautiful—tall, well-built, and so fucking pretty. Even when her sharp eyes were glaring at you, she was still the prettiest person on this earth.

Her new lover couldn't even amount to how majestic she looked, and yet, he somehow beat you to her heart.

Resignation weighed down on you like the ten ton truck, running you over, going 120 miles per hour. Your throat tightened up as tears threatened to form at the corner of your eyes. The courage you had built up, thinking you would be able to at least talk to her, was now burned down.

Before she could even turn to face you, your feet were already carrying you down the hall. A coward, that's what you are. You could barely even face her, what made you think you could do this?

'Fuck. That was so embarrassing,' your bitter thoughts told you, hot tears dripping down from your eyes. You continued down the hall, looking for the emptiest comfort room available to sob like a pathetic fucking loser. A part of you still refused to believe that all of this was true, but another part of you could feel itself dying. The least you could do for yourself is to save face and move on.

Fuck. That was so embarrassing.

"𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛٫ 𝐼𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑠٫ 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑚٫ 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠’-𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑢𝑚𝑏٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦٫ 𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘."

It had already been a few months since you've stopped talking with Mizu. Time had already passed and the intense longing for her soon dissipated into a dull ache residing in the corners of your heart. You were okay for the most part, except for the fantasies of you and her together coming back when you saw shades of blue resembling her eyes.

Though honestly, that happened a bit too often to let you forget about her.

The 'what if's in your mind had stopped running its course. Even your imagination had stopped visualizing you and her together. It was as if she was just a little side quest, the bizarre news you said you'd never forget but you never remembered enough of anyway, a fond memory if fond memories had teeth and could tear your insides out. A silly little laugh you'd tell whoever loved you enough in the future to stay with you, if anyone loved you long enough to stay with you.

Life was no longer the woman standing in front your door with her eyebrows knitted together, eyes narrowed at you, and lips parted slightly as warm puffs of air came out in a soft pant. You no longer cared for the way her clothes and hair clung to her, how she was soaked to the bone with water still dripping onto your cute little welcome mat, how her jaw tensed up from the cold. No. You were over her, you said to yourself.

...

"Can I come in?"

"Sure. Come on in."

Are you sure you were over her?

The ticking noises made by the clock was muffled slightly by the sound of the pouring rain outside your window. Rain drops pitter-pattered on the roof loudly, mimicking the pounding of your heart. There you laid on the sofa, eyes glued to the ceiling as the woman of your dreams laid on your chest, arms wrapped around you tightly as if she loved you.

Her beautiful blue eyes were closed shut as she savored the warmth of your body against hers, seemingly loving the way you wrapped your arms around her as if she was a porcelain doll, careful yet warm. Her ear pressed against the left side of your chest, listening to your heartbeat like a lullaby exclusively for her.

You don't really understand how it happened. The universe just really had some odd and cruel ways of giving you heaven. Such as seeing Mizu soaked to the bone in front of your doorsteps, giving you a heart too weak to send her off, compassion too big to leave her shivering in her wet clothes, and a love too great to move on.

After taking a warm shower and changing her clothes, she remained silent, expression solemn as she ordered you to lay on the sofa which brings you to your current situation.

"Care to explain now?" you said, voice dripping with concern despite how nonchalant you tried to sound. A grunt reverberated from her throat before she shifted on her spot. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around her tighter, hand moving to the back of her head to stroke her damp hair.

A long moment of silence later, she finally spoke, heaviness unmatched. "They sabotaged my match." Your arms tightened their hold on her in surprise, blood running cold.

You knew how important her tournaments were for her. Sword fighting was Mizu's life, something that made her feel alive. It meant more than anyone or anything in this world to her. She spent years upon years training endlessly. Anyone who would get in the way was asking for hell. "Sabotage? Who in their right mind—?"

"Who else?" she answered, voice heavy and snapping with hatred. Thoughts raced through your mind, listing down every possible suspect, from her known enemies to her friends, thinking of who could have been so cruel to her. A name popped in your mind, but..it couldn't be? Right?

You bit the inside of your cheek, giving the soft flesh a slight nibble before stating your guess. "Was it...Mikio?" you asked hesitantly.

Your guess was confirmed to be true upon feeling her body tense up at the mention of the man's name. Rage seething out from her system, so thick you could almost physically feel it. "What? But he loves y—"

"—That's what I thought too," she cut you off, hand moving to grip the side of your shirt. Her heart beating so loudly in her chest it was practically pounding. "That...that bastard bribed the judges," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Him and my own mother."

The little demon in your conscience was hollering, shouting that she totally deserved it for ditching you after stealing your heart. A part of you wanted to rub salt against her wounds, make her feel the heartbreak you felt. However, the small crack in her voice had somehow pierced its way in and made your heartache. The genuine pain coating it haunted you. It made you want to rip your heart out and offer it to her, tell her to use it to mend the rips in hers.

"That's...I'm so sorry," you sighed out, hand moving to her cheek, stroking it like she was the most fragile thing on the planet. Only the sound of her breathing could be heard before the sound of her ragged sniffling hit your ears. Warm tears soaked through your shirt as she cried silently, hiding her face on your chest. Each sniffle weighing your heart down. It tore you apart to see her like this.

Minutes felt like hours, each tic of the clock in tempo with the gradually increasing heaviness you felt in your chest. After what felt like forever, her sniffles died down to slow and deep breaths before she finally looked up at you and spoke, "You won't...go anywhere, right?"

You could only smile at the question and nod, hand on her head pausing their movements. Her blue orbs stared at you, blinking slowly as she took your answer in. "You're really stupid, you know that?" she breathed out, closing her eyes. "Are you sure you won't go anywhere?" her voice could be heard, doubt making your heart ache.

"As sure as your heartbeat on top of mine." Don't doubt my love for you.

"𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙٫ 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ‘𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢٫ 𝐼𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑠٫ 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦٫ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠٫ 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑤٫ 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩٫ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚. 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠."

For a moment in your life, you thought everything was going well. She was finally spending time with you again. Though it could be your imagination, her actions seemed more affectionate than usual. The way she squeezed your hand a tad tighter, her eyes lingered on you when she smiled, and her 'goodnight's and 'have you eaten's felt a lot more caring.

It finally felt like you had a chance now.

During her club activities, she had met a few more friends. You were relieved for her, happy that she wouldn't be lonely and that she'd have people to spend time with. Sometimes, you'd even join them when they ate or watched them when they trained.

Along with you was a girl named Akemi, who would sit and watch them as well. If pretty was a person, she'd look just like her. Akemi grew up in a rich and well off family. She was polite, graceful, well-spoken, and intelligent. A dream girl.

And you weren't the only person who noticed it too. As time passed by, you watched as Mizu was once again swept off her feet away from you. She was captivated beyond imagination.

At first, you were fine with it. What wasn't there to love about Akemi? Even you couldn't help but enjoy her company. What seemed like platonic hangouts and accidental glances during training were the moments the woman you love was falling in love with someone else, all happening in front of you.

You felt so stupid not realizing it earlier. The way she went to her instead of you after training, staying late after lectures just to hangout with her, and the enchantment in her eyes when she looked her way.

It was only when she admitted it to you, on a sunny day in a small quiet cafe did you finally understand. "I like her," she told you in a soft voice, filled with happiness and affection, squeezing your heart in a way that you couldn't even describe. Her eyes, usually so cold and emotionless, were shining with every thought of her. "She's...so beautiful. I can't help it."

Fuck. That shit hurted.

The once healed stitches in your heart tore open once again, bleeding out at her words. You wished you could rip it out of your chest and step on it as she stepped on yours. Weight settled in your lungs, throat tightening, and head dizzying.

How much more of this did you have to endure?

"Hey..." Your hand reached out, wanting to hold hers before hesitating and placing it on her shoulder instead. The lump in your throat becoming more and more difficult to swallow with every second that passed by.

You wanted to scream at her, to tell her that you were here first, to tell her that you loved her more than she could ever like anyone else, to ask her why couldn't she just fall in love with you instead after all the times you shared together.

But you couldn't. She was so happy.

If Mizu was water, Akemi was the moon. Even if you were the sun, burning brightly to see yourself in her, she'd reach and crash tirelessly just to reach her moon.

Her heart was big, you knew it. Her heart would fall in love again, but it fell in love with everyone. Everyone except you.

You exhaled softly, steadying your breath before smiling warmly at her. "I'm glad you're choosing someone attractive this time," you joked at her, laughing at how she narrowed her eyes and rolled at you. The slight smile on her face tearing at you. "Oh shut up," she groaned, laughing a bit with you.

"But I'm really happy for you this time," you whispered, finger curling around the handle of your mug, lifting it to take a nice long sip. The circumference of the mug hiding your face from her as you lifted it a bit higher, keeping it between your lips for a moment, pausing the sips just to breathe a bit and keep yourself together.

"Tell me if you need help" you told her reassuringly once you had placed the mug down on the coaster once again. "I'll always be here for you, okay?" Collecting dust and waiting for you.

"𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑥 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑: 𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠٫ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑎𝑟-𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠٫ 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟." -𝙾𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚔 𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸:𝟷𝟾𝟹-𝟸𝟹𝟻

With the number of times you've seen her adoring stares and the amount of aches you endured, time finally passed. Your heart was separate from the world, and in here, the seasons have passed and flowers have bloomed and wilted several times. The music finally stopped. Your soul has collected dust. The immense pain finally turned into a dull ache—a numb sensation.

