#girls will say I Know A Place and take you to the Lesbian Labyrinth

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Labyrinth of the Six

Male Reader x Park Jiwon x Kim Yoohyeon x Kim Sihyeon x Kim Bora x Heo Yoorim x Lee Gahyeon (Everglow vs Dreamcatcher 7some)

Length: 8521 words

Tags: pornography, restraints, orgy, gangbang, sexual game, quirky, blowjob, cowgirl, rough, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, fingering, lesbian play, sensual, creampie, sloppy blowjob, deepthroat, face fuck, degradation, ruining, spiting, mommy kink, daddy kink, mating press anal, double penetration, tits play, threesome, hair pull, reverse cow girl, dacryphilia, switch, chain play, a lot of sperm, pornactor!You

TW: Read the tags. I promise it's not too crazy, but maybe you don’t like degradation, dacryphilia, chain play, face fuck

(A/N: My 50th fic. Sorry for the long wait, but I hope it's worth it. I hope it's one in a million, for you, for me, for the community.)

"For the contract and the NDA to be effective, you have to sign here—"

Without hesitation, your sweaty fingers carry the black pen across the smooth, expensive paper, leaving the black letters of your signature.

"—and down here, please."

Repeat the process. The slight, still noticeable tremble in your hand makes it deformed as you find your name slightly underneath the line. 

It does not seem to matter though, as the guy in front of you nods approvingly. With a calm hand he collects both pieces you can't believe you just signed, then the same hand is pointed at you. A handshake follows, while you stand up from your chair, knees like pudding.

"Congratulations on taking this final step!" the man says, a bright smile on his face. 

"Thank you very much for this opportunity! I am more thrilled than ever before in my life, and I cannot wait to start!" you respond, extending the handshake a second or two longer.

"Well, I hope you mean this literally—"

The wooden door swings open. A modern, casual office design invades your view, and you feel an uncountable amount of eyes on yourself.

"—because you will start right now."

"A-Are you sure? As a newcomer, with no training?"

"Yes. Please follow Mister Chance over here. He will guide you to the location of the shoot. Good luck out there."

A single wave, and the man in his gray-blue suit disappears back into the room, his office. A smaller, older man stares at you in judging silence and when he walks, you fight through your hesitance and follow him.

A long walk down the hallway. A long wait in the elevator. A long drive in the black Mercedes. All along, your mind hurries back the path that brought you to this place, this company, this job.

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A young man with a genuine, calm, peaceful smile. With his gray-blue suit, pants the same color, and a regular black suit case, he was definitely on the more professional side of people, especially this late at night in a suburban subway station.

As he passed by you, something urged you to look back; it had to be Fortuna herself, and maybe Aphrodite helped her, because right before your eyes, the man lost his purse. 

You do what everyone should do: return it, without checking what is inside. Life will pay you back one day, you said to yourself, not knowing that it would in just that moment.

"Thank you very much! You have no idea how grateful I am for your sincerity. Say,—"

You did not expect the man to start a conversation. Slightly embarrassed, you turn on your heel and try to show nothing but interest for this kind looking stranger.

"—do you like your job?"

"Uhm, I guess it's alright."

"Excuse me for being so upfront, but that does not sound convincing. In this purse are at least 10,000$ in cash. If you answer my questions in all honesty, this money shall be yours."

The man got hit by an irritated, blank stare. Does he not know that this is very rude, you thought to yourself. What convinced you to listen to him were the copious amounts of checks and bills he pulled out and showed to you in secret.

"I won't get too personal, I swear."

"F-Fine."

"Very well then: How much do you earn in your current job?"

"1,500$ a month."

"Do you enjoy your job? Does it fulfill you?"

You scraped the back of your head, eyes wandering off to somewhere else in the station. You wanted to avoid this weird guy at all costs. Even the grisly graffiti opposite your platform was a hideout for your gaze.

Then again, you agreed to this. You agreed to get money, quite a lot of money, in return for some personal data—it's basically like using an App or any Website, but getting cash for using it. Honesty was your strongest companion that night.

"Uhm, no. Definitely not."

Suddenly, he moved closer, uncomfortably close. You backed off, but only an inch to not give him the idea of not wanting the money. His deep, brown eyes pierced through you like daggers of intensity. A serious tone underlined his final question:

"Would you quit your job right now to become a porn actor?"

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Tied tightly to the rest of a surprisingly comfortable chair, your reasoning returns for a minute. Maybe it's because of the bitter aftertaste of the libido inducing serum you just swallowed. Maybe it's because the six beautiful faces of the contestants are shown on the large TV positioned right in front of you.

But maybe it's the fact that there are a dozen cameras pointed at you, at the surroundings, the girls—their naked bodies. This is real, this is happening now, and somehow, you are part of this.

The things before are still dreamlike, hazy, unreal to you: the arrival in a Mercedes, the hasty preparation room, the quick, simplistic explanation of your part in this game, the incredibly large labyrinth, the chair and TV in the middle of it. 

Words by Mr. Chance:

"We have arrived, sir. Please follow me."

Words by the stylist:

"This will be your outfit. Some simple adjustments are necessary, so please hurry."

Words by the game master:

"All you need to do is: sit, fuck, tease. Take your time, then hit them with the secret. Act like they broke you—yet try to remain neutral. Most importantly: enjoy it and please, drink this before the shoot."

Words by the architect:

"The labyrinth is 700 meters long, 300 meters wide and filled with all kinds of puzzles, traps, contraptions—but that is not important for you. Please, follow this cameraman to your area."

Words from the TV:

"All contestants, crew, staff and actors, please move to your designated positions immediately! The game will start in one minute and thirty seconds. We are Live in five, four, three, two,..."

Avoid the lenses of each camera—you're not their focus right now anyway. And when you eventually fall into focus, your black dress pants and all-white shirt don't look half-bad. What a surprise that a company producing videos of mostly naked people cares so much about clothing; that shirt is a hundred bucks at least.

The TV screen is split in six sections, showing the two teams with three women each. Partially shaky, partially unfocused cameras and perspectives make it difficult for any viewer to closely look at their faces. It's a lot easier to check out the very different types of nude bodies. 

One of them is exceptionally tall, long hair, long legs, yet she finds herself challenged with another odd puzzle, hindering her advances through the green maze. 

One from the opposing team looks very small in comparison, with big, juicy thighs and speedy steps, yet she finds herself in a frustrating dead end, her second already.

Back to the other team you see one contestant trying to climb the green labyrinth walls. Her full ass-cheeks wobble with every hop her shapely legs take—the camera focuses on it perfectly—yet her attempts at reaching the top are futile.

Back to the first team, where you finally see a focused close-up of a cute, feisty looking face with big, pouty lips. She found a good route with no puzzles, yet a trapdoor sent her down into a pit filled with foam blocks. The fall likely did not hurt her, but it slows her down immensely.

All of these rapid-fire events, chaotic jump-cuts and funny moments that inable you to fully grasp what the-actual-fuck is happening, become secondary, when the cameraman to your right points out an entrance, which connects the labyrinth to your current area. For a second you wonder, why all focus shifts to this quiet, empty spot but then you hear the heavy breaths of someone sprinting at full speed. 

Around a final corner, and she bursts onto the scene. Completely nude, of course, yet focused like an athlete, ready to break her personal best. Even as she tries to catch her breath, she still stands confidently, one hand placed at her beautifully shaped hips and the other on her puffed up chest. Bright, blonde hair falls down her back like a golden waterfall but because of her even brighter grin you barely notice it. 

“Guess I’m first, huh?” she asks, while stepping in front of you. Her thumb wanders over your chin, then up to your lip, as a deep whisper makes your eyes widen instantly: “You will tell me everything, baby. You have no other choice.”

She crashes her lips bluntly onto yours, pushing out pained ‘hmm’ sounds and useless twists of your bound arms and shoulders. An overwhelming tongue invades your mouth, untamable and fast like a cheetah. From teeth to palate to the insides of your cheeks, it’s all hers in no time. The seal her lips form forces you to breathe through your nose and another invasion happens. Her lavender smell, mixed with sweat, makes your head spin and the tent in your pants tighten.

At the same time her face backs away from yours, her hands back away as well—with the hem of your pants in a secure hold. You two gasp in unison.

“Wow, not bad. Not bad at all. This will be fun for me.”

“W-who are you?”

“I’m Jiwon, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is you telling me the secret—” she wraps her left hand around your girth, and pulls down hard. Again, her delicate right fingers glide along your chin, “—to winning this game.”

Just like her initial kiss, her handjob starts out with the same roughness. Every yank down of her hand is fierce and uncontrolled. Maybe she wants to show you her eagerness and dominance. Or she is rather inexperienced with handling a cock and doesn't know that it is more than just a dildo. Either way, you release groans with more pain than pleasure in them, as a mixture of the aphrodisiac and her hot body keeps you hard. Your lack of enjoyment does not go unnoticed by her:

“Hm? You don’t like it?”

“N-no, not really. It’s too rough, it kinda hurts.”

 “R-really? Fuck…”

The tearing at your shaft comes to a halt. Jiwon looks lost. In shame, she avoids your gaze and looks at your throbbing cockhead. You just notice how small her hands look compared to your size. A sudden idea lights up your head. Maybe it will get you out of this awkward dilemma.

“Jiwon…”

“Yes, yes, what is it?” she responds in an unsure voice.

“If you can make me cum before another player arrives, I’ll tell you the secret. Deal?”

Jiwon looks back at the screen. It seems like most of them will definitely still need some time to find their way through this labyrinth. You can see determination fight through an uncertain gaze, while hoping that she does not continue her handjob. A smirk forms on your lips, when she puts her lips onto your tip. 

“Deal. I-I hope you like this…”

If your following sounds aren’t evidence enough of your enjoyment, then your reassurance by caressing her blonde hair should be. Jiwon starts to lick your tip, gently, yet surprisingly skilled, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking the first couple of inches. This might be great beginner's luck or a new found talent or just the impeccable sensation of a hot mouth engulfing your most sensitive part.

What would you give to be free of these constraints? To be able to grab her head and plunge in fully, to fuck yourself into it, to make her sore. The feeling of her sweaty hair on your sweatier palms making this the sweatiest you two have probably ever been. Although life has been good to you the last couple of days, this enjoyment is rejected.

Jiwon tries her best to make you forget this tiny imperfection by going deeper. As you gradually disappear in her, you feel her getting more tense, more anxious, more—

She chokes. She shrieks. Basically simultaneously, and backs off completely, small rivers of drool run down the phallic length and pool at your shaven base. Jiwon's eyes are a pool as well, salty tears collect there, but they are not allowed to burst.

"Hey, you! Get off him. I challenge you to a duel!"

From another entrance, opposite of the one Jiwon entered, a woman shouts to your general direction. Her index finger points at the surprised, teary girl in between your legs.

"Who are you?" you ask, as you haven't seen her on any of the screens. But then you remember: before Jiwon arrived, you had only paid attention to four other girls. As this is a game of three versus three, one must be missing. And it's this absolute beauty.

"My name is Yoohyeon, sweety. Excuse me, but I have to do something first."

She approaches Jiwon, who tries to cover her private parts while looking like an absolute mess. Yoohyeon stretches out a hand and a sudden, booming robotic voice announces the scene to the audience:

"Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher has challenged Jiwon of Team Everglow. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…"

One of them smirks, the other frowns. Without hesitation, two fingers form scissors. With too much hesitation, a hand forms a fist. The robotic voice announces the winner:

“Yoohyeon of Team Dreamcatcher wins, as Jiwon of Team Everglow was not fast enough. Jiwon, please back off for five minutes.”