Time really did heal all wounds, but maybe this was all the healing you could do. Indifference to the love she gave her.

What seemed like another ring of hell to others was the quiet calm you always wished to feel. The serenity of not wanting to rip your own throat out whenever you saw them together. The ability to dissociate from your person when her name came out of Akemi's mouth. The apathy to allow you to be happy.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You could finally live without her as your life. The gears in your heart finally stopped.

Now all you saw in her was a friend. Even as she stood in front of you, forlorn smile on her face. Love finally turned to loved. Like a broken television, only static could be heard in your once restless mind.

"Can I come in?" she asked, lifting a plastic bag she held in her hands. A hand on your hip, you looked at her, skeptical of what was inside. She opened the plastic to show you the content, beer and a bottle of gin. "Why do you come to me whenever you have problems?" you sighed at her, opening the door further anyways.

She chuckled and walked in, removing her shoes. "I couldn't think of anyone else," she answered, bitter smile on her face. With a small huff, you took the plastic bag from her and readied the alcohol on the coffee table. "Fine, I'll order some chicken."

"Thanks."

...

A couple of drinks turned into a whole mess. At first you thought she was just here to unwind, eat chicken paired with some beer, and tell you her problems. However, as the cans piled up and the shots lost their taste, you soon found Mizu kneeling in front of you, cheeks flushed as she pressed her lips along the softness of your legs. Her eyes desperate, burning with affection for you. The same affection that you had yearned for, now meaningless to you.

"Fuck...I need you," she whispered, voice low and heavy as her kisses traveled up your leg, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands placed themselves at the back of her head, fingers entangling themselves within the locks of her hair. "Mizu," you breathed out, head leaning against the cushions. "What about Akemi?"

Her movement paused for a moment, eyes turning into a slight glare before she grunted and placed her lips back on your skin. "She has a boyfriend now," she muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at it lightly. "Some rich man her father arranged her marriage with."

The rough hands you used to hold with much endearment pushed against your thighs, lifting herself up and leaning closer. "Besides, I realized something..." The sofa squeaked under both your weights as she continued to lean closer. Blue hypnotizing you as your eyes met. Her pupils dilated, looking up at you in an almost pleasing manner. With the gin working its magic, she lost most control over her inhibitions, and in a breath said...

"I love you."

Your eyes, despite the wooziness from the alcohol, widened at her whispered confession. Throat shutting close, making it difficult for you to breath. All you could manage was to narrow your eyes at her and stare.

You couldn't believe it. It felt like some weird illusion to you. It was like none of this was real. The words you've dreamt of hearing were now directed towards you, finally towards you and yet, it felt like a sick joke.

At your silence, she leaned closer until your foreheads were touching. Her gaze soft, affectionate, and pleading. Slowly, her warm lips captured yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly, pulling you closer.

You used to imagine yourself in this situation, thoughts drifting to dreamland in the middle of the day, hopelessly praying for it to come true. Your thoughts would run wild like a lovestruck teenager, heart going a thousand miles per hour. But now that you were living what you once dreamed of, all you felt was numb.

Fuck the universe, you thought, putting a hand on her nape to pull her in as you kissed back with mirrored passion. Lips parting slightly to let your tongues dance together in a heated match. Small groans and ragged breaths echoing through the walls of your apartment as your tongues caressed each other's languidly.

One hand traveled under your shirt, touch roaming the warmth and expanse of your skin, savoring how soft you felt. Each finger pressing softly, feeling each rib until her rough palm landed on your breast. She smiles ever so slightly as you moan into the kiss, returning it with a groan of her own upon squeezing and feeling how soft the mound of flesh was in her hand.

Her other hand hurriedly undid the knot on the drawstring of your shorts, pulling the clothing down your thighs, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. You could feel her gliding her hand across your thighs, giving it a little squeeze, heat further rushing through her system at how soft you felt. Traveling up, her hand reached the thin fabric of your underwear, feeling how wet you were becoming.

A thin line of saliva connected your lips together as both of you pulled away, the burning feeling from the lack of oxygen frustratingly getting in the way. Mizu panted audibly, her cheeks to the tip of her ears flushed from the alcohol running in her blood and the amount of desire she had for you.

You watched as she readjusted her position, moving until she was face-to-face with your clothed sex. "I...I love you," she repeated, still panting. Suddenly, she pressed her nose against your panties, causing both of you to groan softly, her senses going overdrive at the feel and smell of sex. "Fuck. I can feel you throbbing."

Her own hands hurriedly unbuttoning her pants, pulling it down while she pressed her nose against your panties, rubbing against your clit. Your soft mewls sounded so cute to her. You were an angel. You always have been to her. Wanting to hear more, she pressed her lips against the damp spot on your underwear, feeling how slippery it was underneath. The smell becoming more intense and addicting like a drug meant for her.

Unable to resist, she kicked her pants off, one hand traveling to her own panties. But before she could even press a finger against the wetness seeping through her underwear, the soft plush of your thighs squeezed each side of her face, trapping her head between them. Your foot nudged her hand away, depriving her of the chance to pleasure herself, causing her to look up.

"Who said you could touch yourself?" you asked her, looking down at her with a dark stare. She narrowed her drunken eyes at you in confusion and disbelief. Stubbornly, she tried to touch herself again, only for your foot to nudge her hand away even harsher. The loss of control dawned on her, sending shivers down her spine. "Touching yourself when you haven't even pleased me. I thought you love me?"

Mizu opened her mouth to answer back, but the overwhelming need to please you swept the words from her mouth. Swallowing thickly, hands once again moving to your underwear. Opening your legs slightly, you allowed her to pull the flimsy piece of fabric down, exposing yourself to her. It wasn't the first time she's seen your cunt, but this time it felt different.

Different to her at least.

She looked up at you only to be met with your impatient stare, making her shrink in her place. Maybe it was just her, but this time you felt...cold. An inexplainable shake choking her throat, hoping that it was only the alcohol; but undeniably and embarrassingly, it was turning her on. Slowly, she spread your folds with the index finger and thumb of her left hand, tongue darting out to give you a slow lick.

"That's it..." you moaned at her, spreading one thigh outward to give her better access. A groan left her lips as your fingers entangled themselves within her locks. You moved your foot, running it across her panties, eliciting a whimper from her lips. With the small reward, Mizu began eagerly moving her tongue across your folds. Her own moans matching yours as you moved your foot in rhythm with her tongue.

Just as she was about to move up to your clit, you stopped her again, hand pulling on her hair. "Show me," you breathed out, panting softly. Mizu looked confused until she felt your foot tug on the elastic of her underwear. Obediently, she pulled her own panties down and slowly started touching herself, moaning loudly as she encircled her clit with her fingers.

It was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing, to be in such a lewd and vulnerable position. But god, she was so wet.

You pushed her head close to your pussy, her tongue immediately darting out and licked at your clit, one hand spreading your folds while the other pleased herself. Your moans mixed together like a chorus of pleasure. Her fingers slowly pushed themselves into the warmth of her cunt, causing her moans to grow louder.

More and more, the world around her started getting hazy as she got drunk from the taste of your pussy. The intensity of her desire making her mind swirl and her heart swell. She looked up, admiring your appearance, eyes half-lidded and glossed over, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen.

It could be the alcohol, but were you always this pretty when she ate you out?

"I...I..love you," she moaned out, movements growing more desperate and erratic as she moved her fingers faster. Mizu could feel her own climax coming close, her breath growing more ragged with every thrust. "...need you so fucking bad.."

Her tongue moving hungrily, wanting to taste you more, as if you were the best thing she's ever had. Like a starved sinner, you were the touch of cold water on the tip of her tongue.

You could feel your orgasm drawing closer, waves of pleasure causing the coil of your climax to tighten. "A-ah..Mizu...'m gonna fucking cum," you moaned, fingers tightening their grip around her hair. Her tongue picked up its pace, desperately wanting to drive you to the edge. There was no helping herself. She was too drunk on you.

With a bitten back moan, orgasm washed over you, body twitching, pussy throbbing against her tongue. The wet appendage made its way inside your entrance, thrusting itself in and out, letting you ride down the euphoria of your orgasm on her. Her own orgasm taking over her, making her moan loudly against your cunt. Wet squelching sounds could be heard as she continued to fuck herself on her fingers, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her high.

Pulling her tongue and finger out, she collapsed against your thigh exhaustedly, the leftover drunkenness from the gin and beer still making her woozy. She wrapped her arms around your hips as your body relaxed as well, snuggling against you subtly.

"I love you. I was a fool not realizing it before," she mumbled against your skin, the sound of genuine guilt and affection mixing into her regularly gruff voice. "Please. Just...give me a chance," her voice croaked out. The few octaves raised would have tugged at your heartstrings before, but genuinely, you felt nothing now.

Your hands gently combed through her hair, looking at her with what she could only hope to be affection, before sighing. A smile tugged up your lips, making her breath hitch. Slowly and with fond gentleness, your hands traced the features of her face, moving to run your thumb across her bottom lip.

"I love you too," you said affectionately, words lacking meaning.

The lie brought a smile to her face, her still-wet hand holding on to yours. Hope and love running through her oblivious self.

There was no more Mikio, Akemi, or whoever else had captured her heart. Only you.

They were the moon, the object of the sea's affection. You longed so long to be like them.