“Yeah, you better do,” Yoohyeon playfully says, while locking eyes with you, “because it’s my turn now. I will get the secret out of this handsome man here.”

You gasp when Yoohyeon straddles your lap. The chaotic, absurd, hilarious situation made you almost forget to inspect her body, and now that it is this close, you can’t help but to be in awe. No man deserves to be this lucky, to see abs this toned, to feel skin this smooth and to hear a voice this sultry. 

“I will make you feel so good, baby. I am all yours. If you tell me the secret, I’ll get rid of these stupid shakles and let you touch every inch of my body.”

“Tempting, really. But I need some proof that you are any good.”

Yoohyeon smiles and kisses your cheek. No more words are needed as she skillfully lines her pussy up with your dick. Wet, hot folds rub along your tip for a second and make you forget that there is another girl close by, who had your cock in her mouth less than a minute ago. The absurdeties of pornography, and you are right in the middle of it all.

A deep, gorgeous moan right next to your ear by this gorgeous woman tells the viewer that you penetrate her. At first it’s only parts of your cock, but after a small adjustment, Yoohyeon is able to take your entire length and have it seated in her slick cavern. At this moment you do not need any libido increasing serum, as a look into her slowly melting face is stimulating beyond all need. 

“If… fuck, so tight… if I can cum in this god-like pussy, I’ll tell you the secret—”

“Yes! Fuck me, fill me up! Shove your seed in me with your huge cock!”

“But… if you cum before I do, you lose and I will never tell you the secret. Deal?”

Yoohyeon eyes you in shock. She looks stunning, with her contemplative gaze and rosy cheeks and blonde, messy hair—quite similar to Jiwon’s actually. Unlike during the game of rock-paper-scissors, she hesitates to answer. To your surprise, she suddenly starts to rock her hips back and forth to stimulate your cock, while still contemplating her decision. 

Groan at the excellent way she tries to trick you, before proving that you are not naive:

“I know what you are trying to pull, so it won’t work. Deal or no Deal?”

“Ugh, fine,“ Yoohyeon whines. A quick lick from your throat to your jaw, then as she reaches your lips she moans: “Deal. I’ll milk you dry.”

And milking, she does. Furious movements up and down, like she is your hand giving you satisfaction in your bed at midnight, as you watch the greatest porn that any person ever had the joy to watch. This comparison fails massively, as Yoohyeon’s cunt is a million times better than any hand ever could be. It’s also probably still in the early evening and you are not watching porn. No, you are producing it. 

However many men will watch this clip, they will never experience how fucking tight Yoohyeon is and how fast she fucks herself onto you, desperate for your release so she can win this game. The slapping sound is like the rhythmic beat for a song, and her moans are the vocals that are not allowed to reach their high-note, although it feels inevitable. This song definitely has a high-note. 

“I bet you like this pussy, baby. Am I not the tightest you ever had?”

“Hm. And I bet I’m the biggest you ever had.”

Do the only useful move you can on this chair: buckle up your hips. Your crotch meets her ass wonderfully, making the loudest clap sound yet, and Yoohyeon’s hiss is amplified by her fingers digging into your nape. She certainly is closer to the peak than you. Her song runs at 1.5 times the speed, so she slows down the movement of her hips.

A lip bite to muffle her moans before she engages in a wild makeout session with you. But even her skilled tongue swirling inside your mouth and overwhelming your own does not make you cum faster than her. The feeling of her walls squeezing harder and weter tell the truth she is not ready to admit. 

Luckily for her, a high-pitched giggle interrupts her:

“Wow, Yoohyeon! You didn’t even wait for me! Are you that horny?”

Take a second to regain your focus. Only now you recognize the approaching, nude figure: it’s the small woman with the big thighs and speedy legs. Apparently she is in the same team as Yoohyeon, who has completely stopped riding you and tries to catch her breath. 

“S-sua-unnie… you took so long… I—”

“I think you are just very needy~” Sua says, pressing her breasts against Yoohyeon’s back, while wrapping one arm around her waist. The taller blonde squirms at the touch.

“I-I, I’m just needy, needy to win.”

“Yeah, of course, “ Sua moans sarcastically, while rubbing down to Yoohyeon’s thighs, teasing the thoroughly fucked entrance, and collecting samples of the fresh nectar.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you jokingly address the new player, “If she cums before me, you might lose this game.”

The small Sua looks over her teammates shoulder and into your smirking face. Unimpressed by your threat, she inserts her juice covered fingers into your mouth. The unexpected taste makes you lick the digits without giving it a second thought. In an instant, Sua shifts from playful and easy going to dominant and controlling.

“When it comes to sex, I have never lost a game. Believe me, boy, I can make you cum easily. And with these around your wrist,” she points at the constraints that hold you to the chair, “you won’t be able to resist me.”

A chill runs down your spine, while Sua trails down Yoohyeon’s spine and gets on her knees. The base of your cock is right at her mouth and the palm of her tiny hand cups your balls gently, yet threateningly. It would be unwise of her to do something painful to you—but you never know. 

Sloppy licks on your already glistening cock, then pokes on Yoohyeon’s ass; seems like Sua wants her to continue. The double attack might have them at an advantage, but Yoohyeon still looks dangerously close. Not that it was a concern for you: it’s all pleasure for you, it’s all show for the consumer. The five or so cameras on you fade into the background, only the newly bouncing girl on your cock is in your focus.

Sua’s interruption moved back your two climaxes. Temporarily. Yoohyeon goes back to full speed. Every muscle, from the tip of her toes to those in her gorgeous face fights to make this stimulating yet unstimulating. An odd paradox which Sua has to pay no mind to.

The older, small woman puts all her experience, and it seems to be quite a lot of experience, into her tongue and hand action in between your spread legs. From your point of view it is hard to see, yet easy to feel how every square centimeter of your hardness Yoohyeon’s clamping pussy doesn’t reach gets coated in saliva. 

The advantage has shifted; at this pace you might lose. Your calls for unfairness would reach no ear. Who would listen to someone whining that two women try their best to make you burst inside one of them? A man has got to help himself, with the only part he can move; his head.

Yoohyeon adjusts for a moment. In this slight time frame, you take one of her solid nipples into your mouth and suck vigorously, like you want to make her lactate by pure willpower. Your tongue flicks the nub like a light switch, and Yoohyeon’s eyes begin to flicker. 

Screams are stuck in her throat. Victory is yours for sure. The girl has stopped moving, her sweaty thighs rest on yours, her shaven pussy leaks, her swollen chest heaves. There is nothing she can do, except get up and stumble backwards. Away from your mast, away from your mouth, away from—

Into the arms of an opponent.

“Do you mind me helping you?” a sweet voice asks.

“Wha—AH!”

Yoohyeon’s orbs widen to their maximum extent, while two fingers extend themselves into her dripping cunt and a thumb rubs her clit. She probably thought she had escaped, but a gorgeous, barely flushed brunette from the opposing team has caught her. With no mercy, she finishes the blonde girl.

A powerful burst of squirt shoots out of Yoohyeon’s pussy. Her knees buckle, hips tremble as she sinks to the ground. Is she feeling pleasure, or the dread of defeat? Did she see her irresistibly sexy killer, or is her mind blank? Wait, is touching an opponent even allowed? 

As long as the consumer likes it, who cares. The scene was absolutely perfect.

“That was easier than I thought. Can’t complain. Hey, you!” she points to a stunned Sua in between your legs, yet you still react to the call.

“Huh?”

“No, not you. I will take care of your, my God, absolute monster in a second. First off, I challenge this small, yet kinda hot slut to a duel.”

“What the fuck? How dare you call me a slut!”

Sua jumps up. Fury in her eyes, and you are glad her hands shape into a fist away from your rod. The same fist is ready to fight; in a game of rock-paper-scissors that is. A staredown starts as the robotic voice announces the duel:

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow has challenged Sua of Team Dreamcatcher to a duel. You will play rock-paper-scissors. Please start in 3… 2… 1…”

Swiftly, Sua shakes her balled up hand to reveal her pick: it’s rock. 

Sihyeon smiles calmly. Her gentle fingers, a little of Yoohyeon’s juice still stuck on them, are stretched out to form her pick: paper.

“Sihyeon of Team Everglow wins. Sua, please back off for five minutes.”

“That’s bullshit! So fucking unfair…” 

Sua looks like she is about to throw a tantrum, but the calm beauty in front of her makes her shut up—by sealing her lips with her own. And all of a sudden, a potential fight escalates to a make out session, which Sihyeon uses to get past Sua by spinning her around. 

Firm, slappable ass cheeks wrap around your cock as the kiss ends and Sua is left pouting in silence. With sluggish bends, Sihyeon jerks off your dick with nothing but her large, round peach. Needless to say that it is not on the level of Yoohyeon’s pussy, but an impressed groan still leaves your lips. 

Sihyeon gives you a sexy gaze above her shoulder, while brushing away her long, dark brown hair. 

“Hey. I bet you like how your big cock looks at my ass. Imagine it inside me. My pussy wrapping around it~”

“Not bad, not bad,” you say, putting on a facade of toughness, “How about you show me what you got? Spin around for me.”

Sihyeon does so willingly, her now signature smile still on her lips. As she slowly spins around, her hands travel along her perfect curves, wide hips, sizable breasts and to her heat. Seductively, her fingers pass through the well-trimmed above her slit, until she touches her swollen clit. She mewls and giggles softly at her own touch. With this show, her entire being, face to thighs, has embedded itself in your mind forever.

“You like what you see? Does the hair bother you?”

“Not at all. You look excellent. Already very excited, huh?”

“Well,” Sihyeon looks around the room, to Yoohyeon, to Sua, and to Jiwon, who starts to approach her with determined steps and swaying hips, “seeing so many naked bodies and such a big girth does things to me~”

“I see,” you whisper with a smirk, “then how about a deal for you to get that precious information out of—”

To your visible surprise, Sihyeon presses her index on your talkative lips and gets into the same position as Yoohyeon before her. Your cock rests at her folds, but not for long. While gliding down on it, she says with remarkable composure: 

“No deal. I’m only here to pleasure you.”

And that is exactly what she does. Sensually, with all her passion and without raising her hip. She just twists and twirls them, her warm walls grind mind numbingly on your mast, you can’t help but throw your head back. Like a tornado of changing pressure, Sihyeon swirls her hips. She starts to lean forward, pressing her breasts into your chest. Oh, what would you give for the shirt to be—

Open.

It’s open.

A couple of buttons don’t survive the sudden tear of Jiwon at the expensive fabric. Fresh air has no time to hit your chest, because Sihyeon immediately presses hers onto it. It’s hot. 

How did you miss Jiwon though? She did walk over, but even when you threw your head back, you did not see her adorable, highly concentrated, almost stern looking face. Sihyeon’s pussy is at fault. Its grip is just too good, too mesmerizing, your vision must have blurred or gone white. 

“I-is Sihyeon g-good, Mister?”

The response you give the unsure blonde is nothing but irregular hums of enjoyment. She seems to get the message though. 

“I’m… I’m sorry that I w-was so bad… before.”

“Don’t—fuck—sweat it. Train, train a little more, ‘kay?”

“How about,” Sihyeon rises from your chest, her lower body still in full motion to stimulate your cock, “you use that tongue right now?”

And with that, she uses her left palm to press Jiwon’s face onto hers and engages into an explosive attack of her tongue. 