But you were the sun

and Mizu was just Icarus.

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what is the sonic franchise's problem? why does every concept have to be stretched to death and then discarded entirely?

"What is the Sonic franchise's problem" is such a broad question these days because there's so many layers to so many different parts of the franchise but ultimately it boils down to two things:

Time and money.

The way capitalism works in creative fields is that if you prove you can do it faster and cheaper, then you have to keep doing it faster and cheaper. The more you save the company time and money, the better it is for them.

And at least in the case of Sonic games, they've had long stints where they get made dangerously quickly. Even as far back as Sonic 2, that game spent a long time in the concept phase that eventually got thrown out as they rushed the final game to completion. Sonic 3 legendarily came together in as little as 6-9 months after the original pitch (a pseudo-3D isometric game) fell apart.

Sonic Adventure 2 was made by half the people in half the time as Sonic Adventure 1. Rush and crunch on Sonic Heroes was so bad one of their level designers was hospitalized for months due to exhaustion related illness. Takashi Iizuka stepped up and basically doubled his workload to cover for that guy and has publicly said he lost over 30 pounds because of the stress.

He then worked so hard on Shadow the Hedgehog, the next game after Sonic Heroes, that he straight up burned out and left the Sonic franchise for like six years. If you check the credits for Shadow, Takashi Iizuka is attached as the director, game designer, level designer, story writer, and CG movie supervisor. The dude carried half that entire game in an era where directors did not get their hands dirty like that.

Sonic Unleashed in 2008 was a change in form in that it was a very expensive game. So expensive that people working on the game complained that they were wasting too much money on details nobody would be able to appreciate because you were always moving too fast.

So Sega changed gears. Sonic Generations looked like another big money sink, so they brought in Morio Kishimoto, a guy who came up through games like Sonic & The Secret Rings and Sonic & The Black Knight. Secret Rings in particular was a huge success story for Sega: it was immensely cheap and produced incredibly quickly, and when compared to the bomb known as Sonic 06, Secret Rings looked and played like gold.

Kishimoto was given the dying embers of a failed Wii port of Sonic Generations, which he quickly and cheaply turned around into Sonic Colors, and again, it was a runaway success compared to the very expensive and divisive Sonic Unleashed.

And so once again, Sonic games erred towards faster and cheaper and faster and cheaper and faster and cheaper. That was Kishimoto's style.

I was watching someone stream Sonic Lost World for their first time a few days ago, and in theory, the concept of the game makes sense. Kishimoto is open about saying that Sonic Colors was them trying to inject a little Mario flavor into a Sonic game, so Sonic Lost World is trying to be Sonic Colors 2, and it's a lot more overt with its Mario inspiration. And it's a lot worse, too.

That's because Mario games incubate for years and years and years, building and iterating ideas until they are perfectly cut, highly polished finished products. Sonic games are rammed through production as fast as possible, square pegs forced through round holes, exhausted developers making the best of table scraps, and they are covered in rough edges and misshapen gameplay.

Every time you play a bad Sonic game and see the twinkle of a good idea, that's a seed of greatness that was not properly cultivated and given room to grow, because cheaper and faster makes them more money.

This is why you hear people say they hope the success of Sonic Frontiers will get Sega to increase the budget for future Sonic games again, because it's REALLY clear they were making a game out of basically nothing.

(I am not holding my breath.)

#questions #Anonymous #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team

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ihaznoclue · 1 month

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Liar...

Pairing -> Von Lycaon x Reader

Note -> I thought of this idea myself and wanted to write it, also this is like a crossover with ZZZ and Arcane

Summary -> You were close friends with Lyacon when you were younger, but after he vanished without saying anything, you believed he had passed away. Nevertheless, you two eventually crossed paths again

Genre -> Angst (who doesn’t love angst I do! 🙋 even though I'm writing an angst fic Hehehe >:) )

I'm just going to call the vampire dude - Vlad 'Great ruler'

The 'thief in the moonlight' was a title you went by, and you took pride in it to convince your friends that you deserved that title.

You guys were inseparable. Lycaon and Vlad gave you the vibe of siblings rivalry, always fighting.'

Vlad always made Lycaon say his lines as you didn't do anything but do your own thing, by stealing at night so no-one could see your face. You were quite happy to do this job.

Nevertheless, things get worse. Since Lycaon hasn't returned from his mission, it's possible that something bad happened to him. You were growing concerned, Lycaon was nowhere to be found or heard in hours into the night.

"Vlad, it has been hours since Lycaon left. What if something were to happen to him?" Vlad appeared to be somewhat at ease and not bothered at all , but you were worried.

You heard Vlad sigh, "Maybe something did happen to him, but we can't let that set us back on our jobs. Can we now?" Vlad spoke. You were set aside from his words but you couldn't argue as you sighed "Yes Sir" You bowed your head in apology.

That was the day that you thought that Lycaon has died..

Its been years now, you've grown and changed, you've grown out your hair quite a lot to the point you had to braid it. You also got some tattoos for yourself because why not.

You been with Vlad for years now, never leaving his side, it was like he adopted you. But Vlad would be irritated by your actions sometimes but he can't do anything about it can he?

You been seeming to wonder off on your own since well you can and there is no-one to tell you off, since your parents died from ethereals when they went into the hollow when you were 6 years old.

Now you've become stronger, more mindful of your own freedom.

Rumors were spreading fast about the 'thief in the moonlight', You were quite happy about the rumors that have been spreading throughout New Eridu about you, you have always desired fame. A well-known figure who the public knows from your 'amazing' deeds.

It was quite interesting of how 'famous' you've become in a new place called New Eridu.

But everything goes to shit in one day.. You were minding your own business in Vlad's hideout, but you had a hideout of your own.

Markings everywhere, swinging lights hanging from above, below with a deep hole with you loved to throw your created explosives down there and watch the fire roar up to the surface.

Your own little experiment table as you love to experiment new things that you stole, seeing if it was worthy of showing Vlad or not or just simply turn it into something more valuable. You wanted to impress him as much as possible.

You were now hiding on top of the roof in Vlad's office, you loved to stay up there without anyone knowing except for Vlad. He was sitting on his chair near his desk as he minded his own business.

You were swinging your legs back and forth as you became bored. Bored out of your mind, you did many experiments already and you had nothing else to do

"Vlad" You spoke, Vlad looked up at you with his fiery red eyes. "Yes dear?" He asked

"Can I do something? Rather than staying here doing nothing" You stated, Vlad smiled with his fangs. "Of course dear, Just don't cause any more trouble" He noted, the last time you messed up his plans was last week when you 'accidently' exploded a part of the New Eridu city, you didn't mean to, you just left your shark looked dynamite there that's all.

"Yeah, Yeah I won't" You bragged, you got off on the roof, landing in front of his desk. "I won't cause any messes" You smiled innocently

Vlad nodded you off, you knew he needed his space to do his work so you left without any seconds. You went back to your hideout as you grabbed a few things and a few of your explosives just for emergencies as well as your experiments and a bag to collect things.

It was almost night, you decided to go to the ballet twins building since there was so many goods in there as well as a hollow, you wanted to have some fun.

You chose a perfect time to go in, 9:30pm. Another 30 minutes as you'll sneak right in, you tried to hide from people. You didn't want to get caught now did you?

You waited and waited until it was time to shine and show your skills. You climbed up where you have found a window to break through, this was going to be perfect.

But...

The problem was, you didn't know what lurks in that building this evening. You jumped through the window and landed on the surface below you.

While you were sneaking inside you could hear some voice, so you followed to see that their were guards, holding a girl captive. She had pink hair as her mouth was covered making her voice muffled up.

It wasn't your problem but you wanted to have a little bit of fun with these people.

Meanwhile... with the cunning hares

"We're here"

"The ballet twins.."

"Ooo~ Impressive"

The figures continued to walk around, Billy and Nekomata seeming to be cold form the fog

"Urgh, this place is cold, huh?"

"Yeah... It may look all glitzy, but something doesn't feel right.." Nekomata tried to grab Billy's jacket but then went to Anby instead

"Hm, be careful everyone. There's thick fog in here - it may hold danger"

There was a noise, it was the bangboo sculpture that fell down making everyone go into fight or flight mode

Billy nervously chuckled

"Phew, that almost made me jump, ha.. haha"

The talking scarf bangboo sighed

"I don't think we should stick around here, let's hurry up and find her"

They all went to find the girl

Nekomata stretched

"Phew, we did it"

"Anby, what you felt, that was the ethereals right!?"

"Hmm.. Not sure. Was it?"

"So Manager, where should we go from here?"

"Hang on, Let me check.." The bangboo spoke

Nekomata stretched again as she started to clean herself

behind her was red bling as it went straight towards her, but Anby with quick reflexes managed to grab her in time to pull her back

"Nekomata!"

Nekomata stumbled as she landed, sitting as she rubbed her nose

"Y-Yowsers, I thought that was gonna take my nose off!"

"Are those... scissors?" The bangboo asked

Then there was footsteps in the distance

"Who's there?" Anby was ready to fight

She walked backwards to her group, pulling out her sword half way out

The footsteps sounded closer as it stopped

"You are all very skilled. It's no wonder you are able to walk around the building unhindered - but please stop there"

The stranger adjusted his clothing

"A wolf thiren?"

"The Ballet Twins are private property and are currently closed to visitors"

He pulled out a watch form his breast pocket as he opened it

"I will allow you thirty seconds to explain your presence, Before I decided whether or not..."

"Wahh!"

A part of a round chainsaw, moving across from the ground as it landed right in front of Anby and the other who were behind her

The wolf thiren coughed

"In short, this place is not currently open to the public, and I..."

He's ear twitched as noises were heard

"I'm sure I have stressed - both the floors and one's weapon should be kept in pristine condition, have I not?"

A little girl with long green pigtails ran up

"Sorry, Mr. Lycaon, I'm really sorry.."

She grabbed her weapon that was about to fall and then bowed in apology

"Ugh.. So tired"

"Ellen, stay on task... Professionalism!"

"Tch... Coming"

Nekomata noticed something about the girl with the pigtails

"Hm? Corin? Is that you?"

"Huh? Oh, Miss Nekomata! And the investigator!"

"Corin, do you know them?"

"Yes, Mr. Lycaon! They're the nice people who helped me out of the hollow that time!"

"I see... Rina, for now, you may stand down"

"As you wish~"

Anby moved as he got her sword out

"When did you.."

"Hehe, you're quite a perceptive young lady. You almost saw me" The lady hovered away

"She means you were way off!"

"Way off! Way off!" Her bangboo ghosts teased

"If you aren't mere trespasser, that makes things easier"

"Allow me to introduce ourselves - we are Victoria Housekeeping"

Now back to you..

You were keeping an eye out if there is any more of those guards near by, you then heard explosives somewhere in the building, huh strange that wasn't you though

Meh, whatever

You walked around as you placed your shark bombs around the area where the guards are. This was going to be fun

You walked around a corner, everything was set now time to blow this joint but first you need their attention.

"H-Hello?" A little girl's voice were heard, you did this trick a couple of times and it always works, you put a voice recording in their to seem that there was a little girl somewhere.

That definitely got their attention as they dropped the pink haired girl on the floor. "Who's there?" One of the guards was looking around as he mentioned some to look around

As soon as they get close enough..

'BOOM!'

The explosives exploded, smoke was scattered everywhere. Perfect. This was going perfectly just as you imagined

'BOOM!'

A explosive was heard from near by

"W-What was that?" Corin worriedly asked, looking at the others

"I don't know but we must find out" Lycaon said, everyone started to run to the nosie

Feeling heat as they saw smoke and a little bit of fire

"What happened here?" Rina asked as she now was on her feet

"Someone must of used some kind of bomb-" The talking scarf bangboo was shocked, all of them could now hear singing

(Enjoy the music)

youtube

THIS SONG ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY BRO (My poor bbys :'( )

"That.. song.." Lycaon's eyes widen, no it couldn't be.

The smoke was now clearing out, a figure was near an edge that had a deep drop, they were holding someone by the collar, hovering them over the edge, there was also unconscious bodies on the ground

"Who's she?" Rina asked, tilting her head. Ellen spoke "That's Name, she goes by the 'thief of the moonlight' She practically steals for someone as a Job" Ellen explained

"Lycaon.." Corin worriedly ask, "Is something the matter? It seems you know this person"

"Ahem.. Nevermind that we need to do something, you girls get rain, I'll handle her."

The girls nodded as they went separate ways

Lycaon was focused on you, you haven't noticed him yet.

"Geez you're boring huh?" You spoke, hovering the guy over the edge

"No please! I'll do anything, just please don't drop me!" He begged, you smirked

"I'll ask you again, do you know anymore people in this building?" You asked, it seemed that earlier you heard something when you arrived

"No, I swear!" The guy screamed

"Tch, Liar.." You sneered, you then pushed him as he fell, "Too bad.."

You then turned around and froze, someone.. was behind you, you pulled out your gun that you had that was hanging from your leg belt then pointed it at the wolf thiren

'He looks familiar..' You thought, he looked like someone you knew

"Lycaon! We got the girl!" Some shark girl yelled, you knew that name..

Your eyes widen, shakily breathing in. Lycaon had his hands up showing that he's not armed

"L-Lycaon.." You nervously spoke, Lycaon's ears flattened as he started to slowly walk towards you, reaching his hand to lower your gun

"I- I thought" You stuttered, Lycaon smiled a little "That I was dead.. Name I'm very sorry that I left, But we are together again" Lycaon spoke softly trying to comfort you

You dropped your gun, you charged at him as you both collapsed on the ground, You were squeezing Lycaon as if he was actually dead

You started to get overwhelmed as your tears spilled out of your eyes, "I can't believe that you're here, you're actually here.." Your words were muffled by his chest

But the moment was ruined, you looked up from over his shoulder as you saw someone, black and red hair. She had a weapon, your eyes glared at her as you broke the hug

You pointed your gun at her, "Who's she?" You asked but never broke eye contact with her

"Lycaon..?" Ellen eyes widen, Lycaon was now nervous

"It's okay name, she's a work friend" Lycaon tried to calm you down, "Vlad wasn't lying.. you're with other people" You asked

"You're friend is Name?" Ellen asked, her red eyes glared as you, her weapon in hand ready to attack

"Ellen, Calm down. We can work this out" Lycaon spoke

"You're playing me aren't you?!" You were now confused and upset, you need to think

"Is this why you came? To talk this out!?" You yelled, you were now angry, you didn't know what was happening but everything was happening all at the same time

"Name, please calm down"

"Is this why you left?! To be with some other people?! And you never told me, you left without saying a word!" You cried out

You had your gun at him, Ellen didn't seem to like that as she started to charge at you, you grumbled as you took out a smoke flare

Smoke was now everywhere, Ellen was left alone without any Lycaon and you weren't seen as well

"Name.. I don't want to fight you" Lycaon was in a fighting stance, "Well It seems like you want to fight, traitor.." You glanced away

You then smirked, you pulled out a bomb as you threw it as him, but it missed as he charged at you with full force, pinning you down o the ground

"Damn it!" You were crying as you felt ashamed

"Come with me, stay with me and the others." Lycaon assumed, You looked like you were thinking about it

"I'm sorry" You muttered as you pulled out a dynamite, pulling the pin, Lycaon noticed as moved out of the way

'BOOM!'

Pink smoke was everywhere, Lycaon was coughing as he was trying to find you in this smoke, he then spotted you

He sighed as you kneeled down, you were hurt and covered in smoke, you were unconscious

"Let's get you home" Lycaon spoke gently as he picked you up, his arm under your knees as the other arm was under your back

"I'm sorry I left you, but it was for a good reason.."

Finally done! You could tell I lost motivation at the last part but meh whatever

-A<3

#zenless zone zero #zzz #zenless zone zero x reader #zenlesszonezero #von lycaon #von lycaon x reader #zzz von lycaon #zzz lycaon

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thel0v3hashira143 · 8 months

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❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏!❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ eren armin jean reiner n levi ☆ various aot men as dads!!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader (referred to as mom or mommy), black aligned reader but as per usual anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: y'all thought i was playin when i said had 2 other pieces huh...well anyways heres my 2nd official revamp entry!! erm i hope u guys like it cause i lost like 3 hours of sleep over this. (its bhm you have to like it or else) stay hot!! 🎀🎀

eren yaeger 🌸

2 words. girl dad.

this man was born to have an army of girls surrounding him at all times (but he's not necessarily complaining in this case)

you two's daughter is a very passionate and outgoing child and eren totally embraces that

he's deeply involved in his child's life, sharing stories about the world and instilling a sense of curiosity (aka giving her bad ideas)

he was an outside and play in the mud kid so he is all for letting her have free range to express/play how she wants

and he's a sucker for your little girl so he usually gets roped into her shenanigans

when you come home and the house is quiet you know those two are up to something nefarious 😭😭

"eren, why the hell does my kitchen look a hot ass mess?"

"she wanted to make a cake, babe!"

i can see your daughter playing sports (soccer specifically) and he is 1000 the dad that yells at the ref.

"did you see that [name]!? that brat just pushed her over l, why didn't that bastard call it!?"

will get down and dirty for his girls. no matter what

emphasizes the importance of freedom, encouraging your to pursue her dreams no matter what.

actually the most supportive ever??

your daughter wants to play 10 different sports? he's buying all the equipment no matter the cost. she wants to be the next picasso? he'll buy her brand new art supplies and be her model.

just hes so just....*sigh*

armin arlert 🌸

my man, loml, my day 1, my soul mate my everything (he was my first anime crush i will be projecting on this one argue wit ur mama)

he is definitely a gentle parent to your little boy who's just a shy little dude

armin knows what it feels like to be that shy and quiet kid so he's very patient and understanding

him and your son are practically carbon copies of eachother minus his curly hair (which he got from you) but you think its adorable

speaking of hair HE TOTALLY LEARNS TO BRAID/DO TWIST

he knew taking care of your son's hair was going to require extra effort because of his texture but he doesnt care and learns anyway (sob sob)

him and your son are attached at the hip and wherever one goes you typically find the other.

they spend many quiet moments together and obviously armin reads him multiple stories before bed.

i can totally see y'alls son being an artist/artistically gifted

you can find him and armin sprawled out on the floor with paper and various art supplies as armin nods along to the nonsense coming out of your son's mouth

"mhmm, oh i see! i think that color looks great there too."

meanwhile you're in the corner just sobbing and dying of cuteness in your house

much like eren he teaches his son the values of curiosity and freedom, even if his son is a little more reserved

he wouldn't ever force him into doing anything he doesn't want to, but encourages him in the small things

i also fantasize about living by a beach with armin so ik he takes y'all to the beach at least 3 times a month.

every single time he goes he carries his son on his hip as the explore the beach in search of shells and other treasures to take home.