In awe you watch from below as these beautiful women make out. Their eyes are closed, moans suppressed and saliva spills from their mouths, especially Jiwon's. The porbographic clichee is blatently obvious and it would bother you if it weren't so fucking hot.

Sihyeon seems to get the most enjoyment out of this as her nipples grow more erect each second Jiwon gets more into the kiss. Her hands dig into the blonde strands of her friend and it's like she holds on for dear life.

You're about to unload. A tight pussy became even tighter, sexy faces became even sexier, and feral moans became even more feral. An animalistic showing for the viewer—and Sihyeon brings it to perfection.

A sudden, not-before-done slam of her hips onto your cock makes her cum nanoseconds before you. With a freed mouth she screams and easily overwhelms your satisfied howl, understandable, no, necessary, as you pump her full of your seed.

The fulfillment of a carnal desire is apparently enough to make you oblivious to the fact that millions of people can watch your dick fill a stranger's pussy with whiteness. Whiteness that slowly runs out of her in tiny blobs as she falls to the side and into Jiwon's arms. They both sink to the floor, a satisfied girl and a needy girl.

"I-I want ne-next, Mist—"

"Uhm, no!" Sua shouts and storms towards them,"I'll challenge you to a duel, so you can fuck off and have me have a piece of that!"

"Not if I challenge you first," a completely new voice remarks cheekishly.

"Small one, I think you have to go through me first. I challenge you too!" Another new voice from the same direction. 

Moments ago, you gave the most glorious creampie of all time. Now, you find yourself in a shouting match between one, two, three, four, five, six, seven—no, it's only six girls, partially known, partially unknown to you.

Before the situation can escalate further, if multiple confusing rounds of rock-paper-scissors can even be called an escalation, the robotic voice interrupts everyone sharply.

"Attention, attention! Every contestant has arrived at the center of the arena, which is why the rules will be changed. There will be no more duels. The only way to stop an opponent is by stimulating their erogenous zones. Also: Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher and Aisha of Team Everglow both get a toy of their choice as they have solved the most puzzles. Please move to the backstage area to receive it."

Everyone is slow to react after the excessive downpour of information. Everyone, except Sua, who takes the opportunity to immediately jump on the free seat that is your lap.

"Fuck, finally you're mine, boy! Tell me: what can I do to make you tell me the secret? Do you want to cum in my pussy too? I bet I'm tighter than that bitch over there."

Sua gives Sihyeon an amused and disgusted look, while reaching for your re-hardening shaft. Her soft hand give slow strokes and you grow and grow as her words get dirtier and dirtier:

"Or I can put your huge dick between my thighs and jerk it off. Did you notice them? I bet you never felt how that soft skin makes you cum."

You wince a little and stare down at the two pieces of pale smoothness that keep Sua upright. They are fucking marvelous, yet…

"Or should I get on my knees again and use my wet tongue to coat your entire cock, before I deepthroat that massive thi—"

"Yes, fuck! Just fucking do it already!"

Those words came out a lot more desperate than they needed to. Maybe they were even unprofessional for a porn actor, but Sua does not seem to mind it in the slightest:

"Oh, needy boy. I will suck you dry. Watch me."

Sua gets out of your sight and down on her knees, like she described. Then she releases her tongue, wrapping and swirling it around your juice covered cock, like she described. Finally, she aligns the base with her throat and glides the entire length down her throat until a violent gag disrupts her. With more time, she would have described this process as well.

Perhaps the serum can keep you hard for hours with no end. But how long can your mind handle this? You feel light headed by the head of Sua, wishing for nothing more than to grab her black hair and fuck her head until your head explodes. Dazed words gasp out of your mouth, again desperate:

"S-Sua, please, fuck; open these shakles, pl-please!"

Sua's slightly sore sounds spell splendid stories:

"Only, only, if you fuck my face like I'm a worthless slut, and drown my in your cum."

"Of course, yes, always!"

She smiles, and while still licking up and down your cock, she opens the knots holding you down. As the ropes loosen and fall to the ground, Sua devours you again, forcing not only gags, but also streams of tears from her eyes this time. 

You never imagined seeing tears of joy mixed with mascara on a woman's face. Time to make more. A lot more.

Your hands run, without thought or guidance, by pure instinct alone, over her messy, stained, soft cheeks and up to her hair. You bundle it to two makeshift pony tails and stand up from the chair. A final look in her eyes; they could not beg better.

Fuck her face onto you, fuck yourself onto her face. Find a rhythm where you reach deep down into her, make her choke, make her flail, before pulling out. Repeat, forever. Make her feel your heat, feel her heat the same. 

Your eyes close instinctively and for the first time since Sua said her final words; your ears pick up sounds from your surroundings again. You hear curses, slurps, slaps, screams, and a fuckton of moans, trumping everything like a choir of lust. 

There is definitely a lot more happening around you. Maybe you are not even the focus of the camera currently. Either way, opening your eyes will definitely reveal a breathtaking scenery of wild, uncontrolled girl-on-girl action that you can't miss.

But you still have a promise to fulfill. You focus only on Sua. Her eyelids flutter like crazy and she starts to grab your thighs tightly for support. She is starting to look like you fucker her silly. Every new gag sounds like hardcore violence, so you lower the pacing and give her jaw some rests. It does not decrease your pleasure: her throat is hot and tight just as before. 

A bold thought overtakes your clouded mind. It alone is so strong that it pushes you inches before orgasm. Acting on it could make for a great scene, a pornographic spectacle, although you're not sure if Sua likes it.

"Ah, fuck it."

You stare deeply into her eyes, while pulling her silky black hair towards your crotch. Sua probably expects a final, heavy thrust before you feed her your seed, but before that, you spit in her face. A final degradation on a thoroughly ruined woman—and now she jokes on your cum.

The first spurts land deep in the back of her throat, the second wave in her mouth, and the finale is on her face and tits, which you have not given any attention. A fucking waste, but whatever. At least they are glazed with your load now.

You should collapse on the floor like Sua does, speechless, spent, sexually satisfied. But the serum from before keeps you hard and with your eyes now unoccupied, you search for your next prey. Comparable to a feral lion, you walk to the first couple you see:

In a mating press: Yoohyeon. The one pressing her: the exceptionally tall girl who was the last to enter the area. The pressing instrument: a huge, purple strap-on.

"Yoorim-mommy, faster! G-give me your cock!"

Yoohyeon's repeated screams get interrupted by Yoorim forcing one of her breasts into her mouth. Yoohyeon doesn't hesitate, and immediately sucks all over it, while gently cupping the other.

"Look, baby, who is here? I think Daddy wants to fuck you too, hm?" Yoorim asks, looking over her shoulder towards you. She winks and mouths a singular word, while still jolting her hips and pleasuring Yoohyeon with the fake-dick.

Ass. 

Does it make sense that these two opponents of different Teams now act out such a kinky and random scene? No.

Does anyone really care? Director, cameraman, actresses, actor, viewer? No.

Does Yoorim reach backwards to spread Yoohyeon's tasty looking, surprisingly big ass cheeks? Yes.

It takes the blink of an eye, and you bury half of your throbbing cock into Yoohyeon's rectum. A booming yelp is forced out of the blonde girl, who now has to deal with two people thrusting in and out of her tight holes.

Yoorim moans satisfied. She picks up the pace and you contemplate keeping up with her but then realize that the current feeling is more than enough for your thoroughly used phallus.

You feel Yoohyeon squeeze down naturally and you feel Yoorim's thrusts throw the thin inside walls. You feel their asses and legs on your digits as you run them all over it. Last but not least, you ears feel each of their unreasonable, feral, mindless words of sexual bliss:

"Daddy, Mommy, you are so big! Please fuck baby!"

"Baby, you are so tight! If you scream louder, you deserve Daddy's load."

"Yes! Daddy, give me your load! Breed my ass, Daddy!"

"Such a dumb Baby. Mommy needs to punish you."

A loud clap. Not the applause of the audience, but Yoorim's hand meeting Yoohyeon's ass with a singular strike. Then another, a third one. 

At this point you have to grit your teeth to not join the cacophony of moans. As your third orgasm approaches, you finally penetrate Yoohyeon fully. The depths you reach make her quiver and shout in ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, Mommy! Daddy, please! Cum too!"

Spread her cheeks, pound her with Yoorim's rhythm and unload an unholy amount in her godly ass. You rest your base at Yoohyeon's puckered hole and watch girl-cum stream out of her pussy when Yoorim removes the strap-on from it. 

"Is it deep, baby? Is that a good cock?"

"Y-yes. Th-thank you, Daddy."

Yoohyeon mewls cutely, when you pull your solid shaft out of her. The gaping hole doesn't even leak white; it's too deep inside her. Heavy breaths from each of you to recollect yourselves.

"That serum is insane. You're still hard as a rock," Yoorim whispers in awe, while staring back over her shoulder. This position prevents you from seeing her entire face, so with no warning issued, you grab her wrist and spin her around. 

"You like looking back over your shoulder?" you ask jokingly, trying to ignore the pulsing of your rigid manhood.

"Yeah, I do. What about it?"

"I couldn't see your face. You look hella pretty. It's a shame to hide it."

Yoorim laughs while she wraps her hands around your nape: "Are you flirting with me? No need for flattery, you're here to fuck me anyways."

You quickly press a kiss on her lips. She actually starts to blush a little and avoids your gaze, until you groan into her ear:

"I'll fuck you in the ass, doggy. Don't forget to look back, pretty."

The two of you act synchronized like olympic team swimmers and your dick is parting her tiny back entrance. She hisses in pain. You stop your advances and wait for her to do her signature look back. Doey orbs and pouty lips greet you:

"Let me, let me adjust. It's been long, you know."

"If Yoohyeon was still paying attention, she'd be disappointed in her Mommy," you say in a deep, soothing voice while kissing down her wonderful, long back. "Be a good Mommy and relax for Daddy, okay?"

Yoorim nods and sighs. Deep breath. Deep breath. You're able to enter her, gradually, with all the care in the world. Yoohyeon in comparison must be an anal freak, but the difference doesn't matter. Some viewers will enjoy the change of pace and the slow and sensual stuff.

"Hm, damn."

"Does it hurt?"

"Fuck, yes. But at the same time, it feels weirdly good. Can you pull my hair a little?"

"Uhm, sure. Tell me, if I'm too hard, fast, whatever."

Another peek of Yoorim. It feels almost iconic now.

"Give them a show, Daddy."

That is what you are here for: to make a show out of fondling her hair and getting a hold of it. To make a show out of stroking her hips and jamming them down on it. To make a show out of forcing her to squeal and tremble under the might of your cock. 

Her rectum is the show for you. It wrings, squeezes, and imprints itself on you, from tip to base. It overwhelms your senses, thrust after thrust, as you widen the entrance. She will remember you forever.

Pull harder to mess up the strands at her back even more. Take a handful of her butt and knead it like the perfect dough it is. Yoorim is a full package, a great experience, a 10/10 ride in a wild amusement park. Sadly, those rides are always short.

"I'm close, Yoorim. Where do you want Daddy's load?"

"Inside. Paint Mommy's asshole white, Daddy. Mark me for today."

A couple of jolts later, and you release it. A squirm of joy shoots through Yoorim, her body flies upwards, then it comes gliding down. Her body lost all of its tension, and when you slowly drag out of her red hole, she falls to the side. Closed eyes, a smile on her face.

"Did you even cum?"