"you like this one buddy? why don't we give it to mommy as a nice present, yeah?"

i can't write too long or imma short circuit but i will be expanding on this because i love armin so much

he's so neat :]

jean kirstein 🌸

jean, as a dad, is like a mix of cornyness and seriousness

on the one hand i can totally see him making the stupidest dad jokes while you and your daughter are just like 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

like the irl personification of "im not a regular mom, i'm a cool mom"

but on the other hand he's just like my dad where he can turn anything into a life lesson and you have to sit while he scolds your daughter for at least 30 minutes

it's all out of love tho

he thrives in a lighthearted atmosphere at home and spending time together is a huge thing for him

he is a bbq/camping dad and no i will not take criticism on this

jean takes pride in teaching life skills, from fixing things around the house to imparting practical wisdom (even though it isn't always wanted 💀)

your daughter will likely be well-prepared for the challenges of the world. he likes to think he's the reason she has a good head on her shoulders.

speaking of which, your daughter is very much sassy...(jean swears she gets if from you but we know the truth)

shes the first one to have something smart to say and its gotten her in trouble quite a few times with jean...but theyre besties.

balances tough love with genuine affection, cause he definitely mellowed out as he got older but knows when to put his foot down (unlike eren. what who said that??)

your daughter knows she can always count on him. ♡

reiner braun 🌸

AURGGYGHH I LOVE THIS MAN

anyways as soon as your son was born he only knew one word.

panic.

specifically timeskip!reiner. i can only imagine him as a worrier and a helicopter parent up until your son is like 6-7.

"rei, if you don't let that boy go play with the other kids!" "[name], i read that a slide has 82 times more germs than a kitchen sink. i won't let him be exposed to that."

it's just like *sigh* but thanks to you he eventually mellows out.

y'alls son is a really kind boy. like stupidly nice. damn near a pushover. (but we love him)

while you're ready to fight the other parents (or kids) who hurt your baby, reiner is actually more gentle in his approach

he's clearly a big strong guy but he's very gentle in his approach when it comes to seeing his son cry or just in general

reiner, as a dad, is the protector. he's vigilant and caring, instilling a strong sense of security in your home

your son feels safe knowing reiner is there to shield him from any harm.

seeing talk all soft to y'alls son makes you go sksmwkwmwka he's so man...

"hey, me and mom love you very much. you got that bud?"

balances strength with gentleness. offering a listening ear and encouraging open communication.

he wants his son to know he'll always be there for him since he never really had a father growing up

safe to say your son grows up feeling understood and supported by both parents ♡

levi ackerman 🌸

for sure the strictest dad on this list.

from the moment your daughter was born he had her on a schedule that was planned meticulously.

like hour by hour he knows what's going on and you're just there like🧍🏽‍♀️

"i read a consistent schedule helps with her brain development." "...."

as she gets older he calms down a little. but like only the smallest little bit.

however! levi, although strict, is a fiercely devoted dad

this just came to me but he's the dad where if you our your daughter syas you like a snack one time he'll buy a lifetime supply until you tell him otherwise

despite his stoic exterior, Levi has a soft spot for his child's well-being and takes pride in their achievements, no matter how small

your daughter is a dancer. fight me.

even if you can't make it, you see him in the audience at every recital with a soft smile.

"you did great. yes, i recorded all of it for mom to see too."

ngl he is very rule oriented but 9/10 he bends begrudgingly for your daughter (she looks like you, so he can never say no.)

he values discipline and order but also knows the importance of showing love and appreciation.

like reiner he didn't grow up with the best father figure (if one at all) or anyone to really give him confidence growing up.

your daughter never doubts that daddy loves her and thinks she's the best ♡

he also is so skilled at doing hair?? probably better than armin.

ponytail, bun, twist, braids, you name it, he can do it. (has put you shame on multiple occasions)

teaches self-reliance and responsibility, ensuring his child is well-prepared for life's challenges.

expects excellence but also provides unwavering support

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2nd piece done!! why was i fighting for my life during jean and reiner's....but i actually really wanna expand on dad!armin and dad!levi so maybe i'll give all the kids names sometime in the future. i tried to finish this is my ap chem class and my teacher almost took my phone 💀💀 but expect more soon cause i am on a roll! 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

#Words of the Love Hashira 💗#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #reiner x reader #levi x reader #black writers on tumblr #x black fem reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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HI RAVEN!!!! 🤔 kinda a random thought not really but would you consider ace and sebek to be like? RIVALS? or to have a strong dislike towards eachother compared to other first years/students? 🤔🤔 haven’t read much sebek stuff or book 7 so maybe it’s just the way I interpret things……..

🤔🤔 for me at least I feel like ace brings up sebek especially a handful of times? and to bash on him too or at least poke fun at him. can’t think of a lot off the top of my head but in ace’s birthday jacket vignette he picks at sebek specifically when going thru dorm choices. WHICH LIKE……. I DUNNO ITS GIVING VERY “I BEEF W HIM” VIBES. I figured it could just be because he’s a fellow first year but ?? jack or epel don’t get mentioned when he was talking about their dorms so i’m not sure 🤔

👁️👁️ but I wanna hear your take on it!!! are ace and sebek ACTUALLY beefing or was it all just a headcanon??? 😭😭 hopefully I didn’t yap too much. btw

Sorry for the lack of screenshots; I don’t own all the relevant cards in EN and didn’t want to include screenshots sporadically 💦

But!! I did my best to cite where I’m pulling my information from (main story, vignettes, etc.) and directly quote from the official localization. Hope that’s okay!

I mean… Sebek is pretty much always pissing off his peers because of the condescending way he talks to them. It’s no wonder why he rubs people the wrong way. As for Ace, he has indicated that he finds Sebek to be a pain in the ass. I don’t know if I would personally call it “beefing” though?? I see it more as Ace just wants Sebek to shut up and chill out (though Sebek would definitely shout at Ace and fight him) 😂

Point is, I don’t see Sebek having a particular disdain for Ace (he is abrasive toward everyone), but I do see Ace having a particular dislike for Sebek. They aren’t “rivals” in the same way that Ace and Deuce are, as Ace and Sebek don’t really compete for anything or get into many instances of bickering—at least not from what we see. That might just be a product of Sebek being formally introduced later than the other first years, but even counting vignettes and event interactions, it’s still pretty one-sided; often we see Ace commenting on Sebek but not the other way around.

According to Ace in 7-11, he knows Sebek because they’re in the same Magic Analysis/Enigmics (EN writes this class as both of these so it can get confusing) elective. He also implies (in 7-34) sharing other electives with Sebek. This means Ace has regular direct experience with Sebek compared to the other first years (except maybe Deuce?)… ie more opporunities to be annoyed by Sebek’s arrogant loner attitude.

Ace reports (again, in 7-34) that “[Sebek] insults people like, all the time. He even says stuff right to my face when we're in the same group, like, 'Don't you dare slow me down, human!' And he always finds some way to make every subject about Malleus, then drones on and on about how great he is." In regards to those intense feelings about Malleus, Ace says "[Sebek] takes it to a whole other level [...] I can see why people would idolize [Malleus]. But, like, you don't have to make it your entire personality, y'know?" Ace repeats these ideas in his Birthday Boy vignettes. “[Sebek]’s always yelling something or other about his precious Malleus. Oh yeah, and he talks down to us for being human. Dude's a total fae fanboy.”

In Sebek's School Uniform vignette, Sebek yells at Ace for running in the halls. Ace responds by calling him an "uptight nag" whose yelling will disturb other students. Ace also points out how pathetic Sebek comes across as after witnessing him trip over himself to apologize to Malleus. “Dude, nothing you say's gonna impress anyone after that sorry sight.” When Ace tries to leave the scene to make it to class, Sebek shouts at him. “You wait just a minute! I'm not finished! COME BACK HERE!” It should be noted that Ace is someone who always tries to find shortcuts or ways to get out of work whereas Sebek is strict and diligent. Their mindsets and values naturally clash.

This, I think, is a very good summary of most people's problems with Sebek. Ace is just saying what's on everyone's mind--and this makes sense for Ace's character, as he has consistently been the type of guy to call others out. He also encourages Yuu to do the same (in his Birthday Boy vignettes). This detail at least implies Ace finds it amusing on occasion to tease Sebek for his shortcomings.

We see Sebek’s behavior in class for ourselves in his Dorm Uniform vignettes. Ace actually appears in them too, remarking that Sebek is a “loudmouth”. This is something he echoes in his Birthday Boy vignettes; “Loudmouth doesn't even begin to describe him.” When Sebek starts arguing with his group members (some mobs) and refusing to work with them while simultaneously extolling Malleus, Ace says “Here we go again with Sebek and his ‘liege’… Man, imagine being grouped with that guy who […] All he had to do was play nice and let [the mob students] help. He CHOSE to make things harder. How does that guy even function in society?” Side note: In Ace’s Suitor Suit vignettes, he calls Sebek the “number-one worst contender” for a groom. Ace clearly thinks Sebek is unfriendly and annoying in areas extending beyond academics or school life. This is, of course, in addition to Ace finding his loud voice grating.

Later in the same vignettes, Ace and Deuce are forced to sit close to Sebek in the crowded cafeteria. Sebek insists to Lilia that his classes are going well, to which Ace starts snickering and reveals the truth: “Dude... No problems whatsoever? You've got nothing BUT problems, bro! Haha!” Deuce pitches in: “He got into a loud argument with some classmates during our defensive magic lesson. He called his groupmates ‘burdens’ and insisted on doing their entire project by himself.” Ace then says Sebek must think highly of himself and gets annoyed when his words are taken literally. “Do you not understand sarcasm either?” He tells Sebek to fix his attitude, but it doesn’t seem to work. Ace sighs and says he’s just wasting his breath on this.

Sebek’s Dorm Uniform vignettes illustrate Sebek’s general struggles to get along with all of his classmates, not just Ace or Ace specifically. Deuce notably also calls Sebek out for causing trouble for his peers, even stating “[…] as an aspiring honor student, I can't condone your behavior. Having confidence is fine and all, but you shouldn't make things harder for others. That's just being obnoxious.” Sebek pisses off the other first years in 7-34 too, calling them “shallow” and making a terrible first impression. Ace, who is also present, says that no one wants to be chummy with him anyway—not if he’s going to act like that.

In conclusion, Ace has explained his rationale for disliking Sebek many times over. Rather than saying Ace has a problem with Sebek, I think it would be more accurate to say that Ace has a problem with Sebek and is simply relaying the opinions that everyone else holds directly to Sebek’s face. (He gets annoyed that Sebek takes none of it to heart though.) As for the other party, Sebek chides Ace no differently than he would anyone else stepping out of line, not appreciating Malleus, or… just existing as a human 💀 He doesn’t seem to have issues with Ace other than his lax attitude (which could also apply to many other characters such as Leona).

In my opinion, Ace and Sebek are not rivals (at least not major ones), nor do they have specific beef with each other outside of one-off instances or whenever Ace is in the mood to lay down The Truth and embarrass Sebek. I see Ace and Deuce as your classic rivals and Sebek as like… a villain of the week who cameos here and there after his first appearance to cause shenanigans.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Yuu #Malleus Draconia #Lilia Vanrouge #book 7 spoilers #Sebek Zigvolt

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allhopeislost · 4 months

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So i've reread The Vampire Armand and Blood and Gold

And i still do not understand why so many people in fandom seem to be so critical of Marius.

He does not get an ounce of empathy in a way most other charas do from a huge chunk of fandom i just... Do not get it 🥲 If anyone is willing to explain to me where are they coming from and how they see him i would be extremely greatful!!

!!Full transparency!! for you to understand where i am coming from! He is one of my favorite characters, along with Pandora, Daniel and Armand (do you see de romanus bloodline bias?) and it really messed me up, coming here after over a decade of just reading books on my own

I always read him as a man of his time (Roman Empire) deeply identified with virtues of the Roman, and insecure about not leaving up to them

A dude that knows how capable and powerfull he is and takes it to mean that if he CAN do something its his DUTY to do so (horrible idea)

He takes responsiblity for everything and never asks if that is needed (even worse idea)

A man with a huge ego, and worst of all! Capable of actually delivering on his image most of time!! ! It's tragic - he is a maker of his own misery, he cannot be vulnerable because his apparent strength is what now loved and appreciated by others (in his view,and then armand esp did not help with this)

And he just does not want to be alone

I just read him as tragic man, brought down by his own power, by his own doing. It is sad, it makes him do horrible things but i have never read him as ill-intentioned

Just misguided, tired and ignorant (he is also hella giving, benevolent, loves art, artists and craftsmen, tries to be fair and objective, studious, responsible bla bla many good things. Also 🤡<thats him i have no delusions, he is a dAddY dOm and pervy about young boys and ankles i am aware but anne made him a roman thats kinda what they did back then 🗿)

Pls help 😭😭😭

#interview with the vampire #armand #marius de romanus #Pls help #I am very sincere i want to understand peoples point of view #iwtvbookspoilers #vampire chronicles

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clockwayswrites · 2 years

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 12

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.

wc 2295 (Chapter 9 when on ao3)

“Hey, it’s Danny, right?” asked the person standing next to Danny’s seat. They shifted, tucking a long strand of pitch black hair behind their ear.

“Yes?”

“We thought—”

“She thought,” said the woman who practically barreled into the first speaker’s back. She hooked her chin over the other’s shoulder with a grin as she adjusted her hijab. “Cloe thought, but we all agree.”

“Which is why I said we, I’m Cloe, this is Fara, that guy over there is José.” She motioned to a young man with a head full of curly brown hair and an easy smile waiting by the door. “We need a fourth for the group project, want to join us?”

“Me?” Danny repeated in surprise. No one in Casper High ever wanted him on a team, not unless it was Tucker and Sam.

“Totally. Your comment today on the possible advancements of propulsion technology was just the sort of thing that we’d love to do our topic on. It didn’t look like you had a group?”

“No, I don’t, not yet. That would be nice,” Danny said with a crooked smile. He’d been worried about having to find a group to work with so the offer was a huge weight off. Honestly the presentation was way too much of their grade in his opinion (but maybe that’s just because he had been dreading it).

“That’s great!” Cloe smiled back at him. “Do you have time to meet now? Just, like, to a coffee shop or the library. We can hash out the basics and what everyone should research before we meet up again the next time.”

“Sure. I could almost always use a coffee,” Danny said as he shoved his aging laptop in his backpack.

“Yeah, we can kinda tell with the…” Fara pointed at her own face, finger circling around her eyes.

Danny barked out a surprised laugh when Cloe let out an affronted “Fara!”

“Hey, I’ve been cultivating these dark circles since high school. They’re like fine wine,” Danny said. Snarky he knew how to handle.

“Oh, José will like you,” Fara said with a laugh. She linked arms with Danny and practically dragged him towards the door. “José! I found you another coffee addict.”

“Thank you,” he praised, “because Cloe only drinks the most basic bitch drinks and Fara likes tea.”

“I make an exception for pumpkin spiced lattes and hot chocolate,” Fara said with coy smile.

“See? See what I have to put up with. Please, my dude— is it my dude?” Danny nodded in response. “My dude, please tell me you drink real coffee.”

“With as many espresso shots as they’re legally allowed to add,” Danny said.

“A man after my own heart— a heart that runs on coffee,” José said with a laugh as they all spilled out the front of the engineering building.

Maybe this presentation wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Okay, so maybe Danny was just really not used to being around people any more.

Really, really not used to it.

He’d only spent an hour or so with the other’s at the coffeeshop, but between that, class, picking up a treat for Jason, and just having to go back and forth throughout the city Danny felt his nerves crawling under his skin. Every noise from every apartment around was so loud. Even his fridge seemed to be screaming at him with its incessant whine.

And there was no where to get away from it.

If he went out, Danny would just be surrounded by the sounds and smells and lights of the city. People would jostle into him or sit too close on the bus and— Danny shuddered at the idea of being touched by strangers right then.

He rubbed his fingers against his palms as he shifted and tried to lay more comfortably on his small sofa. He had his t.v. on, streaming mindless video game play throughs, but he wasn’t really paying attention to it. It was just to try and block out some of the noise.

There were things about the city that he loved, sure. The access to food was great. There was an amazing variety in walking distance of his place or campus. He’d also found a few great stores— a game store and a second hand clothing shop were top of his list. It was great how there was always a distraction.

But there was always a distraction.

Nothing ever really stopped in the city. That constant hum, after a few weeks of it, was really getting to Danny. He hadn’t thought he was rural or anything, but Amity’s hundred thousand or so people never prepared him for living here.

He closed his eyes and made himself take a slow breath.

Jason was going to show him some places around the city today.

He had to get a handle on himself before then.

He’d been trying for an hour now— or so his phone alerted him to when he checked it for the hundredth time. He laid it back on his chest and closed his eyes. When it started ringing a moment later he nearly jumped out of his skin.

‘Jason Calling’, it read. He fumbled to swipe the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey. My meeting wrapped early so I was going to head your way now if that’s good?”

Danny swallowed, trying to force back the buzzing under his skin. “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

The line was silent for a pause. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Jason snorted. “That’s a lie.”

Danny flung an arm over his eyes and forced himself to take another breath. “I guess, just… It’s stupid.”

“Fish.”

The endearment was more gentle than Danny felt he deserved. He was being stupid about this. Who struggled to be around people? And he wanted to see Jason too. It was just… everyone— everything else.

He could hear the sounds of the city on Jason’s end and tried to focus on his voice instead. “Come on fish, talk to me.”

“It’s just— being in the city all the time… it’s just getting to me a little, I guess. I’m not used it it. That’s all. I’ll be fine.”

Jason gave a considering hum. “Okay. Change of plans. Do you have a leather jacket?”

“What? No?”

“Okay. Are you up for one stop first? We’ll make it quick.”

“One stop before what?” Danny asked as he pulled himself up by the back of the couch.

“Before my new plan for the day.” Jason sounded smug.

“I don’t— we don’t have to—”

“Trust me, okay?”

It was such an earnest request that it brought Danny to pause. He swallowed once more before he found his voice. “Of course I will.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you in twenty. Go put on jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and some sturdy shoes.”