"No," she shakes her head, long legs resting atop each other, long torso expanding with each exasperated breath. "It doesn't matter though. I had fun."

A flurry of taps on your nape pulls you out of this somewhat wonderful moment too soon. Work is calling, and you still need to get used to it. There will be another naked woman behind you, and you will have sex with her.

Damn, you couldn't even ask why Yoorim picked a strap-on. At least you can ask the final player why she chose the toy she chose. What will it be?

You get up, then spin around. In front of you is the girl with the big pouty lips, Gahyeon of Team Dreamcatcher. Short, dark brown hair, feisty looking, although she tries to make it look sinister, vicious, controlling. 

"You're Gahyeon? Sorry, if you're trying to look threatening; it's not really working. The only 'scary' thing about you is that thing in your hand."

Gahyeon raises the object up to your face: a dog's collar with a metal chain attached to it. Whatever her small rattle with it is supposed to indicate to you, you object to her and push it back down.

"Not interested."

"Damn. Well, I'll get my satisfaction elsewhere then. Anyways," Gahyeon turns her head to look through the room, still talking to you,"I think you haven't told anyone the secret yet."

"Oh fuck. I kinda forgot."

"Idiot. Is it too late already?"

"Actually, no. But to level the playing field for the finale we need to find Jiwon."

"Jiwon? Who is that and why do we need her?"

You grin and carefully move over to where Jiwon sits, at the edge of the one and only chair in this room. Gahyeon follows, annoyance written all over her face. 

"M-mister," Jiwon stands up when she sees you,"please tell me: W-what can I do to win us the game?"

"Glad you ask. I was just about to tell you. Listen closely:" You should feel stupid or awkward for standing naked and erect between two very attractive strangers, nude and aroused as well, while telling them how to fuck you. But all awkwardness is rendered obsolete by pure, unquenched horniness.

"The secret to winning is that each Team has to have the three holes, ass, pussy, mouth filled. But only one member is eligible for one hole. Now you just have to find out which of your holes has to be filled."

Sounds about right, you tell yourself. The two beauties still haven't found the answer, so you take your time to inspect their bodies thoroughly:

They are both about the same height. Gahyeon stands proud, her remarkable breasts and well-groomed pussy on full display. You assume she hides her focus beneath a cool layer of boredom, emphasized by her unimpressed features and chain rattling. 

Jiwon on the other hand looks a lot less collected and more ashamed. Her posture is timid, her arms hide her bosom, which is smaller than Gahyeon's, and the way her legs entangle, her shaven pussy is barely visible. You assume that when you criticized her handjob skills and she (literally) choked at her blowjob, her confident facade fell apart. 

Suddenly, an equally terrified and excited Jiwon falls to her knees and crawls towards you. Pressing her cheek on your cock, she whisper cutely:

"You, you need to cum in my mouth, Mister. S-so please, fill my face."

Her plea is hot and without a doubt tempting, but what really catches your aroused attention is Gahyeon, when she grabs Jiwon's throat to put the collar on it. 

"Hey! What—"

"Shut up, bitch! Stay on your fucking knees, like the bitch dog you are! You don't deserve that dick."

Gahyeon's intimidation works on at least one person, likely the only one in this room. Jiwoo whines in terror. She looks to you for help, some sort of salvation, but it's nowhere to be found.

At this moment, you have to let the show just be show. Your paycheck is the same, no matter if Team Everglow or Team Dreamcatcher wins. For her it's the same. In conclusion, this can only be about her pride.

Gahyeon's demanding, aggressive voice attacks Jiwon again:

"Your words, your voice, your attitude is pathetic. How dare you bitch think that stuttering and a tiny plea is enough! I only need a couple of words, a single phrase, and every man would fuck my pussy, while groaning my name and filling me up. You are so useless!"

With wide open eyes and amused by the entertainment, you sit down on the chair. It feels a lot more like a throne now. You are the king who has the power to decide who wins. A magnificent turn of events.

"S-sorry, I… I want to—" Jiwon gets interrupted by a hard pull on the collar. Gahyeon restricts her air flow, before slamming her upper body down to the floor.

"Did I tell you to speak, bitch? Are you that stupid? My God, you're lucky I don't care that much about winning or else I would end the game right now."

Gahyeon bends down to a teary eyed Jiwon, ready to start crying and apologizing. Two fingers at her chin raise her up, and like a literal dog on a chain, Jiwon gets guided towards you. More precisely: to your rigid cock.

"Not a lot of bitches get a second chance. Now, bitch, do better! Beg for it."

Jiwon hesitates. For some reason, she accidentally starts to cross eye your length and stutters heavier than before:

"G-give me your, your co-cock, Mister, please, I n-need it…"

A yank at her collar and the reoccuring lack of air makes Jiwon burst. Streams of tears run down her otherwise flawless rosy cheeks. You watch closely as Gahyeon stares at Jiwon in anger and hate, but the more salty rivers cross her face, the more lustful Gahyeon's gaze appears.

With her digits, she quickly rubs Jiwon's cheeks and collects a couple of droplets. She makes a whole celebration watching the usually unspectacular water, before licking the droplets off of her fingers.

"Hm, fuck yeah. Take your final chance, whiny slut, before I fuck him and make you eat my ass. Go go!"

Jiwon trips the short way back to you, and almost lands on either of her sides. Crawling has to be painful by now, her knees sore and legs contorted. Maybe it's a partial reason why she still cries at your feet:

"Please, I need, fuck. Use me, fuck, face, my face—please, fuck…"

Gahyeon doesn't even need to pull at her chain; Jiwon breaks down on her own and just cries at your feet. Triumphantly, her rival, her tormentor, walks over, hips sexily swaying side to side. She sits down on your lap like Yoohyeon and Sihyeon did before her.

"I had two girls like that already," you complain jokingly.

"But if I sit down the other way, she can't eat my ass," Gahyeon replies the same, while adjusting to the just "rejected" position. 

As she aligns her pink entrance with your cockhead, you fondle her tits. Their softness is even more impeccable than you assumed. What a waste that you ignored most of the other bosoms but who are you to complain. After all, yet another girl starts to bounce on your rigid member.

"Fuck, that is huge. You fill me up so well."

"Fuck, that is hot. You are a volcano inside."

From the corner of your eyes you see a distressed cameraman flailing his arms. They want to wrap up things quickly. A good reason to fuck Gahyeon faster and getting a hold of her amazing waist-hip-thigh ratio. Although she could provide even more pleasure than just being a well-formed fleshlight.

"So you can make me feral with just a couple of words? Get me in heat then!"

"I'm your cocksleeve, your cockslave! Defile me, breed me, own me, Master!"

That switch in her tone, facial expression and of course, choice of words, give you a glimpse of what animalistic heat must feel like. No reason, no rhythm, no control, as your dick disappears in her pussy, kisses her womb, and appears, covered in slick. 

Sadly, there is no time to suck on her tits, salivate over her thighs, or spank her buttocks. Make up for it by sucking on her neck and collarbone, to make her scream in pleasure. It would be a shame if she didn't—

"Ah, I'm cumming!"

Good thing that she is a porn actress and knows how to perfectly announce her climax, although the following abundance of squirt makes it very obvious. It splashes and streams everywhere, you feel it on your skin and you see it land on a completely broken Jiwon.

Wrap your arms around Gahyeon's waist and press her down on your cock. Pulsating insides, a pulsating rod. In pulses, ropes of your final load paint her inside the color of her milky skin. 

"Shit, that was good. Hey! Don't forget to breathe, newbie! You did it."

Gahyeon's words fall on unconscious ears. A final flicker, then your orbs shut down like the rest of your body. What will your dazed mind dream of? Nude, sweaty bodies? Warm, tight holes? Or the absurd, undeserved luck?

"Team Dreamcatcher wins!"

"The shooting is ov—"

#

Night has fallen onto the city. In a parking lot is still commotion, as two people still engage in conversation next to a black Mercedes:

"Hey…"

"Oh, hi Jiwon. You still here?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask you something…"

"Uhm, sure. What is it?"

"About the shooting… I…"

"Hey, I'm sorry if that was too hard on you. We should have—"

"No! That's not it. Please just—"

She opens her overcoat, revealing the bare body you are already familiar with to you.

"—show me how to become a good cockslave for you, Master. Use me!"

[yayteaberry]

*SFW* Sunflower (Momo)

In retrospect, you may have had a crush on Momo from the moment you officially met her. That would’ve been your third year of school, when you came to Japan.

You were born in America but the hero programs in any state didn’t compare to UA, so your parents moved to Sakai to pursue your education in the hopes that it’d give you an edge. And that’s how you met Momo, instantly making friends with her as she seemed like she needed one.

Naturally you’ve always been extroverted, Momo being a more reclusive child meant that it was a perfect contrast of excitability to her peacefulness.

For some reason you were enamored with her, you’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked it of you. A strong bond formed that way, that promise to be there for each other goes both ways. Honestly you might be in love with her at this point.

It’d be difficult to say you weren’t, everything she did seemed perfect to you. She’s incredibly smart, adorable near constantly, admirable in her goals, there isn’t a thing you would change even if you could.

Today has gone the usual pace, extremely boring until combat training, and extremely boring after. Taking English seems a little unnecessary to you right now, but you do understand that a large part of marketing depends on western audiences since they’re the ones who tend to go overboard on obsessing over such things.

All in all, you find it worth it since Momo loves the current unit studying the Shakespeare play ‘romeo and juliet’.

“It’s just so romantic!”, Momo gushes before taking a sip of tea, “I can’t stop thinking about that quote, ‘A rose by any name would smell as sweet’.”

You nod, “It really is.”

The both of you are relaxing in the dorms common room, idly watching a show you’ve never seen before on TV. She’s sat next to you on the couch, legs crossed with her plate for her cup resting on her upper thigh, you sitting as unladylike as humanly possible per the usual.

“Roses are romantic in general, I’d hope to encapsulate their atmosphere of love and dedication. Maybe someday I’ll remind someone of one.”, she says wistfully.

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Well you’ve never reminded me of one, I think they’re overrated. You remind me of a sunflower.”

“Is that a crack at my height?”, she quips dryly, putting her cup down with a quiet ‘clink’.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m an inch taller for one,”, you say passively as you sit up, invested in the fight scene playing out, “and for two it’s because of who you are as a person. They’re tall, sure, but nobody really thinks of that first when they think of one.”

“Well what do they think of?” She asks curiously, more focused on you than the TV.

“Warmth. Comfort. Strength. A rose is delicate, they need a specific type of dirt, a specific allotment of water per day or they’ll wilt and die. Sunflowers are resilient and function with anything thrown their way. They root themselves in rocky soil, they withstand hostile wind, it’s common for them to be the only sunflower in that particular spot despite all those aesthetic pictures of ‘em in fields.” You aren’t thinking about what you’re saying, just letting it all flow freely without the usual censoring you do. “They’re a beautiful flower no matter what, but they handle themselves with a composition that roses couldn’t ever hope to achieve. When I think of a rose I think of a borderline sickly and needy little thing, when I think of a sunflower I think of tenacity and adaptability.”

Too absorbed into the show, you don’t see the pink across the bridge of her nose or the way her eyes are wide open, unsure of how she should respond, so she doesn’t. You barely remember you’ve said anything at all, time passing smoothly for you.

Though you lose interest once all the action is over, turning to see what Momo is up to since she’s been quiet for a while. Like she usually does when lost in thought, she’s got her eyebrows knitted together as she stares a hole into the carpet, drumming her fingers along her cup.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”, you ask as you scoot closer to her, breaking her out of her mental labyrinth.