The abrupt end to the call had Danny blinking down at his phone before he pulled himself up to do as he was told.

Jason studied Danny as the other came out of his apartment building. He hadn’t liked how Danny sounded on the phone and he didn’t much like how Danny looked now. It was like the other had tucked all his loud, jagged, wonderful edges away. It was like he was hiding from the world.

Well, Jason would just have to fix that.

“Just one quick stop,” Jason said, handing Danny a helmet.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to ba—”

“Fish,” Jason said firmly. He waited until Danny was actually looking at him (not frowning at the ground) to continue. “It’s okay if you’re not okay. You don’t have to apologize to me or about it or about you. You can be not fine.”

Fuck he was sounding like his well meaning family now. Still, it got a wobbly smile from Danny, so maybe it was worth parroting back the words. The words didn’t always help, he knew that. They certainly didn’t fix stuff that he still struggled with some days, but they couldn’t hurt. It couldn’t hurt to be reminded that someone cared.

“Okay. One quick stop,” Danny agreed.

“Right,” Jason said. He turned and straddled his motorcycle. “You ever ridden before?”

“Yeah, actually I have. A friend has one.”

“Huh.” Jason was actually a little surprised by that. “Okay then hang on tight. We won’t be doing anything crazy in the city, but we might have to stop quickly. Some drivers are jackasses about motorcycles.”

The bike dipped under him as Danny settled on behind him. There was an obvious moment of hesitation before Danny let himself slide forward. As Danny settled along his back, Jason had a thought of how well Danny fit. He briefly squeezed the arms wrapped around his waist in notice before he started his bike up and they took off through the city.

The one quick stop was to get Danny a riding jacket and gloves; Jason wanted to be sure that Danny would be warm and, more importantly, protected on the drive. As it was, Jason drove more cautiously than normal, very aware that Danny’s safety was in his hands.

It wasn’t long to the store, and he tried to make sure the shopping didn’t take too long. He could practically see Danny’s edges fraying. He did make Danny try on several jackets, even if he tried to make sure they didn’t linger, so that Danny could find the right one.

“Are you sure this is it?” Danny asked, tugging on the hem of the black leather jacket. It had a bit of a retro cut, but there was enough modern padding that if Danny fell off the road rash wouldn’t be that bad. Besides, Danny looked good in it; it cinched nicely at his waist and fit his shoulder snugly.

“Yep,” Jason said. He reached out and smacked Danny’s hand away when he tried to take a peak at the price tag again. “Stop that. I already told you I’m buying.”

“Jason—”

“Just accept it. Give me the jacket and go pick out some gloves,” he said.

Danny rolled his eyes, but shrugged off the jacket and handed it over. Jason took the moment to explain the mater to the sales person, who was cooperative about not saying the total out loud. The knowing smirk was a bit weird though. It even had Danny glancing at Jason suspiciously, but they got out of the store with what was needed and Danny none the wiser to what a good motorcycle jacket could cost.

Jason took the time to sync up both helmets so that they could talk on the ride if they wanted to, but he left the matter to Danny. It turned out to be mostly silent once they left the city, especially since Jason wasn’t explaining where they were going. The longer they were on the open roads, the more that Jason could feel Danny relaxing against his back until. Finally he settled in and rested his head against Jason’s shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

“Ain’t seen nothing yet,” Jason rumbled back.

Danny just answered with a soft hum before he fell silent again.

Jason took them on the highway, down some side streets just for the view, and through a smaller city to the more secluded parking lot that he knew about. He could feel Danny freeze up behind him, and chuckled as he pulled off his own helmet. Danny did the same as he stumbled off the bike.

“Come on,” Jason said. He practically had to guide Danny down the path and to the top of the first bluff where the concrete ended.

Danny let out a breath exhale. “Oh, wow.”

His mouth hung slightly open as he stared out at the crashing waves and the beach that stretched out before them. A cloudy fall day wasn’t exactly the best time to visit the coast (not that they were the only ones doing so), but Danny still stared at it like it was the best thing he’d seen in a long time.

He stared at it like it gave him life.

Jason found he wanted— suddenly and fiercely— to find a million more moments that would bring that same spark to Danny’s eyes. He didn’t want Danny to stop living just because he had died.

Jason didn’t want to stop living just because he had died.

Not anymore.

He reached down to undo the knots on his boots with Danny scrambling to do the same. Laces tied together, Jason slung the boots across his shoulders and made his way onto the beach. He reached out to help balance Danny as he stumbled a little on the soft white sand.

When they had gotten to the edge of the water, Jason hung back slightly in the damp, but not wet, sand while Danny, with all of his normal abandon, rolled up his pants legs and barreled into the waves with a whoop. He ran in and out of the surf like one of those sand piper birds as the wind whipped his dark hair around his face like a storm of shadows.

Laughing as he was chased by a larger swell of water, Danny stumbled back to Jason’s side. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with salt air, and then just slumped heavily against Jason like he was boneless. Jason took the weight easily.

Jason grinned down at Danny, who’s eyes were still locked on the water. “Worth the trip?”

“Yeah. Yeah, worth the trip. Completely. Thank you Jason.”

“’Course. Gotta get the fish to water now and then.”

“Shut up, dead boy.” Danny rolled his eyes, but his grin didn’t drop for a second.

Jason chuckled, but found he didn’t need to say anything back. He was content to just watch Danny watch the ocean.

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AN: Finally an update for you all~ ngl, there are some rough spots I'm not entirely happy with, I feel you can really tell what I wrote when I was feeling really, really poorly. But that's what a re-write is for, I guess!

The classmates won't show up too much, but I needed an outside perspective and to show Danny is settling in- even if he's struggling with some things.

Apologies for any typos, I currently want to melon ball my eye out from this migraine so you know, words are hard. Anywho, stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dead on main #deadonmain #danny x jason #like betta fish do

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nqify · 2 years

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I have a request! And you can make it as smutty or fluffy you want dealers choice lol. How about Navi Miles and partner taking a bath together ( human partner has vagina parts etc) Thanks in advance if you choose to run with this idea your work is great

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS OMF!!!!! THANK U FOR REQUESTING THIS MYLOVE!!!

bath sex. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. fingering. riding. daddy kink. dirty talk. praise kink. slight soft!dom miles!!!!

note. this is kinda fluffy smut idk???? but hope y’all eat this up!!!

after a long day at work, miles needed you and only you. he looked for comfort in you, a source of relief!!! he is just a gaint baby trust me!!

so when u suggest a bath together he is going crazy!!!! his ears perk up and a grin starts to appear on his face, “u just wanna see me naked dont u mama??” yeah u do.

you’d have it all pretty and nice!! bubbles filling up the bath, candles set around the edges and some quiet music playing in the back. When u showed him, u swear u saw him cry!! hes never been spoiled until he met you. Always surprising him, gifting him things!!! HE LOVES U!!!

when u both start to undress this mf is eyeing you down, his eyes darken and become hooded. HE GIVING U THE LOOK!!! “milesss!!! this is supposed to be cute!!!” you whine. he’s not saying a word, he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, his fangs making an appearance, “I can’t look at my pretty baby now??” u r head over heels for him.

you end him with ur head laying on his chest, his hands holding ur waist so gently!! he pulls u close and kisses the top of ur head, “I love u baby” OHMYGOD!!! HE IS SO CUTE!!!!

and bc this man cannot get enough of you, seeing u all relax by his touch…..yeah here comes the dirty!!! you’d start to notice that he’s becoming more touchy. he’s grabbing ur hips and pulling u closer to him, his breathing becoming heavy and his tone deepening. dude is horny!!!!

He’d nibble ur ear a bit, “u look so good right now baby, wanna do so many things to this pretty little body of yours” DOING WHAT THINGS SIR??? and that’s when u start to feel his bulge growing on ur lower back. “miles I haven’t done anything!!” girl….. “ma, ur so fucking pretty, u expect me not to get horny???”

you could feel his hand wonder to ur inner thigh, slowly rubbing circles with the flat side of his thumb. “baby ur gonna let me make u feel good right??? just wanna make u cum mm” u gave up fighting and just nodded!! anything for u daddy!!!!!

he’d slowly start to rub ur clit. Little moans and whimpers escaped ur mouth as u struggled to find smth to hold onto. Miles began to nibble at ur neck, giving you open mouth kisses and little bites. “so pretty for me”

miles’ finger slowly made its way inside ur pretty pussy!!! “m-miles!!!” U cry out. He is moaning with u girl….. his finger pumps in and out of you, reaching in so so deep!! “fuck baby, ur so tight for me, u want daddy to loosen u up a little?? so u can take his fat cock right??” oh he is rlly getting into it NOW!!

This fucker loves fingering you!! absolutely loves it!!! another finger was added, causing u to arch ur back off his chest. “yeah mama, u like that?? u like my fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours?” ur nodding, biting ur lip and rolling ur eyes back!! he just cannot get enough of u.

you were near ur release, shaking and crying for him!! little tears ran down ur cheeks from how much pleasure this man was causing you!! The water starting to splash over the bathtub due to ur restless movements. he’d noticed, “u gonna cum for daddy baby? U gonna cum all over my fingers yeah?” nodding ur head over and over again.