She blinks a few times and offers an odd laugh, “O-Oh! Nothing, just… Nothing! It’s nothing.”

“Okay?”, you say with a drawn out O, “You absolutely sure it’s nothing?” 

With a nod she stands, dropping the cup's plate onto the floor. She swipes it up before you can even bend over for it, hurriedly shuffling off towards the dorm kitchen without another word.

You just sit in place, seriously confused over the abnormal behavior.

… Did what’s playing on TV bother her? Sometimes she thinks about the logistics of certain things too hard but there’s nothing that happened that should upset her like that.

After a solid ten minutes passes and she doesn’t return, you follow her into the kitchen to see if she’s still there.

She is, just as you suspected, leaning against the counter with a hand at the side of her face as she’s gotten lost in thought again.

"Hey?", you say to announce your presence, which doesn't work to get her attention so you stand beside her and give a concerned hum, "Momo?"

That works well enough, her jumping slightly. "Y-yes?"

 "Are you okay? You're not usually like this, what's wrong?", worrying for her well-being leaks into your words, tone drenched with it.

"... It's just...", she pauses to give a frustrated grunt at her inability to express herself how she internally wants, "Just, I can't stop thinking about what you said."

Your heart sinks into your stomach at that, what did you say to her!?

"I guess I didn't see how much I feared that I was fragile, I tend to stiffen up sometimes and I'm more sheltered than others because of my well off background. It means a lot that you said what you did, validates me more than I thought I needed." She smiles and sighs, "More so, I don't understand why it's making me react like this." It's now that you notice how her cheeks are tinted pink, her awkward posture adding to her cute appearance.

"Huh, I'm glad I could help you feel better then.", you say as you force your eyes off of her and onto the coffee pot across the room. 

"Hearing that was nearly hypnotizing, I couldn't stop staring at you!", she giggles as she speaks, "It's like that made me fall in love with you even more!" At first you were going to laugh with her but that second sentence has you frozen, sight locked onto her as you turn bright red. 

She meets your eyes and neither of you can do anything now, locked into a standstill as her words hang in the air. You're looping it over and over in your head already, only able to remember bits and pieces of what you'd said to her earlier despite how desperately you're tugging at your memory.

Does... She feels the same..?

You open your mouth to speak but only huff with a nervous chuckle, rubbing at the back of your neck as your brain turns to mush. A second attempt proves just as successful, until you decide to just go for it. Fuck it, you've been holding back on this for years now.

"Momo," you say tenderly as you take both of her hands into yours, "I think... N-No, it's definite, I know that how I feel about you is concrete."

Her eyes glance down to your lips briefly, tempting you to do the same, finding that it makes you light headed to indulge in thinking about how plush her lips are. She takes care of herself extremely well, her skin is always so ungodly soft and you know those lips have to be the same, it's a guilty pleasure of yours to daydream about what it'd be like.

Here's your chance.

Taking the lead, you lean in close with hesitance, gauging her reaction. Like a deer in headlights she stands in place, though when you stop moving you notice that she'd been leaning in too. Your heart feels like it might pop from the tension, her hands squeezing yours in anticipation.

"Heya, kero.", chirps Tsuyu as she wanders into the kitchen innocently, not noticing the moment she was now a part of because she's making a line straight for the fridge, unaware of the position you're in.

Just as your lips brush against hers you recoil to turn towards your friend, letting go of Momo as you turn tomato red, ears burning with embarrassment.

"Hi!", you nearly shout back with way too much volume, smiling tensely, taking a step away from Momo.

Tsuyu grabs a can of soda and closes the fridge, opening it as she looks directly at you both. "... Is everything okay here?"

"Yes! Perfect! Couldn't be better!", you nearly cut her off with your over-enthusiastic response. You go to spare Momo a glance only to watch as she flees the scene, making you jealous and lonely at the same time.

Tsuyu hums sarcastically, “Sure. Better go say something to her before the moment passes.”

“What moment?” Even you have to admit that you’re a terrible liar.

She rolls her eyes as she pops the tab on her can, calmly walking towards the common room.

You give yourself a second to panic before you lightly jog towards the girls wing, knowing she’s likely smothering herself in her bed right now.

When you get to her door, you find yourself hesitating.

She’s your best friend! You can totally talk to her about this!

… Except that you just confirmed your feelings for her, something you’ve never talked about in any way.

Neither of you have ever discussed having a crush with one another, it just didn’t happen intense enough to merit a conversation. You make a jokes about how you’re likely a lesbian, does that count?

Ah why is this so difficult! She was about to kiss you, she feels the same way you do! Unless she didn’t… Oh god what if she wasn’t doing anything because she wasn’t into it. Oh god! How can you ever be near her again if she actually did mean that comment as a joke?

Is that why she ran off? Does she need time alone? Would you be intruding? Is this crossing a line?

In the middle of your anxiety digging a hole into your brain, her door opens, snapping you out of it.

There she stands, as pink as ever, fidgeting with her hands as she keeps her sight firmly on the floor. You try to say something but your words catch in your throat, rendering both of you useless for the moment.

“I-I think I’m in love with you!”, in blurt-mode you say that at an unacceptable volume for such a phrase, hands balled at your sides to help you force it out. “No one compares to you in my life, t-there’s never been anyone like you that I’ve even heard about! And, and I just, god, Momo I wanna kiss you so bad it’s stupid,”

Like a caveman pouring her heart out, you put it all on the table, awaiting the response of the potential love of your life. She’s not fragile physically but emotionally she really can be, for a moment you contemplate whether you ruined everything by being so upfront.

Though it’s all dismissed when she surprises you by closing the gap and kissing you, grabbing at your forearms to keep balance. Your eyes are wide, secretly enthralled by how determined her expression is, her eyes tightly closed.

When she pulls away you follow closely to give her one of your own, face aching from the continual blushing you’ve done for the last ten minutes. She doesn’t stop you, soft hands cradling your jaw as you wrap your arms around her, her knees going weak prompting you to take a few steps into her room to keep her standing. 

This time you allow her to pull away, heart once again dropping to see that she’s on the verge of tears. “Are you okay?”, you ask as you loosely let go, not moving any.

“Y-Yeah! I um…”, she clears her throat, blinking away at the water blurring her sight, “For so long I’ve been so scared you didn’t feel the same, a-and I got scared I was projecting onto you. But, this is happening, and… It feels really good…”

You’re moved by that, sniffling with a wide smile. “Jeeze, and here I was thinking the exact same thing. Kinda dumb of us both, huh?”

From the doorway Mina laughs, “We’re lesbians, I think it comes with the territory to be stupid.”

“God damn, is every girl here gay? My gay-dar doesn’t work at all.”, you ask yourself with a huff, pinching at the bridge of your nose.

Momo shoves her face into your shoulder and mumbles to herself, “Why can’t we just be alone…”

“Wait! How long have you been there!”, you ask with confusion, turning to look towards your pink friend.

“Like two seconds, I just sensed something happening when I heard yelling and had to come see! I’m so glad you two talked things out, it was so intense waiting for this.”, she says with the usual excitement reserved for a reality show.

“Are - were we that obvious?” Incredulous, you raise your eyebrows as you sift over what this all must’ve looked like from a distance.

“Mhm”, she takes her cellphone out as she talks, “I thought you guys were already dating until I found out you weren’t! Everyone is gonna be psyched!”

“Everyone!?”, both you and Momo exclaim, filled with dread at the prospect of becoming a piece of gossip to be spread around. Well, spread around for the second time apparently.

[eevee-miscellaneous]

Homura and her Demons

CW: Strong Language and Swearing

I tend to find myself a difference of opinion when it comes to this topic in the Madoka Magica. The most popular pairing (Be it platonic or often romantic), Madoka and Homura, is the best thing that came from the original series and that the third movie effectively demonizes the love between them. However that’s not a good or accurate outlook on these two. It’s time to take a step back and look at the whole picture without the shipping goggles.

So let’s start off with the obvious jumping off point that everybody’s mad about, the twist of REBELLION. Homura removing Madoka from the system that she made to save everyone and basically rewrote the entire universe. Everyone hated this twist when it first came. No shortage of outrage and criticism on this plot point. I should know. I used to be one of the people. But after years of thinking, looking at other works in the franchise, and growing, my outlook has shifted. If anything, I prefer the twist and mad that they didn’t do much with it afterwards. 

The most common criticism I’ve heard is that it’s either out of character or worse it demonizes Lesbian love by turning Homura is basically the Devil. Now I find this interesting because both aren’t true when you look at the series as a whole. Let’s tackle the first one, and put a pin in the other. Homura is sadly one of those characters. Where they have the larger fan base but those fans make more misinterpretations then the most of the fandom as a whole.

Homura is often portrayed as a savior trying to save Madoka, that’s misunderstood by everyone, who just wants what’s best for Madoka, is a good person against the world, and the true protagonist. If you actually read or watch most of the works in the series (and actually pay attention), you’d know that none of the above actually applies to her. Yes she does become a Protagonist in both Wraith Arc and Rebellion, she’s not the protagonist in the Original series. 

Remember the whole conflict about the Witch/Magical System was solved by Madoka, not Homura. Homura didn’t care for the system, and only tried to stop it ‘for Madoka’. And even then she didn’t want to fight the system, she just wanted Madoka to not become a magical girl. 

The whole “misunderstood and against the world” angel is also faulty. A lot of people that say this refer to when Homura tries to tell the other about how the magic system they’re in actually works, and they don’t believe her. Pushing her to work alone because no one will accept the truth. This one hits a few snags. 

Firstly, she couldn’t explain how or why when they pushed further than that. She didn’t learn more and there’s no evidence that she bothered to learn more about the why. So it clearly looked like she was lying and was trying to fuck with them. Secondly, did everyone simultaneously forget how Homura was acting both before the twist and what kind of world we were dealing with? It was safe to assume before Magia Record even came out that yes, backstabbing and betrayal is more common than we think. Homura was not making it easier for people to trust and work with her because of her demeanor and seclusion. If anything it alienated her even more. That wouldn’t have been an issue but her entire goal would have benefited from being able to work with at least Mami and Kyoko. Not to mention her entire belief of “no one will accept the truth” is an assumption from limited data. She has been shown only tried it once in the entire franchise as a whole. We can assume or imply all we like, but the fact that she goes cute and well-intentioned to what we see in the present; and we don’t see anything close to an in-between of the events. She never shown us her approaching the problem from a different angle or direction. If anything the only one to make absolutely sure that she never finds out about the truth is Mami. Sayaka and Kyouko tend to handle it better by sheer circumstance. 

The last one is the utmost important to clear up and is by far the most inaccurate. A savior trying to save Madoka, who just wants what’s best for Madoka. Almost everything that the series has produced has contradicted this sentiment, from spinoffs games and comics, to the original show, to the notorious REBELLION film. Homura is not a good person and isn’t doing what’s best for Madoka. She’s doing what she thinks is best for Madoka. That may seem like a small difference, but it makes a huge change.

In Episode 8 of the original series when Madoka is worried sick about Sayaka, Homura attempts to genuinely help (only once passive aggressively in the whole series I made add), she attempted to kill Sayaka when Sayaka saw through her. Because “She didn’t want Madoka to see her like this”. Sayaka is a childhood friend to Madoka and losing her best friend would effectively be worse for her than losing Mami. In ORIKO MAGICA, when the whole school was trapped in a labyrinth, Homura takes only Madoka to save her. When Madoka confronts her for not saving the others when she had the chance and power, Homura is actually surprised that the friend who she herself regarded as incredibly selfless, was mad that she abandoned their friends for her own selfishness. This is the timeline after she saw Madoka break down when Sayaka turned into a witch. She didn’t think that Madoka was at all upset that she just lost her friend. 

In Magia Record, when Kei confronts her about not knowing someone other than herself, all the things she says in response just prove their point. All the things she thinks Madoka wants, are more aligned with what she wants. For someone who is said both by fans and some of the writers to be Madoka’s best friend, Homura really doesn’t know her friend. 

And again a lot of Homura’s treatment towards Madoka and her friends isn’t healthy. A lot of fans hate Madoka for not doing anything, but praise Homura. But that’s strange because whenever Madoka does try to help, Homura comes in at the last minute just to stop her. It’s hating a character for something that the other character is causing. Homura is constantly making Madoka feel worthless by pushing her away from everything. 

Madoka goes from a strong capable magical girl to someone more timid and weak over the time Homura tries to protect her. And when someone other than her takes Madoka’s attention, she acts antagonistic towards them. When Madoka doesn’t do what Homura wants her to do, she guilt trips and gets mad at her. And one question I must ask, and this one is important. If Mami, Sayaka, and Kyouko all died, but Homura succeeded with saving Madoka, would she have gone back to save them? Even if not doing so would cost Madoka’s mental and emotional health. Cause with everything I’ve listed, the answer is no. 

Now I can’t blame the fans entirely on this misinterpretation. Since if you look at only the original series, it’s a little muddled with how they treat her actions. On the one hand, they’re not afraid to show her as a bad person, but on the other they don't fully acknowledge this. The final scene the two have together is what everyone remembers but many forget the attempt to murder Sayaka. 

That’s why I’ve softened to the Rebellion twist but it’s unapologetically showing this front and center. A lot of the things that happen aren’t just Kyubey’s fault. The infamous fight between her and Mami is literally because Homura had an idea on what was going on but didn’t think fully through. And not along after is called out by the one that she tried to hurt more times in the course of the series. From what seen in Wraith arc and the end credit scene of the series, it’s safe to assume that she was able to be caught by the incubators cause she was alone and not keeping herself sane. The entire climatic witch fight is not from Kyubey’s plan to catch Madoka, but Homura trying to self destruct to save Madoka. Even though we all know it would cause more harm than good. 

Watch the tearing in half scene again and pay attention to how Madoka is reacting to the act. That’s the brazen display of what kind of person Homura is. The only place you could find that is spin off mangas, and not many fans bother with them. If I were to hazard a guess on why the two endings are vastly different, I’d say that Gen Urobuchi likely didn’t notice the abusive element between the two until the higher ups wanted to make a franchise. I’d say that point since the original ending idea for Rebellion seems closer to what happened in the Original series, and Urobuchi has admitted to liking the ending they did go with. 

It might sound like I hate these but seeing how it’s framed as a bad thing and there’s actually consequences in-universe, I love it. I love selfish characters that aren’t always good. I love it when they do bad things and those things actually have some form of consequence. A lot of things that are staple Homura behavior are compelling and have potential for interesting character work. It’s just on who’s writing and how they frame her that becomes an issue. She’s like a lot of characters that have this kind of discourse. Interesting design but it relies a lot more on framing and writing than some other characters. 

Remember the second point I made about the criticisms? The thing the ending is demonizing is not lesbianism like many claim, it’s demonizing Homura’s creepy abuse. If they had gone with the original ending, they’d effectively be making the same mistake they made with the Original. All the things I listed for what they did in Rebellion would’ve been framed completely differently. 

I would love to see Homura’s Rebellion direction go to cool interesting routes. Seeing how we have a majority of human antagonists that aren’t….the best design, I’d like to see what kind of villain she’d become. We don’t need a morally complex antagonist like Oriko, just a well written one that does her role well. If they do go the route of redemption, all I’d ask for is not to repeat the mistakes of the worst antagonists we’ve had (y’all Magia Record fans know who). I do have faith in Gen Urobuchi on making a compelling and interesting story, but he’s human and so it’s a toss up. 

I know I’ve been really harsh on the fans of Homura and her, and I wanna make something clear. I don’t hate you for liking a character. I’m not saying you can’t enjoy Homura as a character, but I am saying that if you do you have to understand that she is a bad person. And that’s ok. You can understand why and how she is the way she is, and that’s great, but you can’t act like Homura is a good person cause that’s just a disrespect to the story and the character. Characters that are bad or just not good aren’t inherently badly written. It’s perfectly allowed to like a character like that. If that wasn’t true, villains and antagonists wouldn’t be as popular as they are. 

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Since people seem eager to hear me talk about more visual novel games since my last post I thought I might start by introducing you kids to the company that got me into visual novel games in the first place.

That being the one and only soulmare entertainment who are known for their “shall we date?” Series.

They are also the same company between the recently VERY popular game “obey me!”

Bet some of y’all didn’t know they had other games before “obey me!” Did you?

Well that’s probably because “obey me!” Is the only game they put actual effort into advertising for which sucks because between you and me their other games are better.

Unfortunately their games are catered towards a straight female fan base which sucks but even if you are someone who doesn’t fall into that group I still highly recommend giving them a try because the writing for some of their games is phenomenal.

Here are some of my personal favorite shall we date? games as well as character routes I personally recommend in no particular order.

1.

Listen when I tell you this game will fuck you up, IT WILL FUCK YOU UP.

Scarlett fate is easily the darkest game in solmares catalog and it had me shook on multiple occasions.

How dark are you asking? It could rival the arcana with its dark themes.

I personally enjoy Kuso-no-mikotos route as his character has some pretty solid development.

2.

The level to which I adore ninja assassin is rivaled only by my adoration for the arcana, this is one of silmares older games and it impresses me how well it holds up, my only issue is its lack of a sound track.

I recommend all the routes because all the characters are my absolute favorite and their dynamic is amazing.

3.

Wizardess heart was solmares reigning champion in terms of popularity until “obey me!” Was released, I still remember when this game came out as though it was yesterday. *cue nostalgic sigh*

Let’s just say there is a good reason it’s so popular.

My favorite is the “the labyrinth and the cursed prince.” Story arc the prince himself being my favorite character, seriously the character dynamic between the characters released during this arc is some of the best I’ve seen and I’ve read a fuckton of books.

4.

Nephilim is another dark one, taking place in the land of the dead.

It is in my humble opinion the most underrated game in the shall we date? Series and it deserves far more love than its gotten so please go check it out and give it the love it deserves.

Orlando is easily my favorite li in this game he has a certain appeal that made even a gay girl like me go 👀.

5.

Blood n roses is the 3rd most popular shall we date game?

And more importantly it is the only game with not one but TWO female love interests and while has haven’t read the other girls route I can tell you if you love Nadia and Portia you will most definitely ADORE Briget.

She is the perfect blend of Nadia and Portia with Nadias beauty, intellect, and confidence combined with portias mischievous additude, good naturedness, and their combined leadership skills.

Also she is a told bad ass and can wield a pistol like a fucking pro and HELP IM SO GAY OMG.

If ur not convinced she looks like this.

To all my fellow lesbians... you’re welcome.

I hope y’all will give these and solmares other games a chance the ones listed here are just my personal favorites there are many more games I haven’t listed here you might enjoy as well.

@hordefuzzball @cyberbeardbouquetblog @thermophilic-lizzy

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Austin’s spoiler free  ND Rankings from best to worst (with reasons why)

PLS NOTE: There is only one game I actually HATE. Every other game there is something I like about it except my last spot. Keep that in mind.

1) Ghost of Thornton Hall. This game is an absolute masterpiece. It is the best game HeR has made since CUR. It is also the best game I think HeR has put out in recent years. These are characters that you actually FEEL for. Not one of them are unlikeable. The closest you get is Clara, who you wind up feeling for in the end. An absolute work of art (it is also the first game I pre-ordered because from the very beginning I was invested.)

2) Labyrinth Of Lies- Hear me out. I absolutely adore this game. It has Greece, Theatre, and Xenia Doukas. Three things I cannot live without. While I absolutely agree that the whole idea of a rotating set system underground is impossible, this game was a dream come true for theatre kids everywhere. I will never not play this game without listening to Mamma Mia. It’s probably my biggest unpopular opinion of this fandom.

3) Last Train To Blue Moon Canyon- This game breaks my literal heart. Camille and Jake Hurly has always been up there in my eyes with Frances and Dirk from SHA. I have always loved the environment of this game. (This is probably due to the fact that Murder On The Orient Express is one of my favorite books) and this is one game that I always go to when I’m feeling nostalgic. It is also the first time you see the Hardy Boys so that’s a sign.

4) Sea Of Darkness- This is the game that I think has the best graphics HeR has offered. We have a lesbian character which was highly requested as well as a cute dog. The aurora borealis is never not STUNNING to look at and it one of the best games that actually feels like Nancy is “there”. The mystery is also one that I think can be misleading. I always assumed it was Ghost Ship TM but boy was I wrong. Elisabet also has my whole heart.

5) The Final Scene- OH MY GOD THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE SASS FILLED GAME AND I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE FOR IT. I constantly say “I propose you back off!” at every opportune moment. It is the best dialogue Nancy has ever had. Again, it is a Stan for theatre kids everywhere. I have also always thought magic was the coolest thing even though I can't perform it. Solid dialogue and very easy puzzles, which is always a relief.

6) Curse Of Blackmoor Manor- This is not in my top 3 as it is going to be for almost everyone else due to the fact that I think it is a very difficult game. I first played it when I was 12, and it was the only game I could not beat up until that shit show SAW which we will discuss later. Now that I've grown older and wiser, I have really grown to appreciate it more and it is a CLASSIC when looking into this game series. I appreciate the nostalgia value it has and the soundtrack and the characters. Ethel Bossiny FTW. This game also has the best soundtrack of the series.

7) Treasure In The Royal Tower- Another one that will be in everyone else’s top 3 but is not for me, but is still solid. I ADORE this game’s setting and character development- but for me, I never really felt pulled in to the mystery. My time was spent fan grilling over Hotchkiss that the person who broke into the library was on my back burner. HOWEVER, it is still very nostalgic and iconic it is in my top 10.

8) The Phantom Of Venice- Simply put, this game is why I want to go to Italy. I was ALMOST THERE but corona. I absolutely adore the way this game transports you. They included everything they could, even real photos of Venice, which I appreciated as someone who wants to go.

9) Alibi in Ashes- You have to understand how important it is that we finally got a game in River Heights. It was always on the TOP of my list in terms of places I wanted Nancy to go. It did not disappoint. The fact that everyone turned on Nancy so quickly always sends chills down my spine.

10) Legend Of The Crystal Skull- ALRIGHT so another unpopular opinion. This was the FIRST game I every played AND BEAT and so it will always be in my top 10. This is the game that truly got me invested in the series. If it wasn't this, it would not be this high, but it is my number 10 for that reason. Other things I like: Henry, Renee, the setting and music.

11) Warnings At Waverly Academy- WAC’s setting is so amazing. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I have always been intrigued about boarding school mysteries (@ house of Anubis )and this is a solid one. It contains probably one of the best plot twists of the series that blew my mind the first time I played it, and Mel Corbalis is god’s gift to humanity.