U finally came, ur hips jerking upwardsand ur legs shaking!! miles whispers in ur ear, “good girl baby, such a good girl” girl he is not done with you yet.

he flips u over to were ur now facing him, ur legs straggling his thighs while ur bare pussy was rubbing on his dick. He held ur waist, guiding you to grind on him, “yeah mama, u feel that?? u wanna feel this dick inside you?” yes u do!!!!!!!

this fucker is lifting u up and hovering u over his dick, teasing ur pussy!!!! ur whining!! “pls daddy!!! put it in!!” he can’t say no to that. He slowly puts it in, taking his time while u struggle to handle the thickest of his cock. Finally u sink all the way down, earning gasps from both y’all mouths!!!

bf is holding ur hips and guiding u to jump up and down his cock. “mm baby, u take this cock so fucking well, look at u, so pretty for me”

he is so slow with it. you could feel every inch of him. “m-miles ur so b-big!! ah!! it’s t-too much!!” he feels so badomg!!!! “its too big for u?? awe too bad mama, now cmon, ride my dick baby” U R RIDING IT NOWOMG!!!!

ur bouncing up and down on his cock, eyes rolling back while ur mouth hangs open. Girl…yk what’s coming. this fucker getting ideas!!!! miles’ pointer and middle finger lay on ur bottom lip, “suck on my fingers baby” and ofc u did!! u began to slowly suck them in, looking directly at him with a dark gaze, “shit mama, u like this shit don’t you?? yeah baby?? u like my sucking my fingers while I fuck u dumb huh??” YESYESYYES!!!

he is now going feral, bucking his hips up into urs, his thrusts getting sloppy and uneven. He was getting close, “f-fuck gonna fill this load into u mama, gonna make u full of my babies yeah??” Girl yes!!!/$$;$: “yeah that’s right, u want this cum all in ur pretty pussy??” YESYYEYSYES!!!

u guys finally cum together, but he AINT DONE!! he drags ur ass out of the bath tube and sits u on the edge. like wtf u doing daddy?? he kneels down while putting one of ur legs on his shoulder, “don’t want this cum to go to waste mama, wanna taste u”

his tongue is doing wonders to u!!!!! his so sloppy with it!! spit everywhere!!! “mmm shit baby, u taste so fucking good with my cum in u, needa do this more often.” yes u do daddy. this mf rlly in there!!!!! he’s not stopping, he’s making u cum again and again with his tongue!!!!

“just a reward for my pretty girl, thank u for taking care of me” kiss for u baby!!!!! He is so in love with u!! in love with ur face, ur body, UR PUSSY!!!!! “love this pussy so much” you slap his shoulder a bit, “and u ofc mama”

girl…..this had be thinking thoughts…..he is so fine YALL

#miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #na’vi quaritch #na’vi smut #na’vi #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar smut #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully smut

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thatneoncrisis · 15 days

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Curious about your issues with the show!! I have my own ofc but always interested In more opinions

spoilers for like. all of the show el oh el

its hard for me to like. properly articulate on the fly but i think its primarily 1. a show that is genuinely trying to build a complicated structure out of the rusted metal and twigs that makes up LoL lore that gets overhauled every like, four years, so often times it feels like a character in arcane will get hard shafted out of a natural arc so they end up where they "should be" in accordance to their league counterpart.

strongest example i have off the dome is violet, where i think in act 1 of arcane shes a really intriguing and well crafted character whos sympathetic and has goals and values you can follow. and then they shunt her off to prison during the time skip and when she comes out shes like. everything she does from that point on just feels Tilted it feels like they gutted out all the parts that would have gotten me from A to Z wrt her going from scrappy kid in the lanes whos like. direct causes of terror and unhappiness in life were from enforcer. to a bitch who joins the enforcers. and its not that i dont think that turnaround is possible, i just dont think they articulated it well with such a truncated amount of episodes split between so many subplots

and then my main Thing 2. uuuh. this is more of like my own issues with this kind of story telling in general rather than an arcane specific issue that i will codify as "liberal progressives attempt to Both Sides the issue of apartheid in their magic story." the creators of the show emphasized that they wanted each character to be morally grey, differnt shades to them and the motivations contextualizing their actions. which is like, fair enough thats just good character writing but i dont think theyre particularly. great at that. especially when trying to marry it to my earlier point about how certain characters essentially have to invert to become their league analogs in some sense. also someone like ekko? not grey. hes just right? he doesnt fuck with enforcers and he doesnt fuck with the kingpin flooding the lanes with shimmer, he just wants to help the people suffering the most. stand up dude.

theres a lot of different levels to which this clashing between intent and execution falls flat for me in arcane but the one ill get into now is silco and vander. from an objective view its a classic story of two close brothers in arms driven apart by ideology/circumstance, weve seen it with professor xavier and magneto, it also reminded me of tchalla and killmonger although they dont have the childhood friends aspect going for them. but the point is its not like a unique idea. two people want to change the world for the better, one of them starts killing civilians about it, the first guy is like hey! maybe dont do that! epic fall out ensues.

and the story is cognizant of the fact that silco IS an antagonist: not just in the sense that he is opposing our protagonists goals, he sold out the children to the enforcers in the first act, he released shimmer onto zaun and keeps a stranglehold on the city with his circle of chem barons like he fucking sucks. and the whole time im watching im noting how his methods to "free zaun" are like, THE thing destroying it. the streets are rampant with nameless mutated homeless people hooked on shimmer he is directly responsible for. and i was kind of waiting for like. a shift within his circle. if that makes sense. obviously people like violet and ekko and caitlyn dont like him but they never did they dont have to be convinced, but to have someone who initially put all their trust into him as the guy to bring zaun into glory and then slowly have to reckon with the fact theyve propped up a mad man who has prioritized power in himself over the initial goal of liberating the city would have whipped ass.

and then it just didnt happen. theres this fascinating thing going on with silco where hes talking mad shit about the likes of vander, oh hes too softhearted, he will never do what it takes to truly ensure the safety and freedom of the lanes bc he cares too much about his damn babies. and then silco finds himself as caretaker of one of those babies. the show meticulously shows me how he cares for her, he softens for her, he lets her tinker in her silly cave all day and blow up cops with harley quinn bombs. so we have three main things to keep in mind with silco:

his primary stated goal is to free zaun from piltovers repressive rule.

his shimmer production is one of if not The thing actively destroying the lanes

he now has Baby, whos safety has become a growing priority for him.

this culminating in the finale where he is presented with the opportunity to hand her over to the authorities in exchange for zauns independence. now THIS could have been a really interesting internal dilemma for him. he is now faced with the exact choice that led vander to becoming "weak" in his eyes. whats one girls life in exchange for his dream finally becoming a reality. but its also an impossible thing to ask because thats his Daughter. so now hes risking scrutiny from his underlings for being wishy washy. ooh intrigue mystery. youd really need some time to steep on his agonies and what hes really willing to prioritizeat this point in his life

and then none of that happens bc hes immediately kidnapped and shot and never has to seriously consider it. he never has to SACRIFICE he always just. has everything he wants. forever. until he dies. powerful chem baron running the show with his army of teen supersoldiers.

another route i considered them being able to do is something more focused on him and sevika. she left vander to join his cause specifically bc she thought vander was weak. as his right hand, she would do anything for silco, including literally giving up her fucking arm when she saved him from the blast in act one. timeskip, now we see she has a fun new mech arm powered by silcos own shimmer, which we are shown the side effects of time and time again. i thought this was leaning into a metaphor about how her emotional dependence on him and his cause was being represented by a chemical dependence on shimmer. like its destroying her physically and mentally but she NEEDS it to work out to know it wasnt all for nothing so shell put up with whatever sketchy bullshit hes got going on, the ends justify the means. and we get like six detailed shots of shimmer being pumped directly into her body i thought for sure they were gonna be like oh this is fucking killing her, like a compound v situation

but shes like. fine. theres no side effects besides a cool scar. shes chilling.

i also thought her antagonistic dynamic with jinx was going somewhere. like if sevika noticed that silco was putting her above what needed to be done for the sake of liberating zaun, and noticing how it mirrored how vander became "weak" and getting that much more pissed about playing second fiddle to a 17 year old. like imagine you get that whole scene where sevika makes it look like shes gonna execute silco, then murders the chem baron who asked her to do it because she trusts him THAT much, then later she hears about jayce's offer to silco and sees him GENUINELY considering leaving the offer on the table JUST for jinx. sorry if i was her id snap. id go crazy id start a coup.

so basically what im saying is. lotta different options to make the characters richer and more grey as they struggle with what they really care about. but the story just kind of shuffles past them and then insists that the bonds were there the whole time you guys jinx and sevika are totally besties now shes a symbol of zaun <3

#does any of this make sens i feel like im yapping #asks #Anonymous #im using the lanes and zaun interchangably sorry if thats wrong but whatver #and if im misremembering anything here #that is what the rewatch is for #and to clarify im not saying my ideas are like. the best route the show needs to take to be good #but it just feels like it is SPEEDING past every oppertunity for characters to strengthen like. their own values #like i still cannot get over violet and caits like. 2 days together and now theyre ride or die. you got me FUCKED UP #i dont CARE if theyre cop girlfriends in the game its narratively unsatisfying #and it would be one thing if arcane highlighted the fucking light speed with which violet latches onto cait as an emotional anchor #like oh damn being beat in prison for 7 years rotted your melon crazy style #but. they dont do that. so im twiddling my thumbs like should i care? do they want me to care? its been two days

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