12) The Silent Spy- A real tearjerker if there ever was one. This games takes a storyline that has been changed many times (Nancy’s mom) and turns it into something so extremely badass you really wish she wasn't actually dead. Zoe Wolfe is the absolute reason I exist. You also play a cookies mini game which is just about as addicting as crack.

13) Secret Of The Old Clock- Okay, so I feel like this game gets a lot of hate because everyone talks about how weird the time travel is, but this has always been a game I liked. I think personally, that it is the easiest game in the series (if you exclude the dress, which I have never had a problem with) and it is based on the absolute most classic ND story of all. I also highly enjoy this period of time, even though the characters in this game aren't great. Emily Crandall is probably the best one, and even she yells at Nancy.

14) Secret Of Shadow Ranch- Okay. So I’m going to get anon h8 for this. But SHA is... not the best in my opinion. I have talked about this before, but SHA is very tedious in terms of chores and I just do not like that. I wouldn't necessarily mind the chores if they weren't repetitive, but it is the same chores over and over again. With that said, I LOVE the music, the Humber storyline, and the setting, so it is #14

15) Message In A Haunted Mansion- This is probably the only game I have ever pissed my pants over. CUR and GTH didn’t even do that. I think it is bc MHM is one of the first games I played. The hauntings in this game are so AMAZING and when you find out their explanation it totally changes things.

16) The Deadly Device- I love when ND does a Murder Mystery right. This is the time it was done right. The culprit came out of absolutely no where and I loved it. It is ranked this low for me b/c I think some of the puzzles are tedious and hard. Ryan Kilpatrick is an amazing human being and so is Ellie thx.

17) Tomb Of The Lost Queen- Another game which I think gets a lot of undeserved hate. Mummies are badass, especially when the mummy sighting is real and unexplained. Dylan Carter is probably the biggest example of stud you will ever see, and Jamila El-Dine is a bad b****. I am ranking it this high for Jamila alone. 

18) Danger On Deception Island- I absolutely adore this game’s music. But I hate Holt Scotto with all the fire within me. He is why this game is not in my top 10. I love everything about this game except Holt F****** Scotto. I want to put it in my top 10. I do. But Holt Scotto sucks.

19) The Haunted Carousel- This was a game which I vividly remember being bullied in daycare over. I took it to daycare one day and we kept getting our eyeballs poked out by the lathe. Daycare memories suck. Also it is the first game by which we get a literal sexual strut by the culprit at the end, which I have never liked. Pluses of the game? An amusement park. Miles.

20) Ransom Of The Seven Ships- SAY IT OUT LOUD. RAN. IS. NOT. THE. WORST. GAME. The puzzles, although always thrown at your face, are actually sort of fun. I would rank it higher but there is way too few characters in a way that makes the culprit very obvious, but it also isn't at the same time. 

21) The Captive Curse- This is a game by which I thought had so much potential but I think the monster looks very dumb? It’s like? The inbred cousin of Frankenstien’s monster? However, I LOVE THE SONG “girls”from this game and have a huge love for Lukas, so it isn't bottom 10

22) Stay Tuned For Danger- This game is one that would be so much higher up for me, If you didn’t have to look at EVERYTHING to complete it. If you miss ONE LETTER in a magazine, you cannot beat this game. I get stuck on it every time  I play it, but the mystery is amazing and who doesn’t love a good old NYC game.

23) The White Wolf Of Icicle Creek- To begin my bottom 10, ICE. I LOVE ICE as a concept. But, Fox and Geese holds me back from a replay. I absolutely love the idea of a lodge that people are in danger at. The snow atmosphere is amazing and so is Isis. But, Fox and Geese is an abomination.

24) Ghost Dogs Of Moon Lake- I really, really want to like this game because I am a dog lover. However, the insect challenge is such a CHORE to do. I cannot stand to do it. It is so difficult to do in my humble opinion, it requires such a retrace of step that makes it insufferable. Pros? cute doges.

25) The Haunting Of Castle Malloy- YOU ARE LITERALLY THIS LOW BC OF THE END PUZZLE AND YOU KNOW IT. However, not the worst for me because I love Ireland and this game has some of the best music in the series. It is on my top 5 for soundtracks. I love everything about this game except THE END. Fiona is so misunderstood.

26) Secret of The Scarlet Hand- I really like this game, I do, but I am very not interested in the constant phone calls you do in this game. You are on the phone for about 75% of this game and I really didn’t like that about it. LOVE the history behind it though.

27) SCK/SCK2- I really do not like SCK as a concept. School murders are a topic which really turns me off. Not to mention, there is barely a difference between these games but a single character and a puzzle. 

28) Danger By Design- Paris? Yes. Fashion? Heck yeah. But I never have really enjoyed DAN because the mystery can literally be solved by pulling a Phantom of The Opera and dropkicking the mask off. I also HATE the cookie puzzle. The edges never curl upwards for me.

29) Creature Of Kapu Cave- Ugh. Shells and fishing make this game untouchable for me. I LOVE HAWAII CONCEPT and supernatural volcanoes and phenomena. But I cannot stand the big island buck system or the man himself. Sorry, big island homies. Also be proud of me because it took me this long to bring up STUPID FRASS

30) Midnight In Salem- I was so excited for this game. We all were. I really enjoy MID’s mystery and as a concept. But, the new format is not good and neither is the constant talking and only being able to complete the game in one order. I was so excited for nothing (which is my own fault)

31) Shadow At The Waters Edge- GOD. The massive nonogram and sudoko have NO place in this game. I refuse to play it because of these 2 puzzles. However, I do love the scares in it. They are top notch scares. I have beat this game in it’s entirety maybe once?

32) Trail Of The Twister- Internship simulator forever. Chores galore, what a bore. Uncompelling mystery and hateful characters. The only thing I liked was the country music, a sentence you don’t hear often.

33) The Shattered Medallion- I literally played the beta of this game and it was ions better than the actual released product. That’s reason enough.

[hooliganpearl]

Trans! Lesbian! Percy! And! Lesbian! Annabeth!

I know no one asked for this but here you go:

Percy knowing from really young that she was different but not knowing why

Gabe relentlessly insulted her and bullied her because she was too feminine and not "manly" enough even though she was just a kid

And she just has such a hard time coming to terms with herself because of Gabe and because of, you know, society

And Sally, the most amazing and wonderful mother in the world always telling her "it's okay to be whoever you are" and always accepting her

Percy continually dealing with the bullies at her school and just trying to keep her head down and out of trouble

And then she meets Grover and finally makes a real friend and he's the first person she comes out to and she's not even sure she just knows she feels like not a boy and Grover just goes "okay" and that's that he's always open to what she asks of him

She's not even thinking about sexuality because she's finally like "oh this is why I'm different I'm. Not a boy"

Right before she gets expelled from school she breaks down to Sally one night when Gabe is gone and just tearfully comes out and tells her "mom, I'm. I'm a girl"

And Sally just holds her and strokes her head as she cries and she tells her once again that "it's okay to be who you are and I'll always love you"

Which makes Percy cry even more but in a good way

Then she gets expelled and the whole Minotaur thing happens and she's absolutely wrecked. Her mom is gone and she doesn't know what to do she's just. So heartbroken and distraught

She gets into camp and meets Annabeth and Chiron introduces her to everyone

And right before she got expelled from Yancy she started presenting more feminine and being herself

So she's kind of uncomfortable because she doesn't know how the campers are going to react if they'll accept her and she's so scared and sad without her mom

She's just she's twelve for God's sake

And she's just beginning her transition and coming out

And then she's told she's the daughter of a Greek god and she's thrown into this quest with a stranger and his best friend that's half goat

And they're all children

And her mom just died but didn't at the same time

She's trying so hard to stay strong and stay brave but she's never been put in a leadership role

On the other hand Annabeth has been working her whole life towards this moment, at a chance to be in charge, at a chance to be noticed

She's doing everything she can to make sure everything is going right and they're making progress

She doesn't have time to be questioning herself or think about anything other than finishing the quest and succeeding

When Percy got to camp she decided to just... Not come out yet and to continue to wear the clothes she wants and just mind her own business as she's got.. bigger things to deal with at the moment

On the quest Annabeth and Percy get much closer and Percy begins to trust her and vice versa and she decides to come out to her in the back of the truck when they're sharing the Oreos

Annabeth is just quiet for a minute and Percy gets all nervous and panics and thinks it's a mistake but then Annabeth just says "okay" and they're just. Cool.

Annabeth starts doing everything she can to make Percy feel better, she teaches her how to braid her hair, they paint their nails together and Percy decides she doesn't really like painting her nails but she's so glad that Annabeth is trying and making her feel so much better

Percy finds herself as less traditionally feminine and more "tomboyish" and it takes her a while to feel okay with that because she just felt like she needed to be super feminine to be "acceptable" as a girl

Anyway Percy comes out to basically everyone right before they bring the fleece back and Thalia comes back

And when they run into the Hunters Artemis offers her and Annabeth a place with the Hunters which obviously interests Annabeth but Percy is so surprised and overwhelmed

Percy doesn't want to be a Hunter but she thanks Artemis anyway

Anyway, obviously Percy and Annabeth's relationship has been changing and Percy is trying to keep how she feels at bay and ignore it because internalised homophobia and transphobia

Annabeth is aware of how her feelings are changing and just.. also pushes them aside because of internalised homophobia and she doesn't want to make her best friend uncomfortable

After they save Annabeth from Atlas' punishment Percy and her are even closer than before and Annabeth will sleep in Percy's cabin with her like before and they're just.. inseparable

But it feels different for both of them they both feel. Different.

They don't want to acknowledge their feelings for each other so they both keep pretending that it's normal for their touches to linger on their hands, shoulders, cheeks, knees...

They pretend it's normal that they only feel comfortable sleeping with one another and that it's normal to fall asleep holding your friend's hand... They're just friends, it's just things that friends do...

Until they're in the labyrinth and they're saying goodbye and Annabeth kisses Percy and Percy had just never realised how much she had wanted this, how much she had wanted to kiss her

And then Annabeth is gone and Percy "dies" and wakes up

Calypso calms her and let's her stay for a while and Percy feels good and at peace but. She longs to go back to her friends. She knows she can't stay because she has so much to go back to, so much to live for.

So she crashes her funeral in her very Percy style and Annabeth angrily scolds her for leaving her alone

And Annabeth just knows she was on Ogygia and just. Doesn't want to hear about it because she knows it will only hurt because she finally accepted how she felt about Percy and she finally let herself feel and then Percy.. Becomes estranged on an island with a beautiful immortal goddess/nymph

Which she knows want Percy's fault but she's just hurt

Percy just wants her friend at least back but she doesn't know what she did wrong and she doesn't want to force anything or make Annabeth uncomfortable so she gives her space even though they don't quite have time for space because of the oncoming war

And Percy becomes closer to Rachel because Rachel is mortal and also LGBT and Percy hasn't had a friend she can talk to about, well literally everything because Annabeth and Percy were both figuring themselves out and scared and Grover was always busy

Rachel comforts her and helps her through her internalised homophobia

When Annabeth meets Rachel she misinterprets their friendship and feels like Percy just. Moved on. Which is why she becomes somewhat hostile towards her and resents Percy to a degree. She's just hurt because she thinks Percy is abandoning her after she finally showed how she felt

But Percy is just giving her space because that's what she thought she needed and it's just. A lot of miscommunication.

Then the war starts and Percy knows she has to bathe in the River Styx and Nico takes her and she sees Annabeth pulling her back up and she knows she needs to find her and make things right

But they have to fight so much and they don't have time and they're on the bridge and Percy hears a cry behind her as Annabeth goes down and she turns and catches her

And she's so distraught and angry and unleashes her rage to protect her and take her back to get help

And she gives her ambrosia and nectar and sits with her until she wakes up and they have this tender moment with Percy's hand in Annabeth's hair and she kisses her forehead and tells her that she's what kept her tethered to the real world when she bathed in the river

And after everything is done, after they've defeated Kronos and spoken to the gods and are back at camp they just. Hold each other. For so long.

They know that they're okay and that this is what they want

And of course they talk for a long time at the picnic table until they kiss again and finally everyone (because they were all watching like real friends do) crowds them and throws them in the lake for their classic kiss :)

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

hey ... got any ... Tori and Thalia ideas

it’s a little vague, but I imagine you mean hcs regarding Tori and Thalia’s relationship? if not, shoot me another ask. and in the meantime, bonus content!

more under the cut bc spoilers for ITPS and INAS (just in case ya know)

first, a quick tangent: tbqh, I don’t think about their relationship a whole lot. which I do feel bad about bc Thalia did do a thing that led to Tori’s death, so she did, like, kill Tori. and that’s a traumatic experience, whether or not Tori blames Thalia. but my brain often glosses over that fact and I’ve narrowed it down to two reasons

Thalia reacted instinctively to Luke’s last ditch effort to save himself, aside from surrendering and giving himself up to the gods. and Thalia didn’t know that Tori was going to push Luke out of the way, or that Thalia would end up kicking Tori off the side of the cliff. so even tho Thalia was directly responsible for killing Tori, there was no premeditation or intent, it was purely instinct

Tori was saved anyway, and she doesn’t remember hitting the rocks. sure, she certainly remembers falling, and the look in Luke’s eyes as he watched her fall, but not actually the act of dying. which, of course, is all still traumatic, but that’s the other thing. she was more focused on how it affected Luke, not necessarily that Thalia’s the one who kicked her. not to mention after she wakes up, she realizes that Luke had an out and he hadn’t taken advantage of that–then they’re thrown into Labyrinth planning and what follows soon after is Luke being possessed by Kronos. so she’s much more focused on herself still being alive and how it’s affecting Luke

/tangent

all that said, I have been cooking up a few ideas regarding their relationship for the third installment of my still unnamed PJO OC story that will take place in TOA. it’s quite juicy and I’m hoping I’ll be able to keep it once I sit down and solidify all the ideas I’ve been brainstorming since TOA was announced

but to say more would be wandering dangerously into spoiler territory

I can say a few things as I see them:

Tori doesn’t blame Thalia for her death, intellectually

emotionally, it was traumatic and she’s suppressed it. bc of this, it isn’t something she’s worked thru with Rowan, bc she doesn’t even know it’s a whole issue

it bubbles up to consciousness when the Hunters of Artemis are mentioned in general, and she feels extremely uncomfortable around both the Hunters and, especially, Thalia if they are physically present

she has a very negative opinion of them, for various reasons, but feels she has no real reason why she feels that way (sure there’s the CHB rivalry with them, but my Artemis not Rick’s who kicks out lesbians (instead of whatever the fuck the alternative is [side note: I haven’t read the second book just yet]) and treats it like that’s a good thing protects young girls, so it’s not like she’s doing anything bad to make Tori feel so negatively toward them)

and since Thalia’s usually away with the Hunters, Tori and Thalia don’t interact often or at all

Thalia doesn’t feel particularly guilty for pushing Tori off the cliff–she rationalizes that 1) Luke shouldn’t have grabbed for her spear like that, 2) Tori shouldn’t have pushed him out of the way, 3) Luke and Tori were both working for Kronos as far as she was concerned, so if Tori had died and stayed dead it wasn’t a huge loss to her, and 4) she didn’t stay dead, so her kicking Tori off the cliff is kind of moot

emotionally, obviously, killing someone (even if they come back) is traumatic, even if she doesn’t feel particularly remorseful about it. but Kronos was foiled, she watched Zoe die, had a counsel with the gods soon after, and then joined the Hunters, so there wasn’t really time to process her emotions or trauma surrounding the incident

and then she’s off with the Hunters, so it gets pushed further and further onto the back-burner until it’s out of sight, out of mind at this point

that will change in my story for TOA*, but saying any more would be

[x]

*again, I haven’t officially solidified any ideas yet, so I don’t want to mislead anyone. I would like it to be one of the more major plot points, but if it doesn’t work out in the context of the story, I may have to, unfortunately, cut it

thanks for sending this in!!

FEED MY SEYMOUR still no link bc i’m still job hunting and am still in maximum hidden mode ;_;

[liveshaunteda]

What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canon material that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why did you come up with it? sent by @mvndrvke​ ./ accepting / canon muse questions

most of my canon characters are headcanon based, or heavily headcanon based. but ones the major divergences would be, clary, jace ( but his just hand in hand / in accordance to clary’s ), descendants muses, leo & calypso, chris,  michael , lily, butch&buttercup, farkle&lucas

izzy and jason do not count as they are alternate universe versions of canon characters, with izzy lightwood being from percy jackson, but main divergence from her true canon is that she hates the lightwood name, and goes by trueblood instead. and jason is based on the au idea of thalia standing her ground & jason not being taken by hera

below, i am going to go into detail about each divergence, sorted by fandom&characters

most reason’s i came up with these are out of spite towards either canon or in some cases, fanon ( turned canon ). or because i don’t agree with canon, and this is how i see them to have been, or the character didn’t get much development after/because the series ended (*coughs*gmw*coughs*)

warning for mentions of; eating disorders, drug / parental abuse, mentions / implied forced coming out

DESCENDANTS!

my main divergence is i do not accept hades as mal’s father, this is due to personal opinion’s and the way mal has been portrayed in the past, does not match up with hades being mal’s father. i feel the need to say this due to morgan my oc, and a lot of my headcanon’s reflect this when concerning other verses and things. and automatically none of my oc’s or ben will acknowledge this either, unless plotted out with a mal, and mal only. ( hades and malfecient rpers’ to )

barrier, i feel like the barrier would not have just been pulled down, but was in fact made to be guarded. kids, are automatically given a second chance - villain’s need to prove themselves. auradon kids, are selectively allowed to visit. done in groups mostly, or with an adult or guard.

ben&mal - not dating at all, ben when he could, apologised to audrey

SHADOWHUNTERS!

clary is a lesbian! that is the divergence. she took a while to figure it out, and i do acknowledge season one cl@ce only and climon. but that is it. other then that, there are no male / female relations with her. she came to this conclusion instead of ‘i still love jace’

the seelie queen scene still happens, but it happens a bit like nico&cupid from the percy jackson / heroes of oylmpus series, as she doesn’t love either that way, and none of them are who she truly desires to kiss. this causes her to have a major distrust with the seelie queen, and only, when she is utterly desperate, does she ask simon to talk to her.

HARRY POTTER!

lily luna is a slytherin, despite most of the fandom sorting her into gryffindor. this is shown in the way i write lily, because she is highly ambitious to be known for her own deeds, for doing what it takes to get her goals.

POWERPUFF GIRLS!

buttercup and butch have more powers, they grew into more powers as they grew older. butch also does not align himself with his brothers, mojo or him anymore. those are the main divergences. both, have an anger disorder - buttercup’s diagnosed, an butch’s undiagnosed

GIRL MEETS WORLD!

main divergence is i tend to rp them further into high school, 17-18 years old, a few years after gmw ended. and with a few more mature themes like drug abuse, parental abuse / neglect within their main verses. farkle being the one with the drug issue & as well as an eating disorder. lucas, is also portrayed as gay, and as recently come to terms with this.

PERCY JACKSON!

michael did not die, but instead was saved by nypmhs, that is how he survived the fall, and he is also afraid, of bridges, water & percy as a result of this. the mention of the son of posideon will get him scared. 

calypso, once free from her island, is free of her curse to fall in love with an hero. which means she is free to fall in love with those she is truly attracted too, which are females. she was never in fact attracted to any of the people who were sent to her island, because they were all males. she hadn’t meant for the curse to be placed upon annabeth, it was just a bitter thought when percy left, because in no world, had calypso imagined annabeth to have the curse placed on her. but the curse could have gone to either percy or annabeth, not just annabeth. percy very well could have been the one not knowing / reaching annabeth.

leo - with a connection to calypso’s is gay too. he does save calypso, but not to start a relationship with her, but because it was the gods plan. they didn’t want to do it themselves, despite them being able too. they just let leo do it. his biggest divergence is his sexuality & the fact that he and calypso are together, because they’re not. and he very rarely would ever use his fire powers, it’s a power he is scared of, even more after it being the cause of his ‘death’.

chris, he has bipolar. i can’t sugar coat that. he has it. it ran in his family - and was triggered by the madness king minos and the labyrinth has put him through. it triggered it, and went un diagnosed for a few years. because while mr d removed the madness, he couldn’t remove the triggers. he can not be perfectly fine after going through all that just because mr d snapped his fingers. and yes i know the gods are powerful, but mortals are tricky especially when you take into count a mortals own mental state before this had happened.

with piper, i’m doing my best to de stereotype her because rick has very much played piper into a stereotype of a native & over sexualised her ( this has been stated by natives & i research what has been said and do what i can to fix rick’s mistakes )

[takaraphoenix]

Can I just say something, Hazel is not v. realistic. Like I'm 13 and i can't say the same for all 13yolds but neither me nor my friends dream of growing old w/ a husband and like rick makes her and sammy to be soulmates and that's not how a 13yo's mind functions. Also, she shouldn't be completely dependant on her. And as someone who has experienced racism its v wierd that she only experiences in her schooling rather than also w/ her mum and even in new rome. 1/2

2/2 : And Rick just randomly makes the chracters diverse but then he forgets that race is a part of character. I mean Hazel was living in the 40s as an African American and now when she’s resurrected we hardly hear anything about her experiences w/ racism. It’s not realistic. I’d expect her to maybe have some centering as a character on that. I just think that Rick cannot display characters out of his perspecitve at all and im just very annoyed. idk what do u think on this all

When I was thirteen, we all didn’t quite think past the point of high school graduation - our life was in the now. We definitely did not think about growing old and picket fences.

But yeah, I said it in a post before - many posts by now - but Riordan writes only what he himself experiences. And that is the life of a fifty year old white CIS het man. And while I can’t attest for the CIS part because I’m not reading that one series that features the genderfluid character, you can feel every other aspect of that list very strongly.

You can feel the “fifty year old” when you read about literally every single teenager dreaming about the white picket fence.

You fan feel the “white” when you read Hazel, Reyna, Piper and Leo.

You can feel the “hetero” when you read the clumsy coming out of Nico at the end of Heroes of Olympus. And actually also in Will’s flippant attitude when talking to Nico about it, because in my experience as a fledgling lesbian, older and more experienced gays and lesbians were being very gentle and welcoming and not like “LOL that’s why I was trying to talk to you for so long because I’m gay too!”. That was just to retcon in that Will was also gay; had Riordan actually cared about the gay sub-plot before, then we would have had interactions between Will and Nico in PJatO.

You can feel the “man” at every female POV in the Heroes of Olympus series. Every. Single. One.

Gotta admit, as a white girl from Germany, I do not know how things are for black people in the US (you know, beyond the generic news coverage online and the police propaganda in cop shows), but nowadays with things like Black Panther, Black Lightning, Dear White People, Timeless (seriously, the part that I adore most about that show is how it dives into the female and black history, the kind that’s brushed under the rug), also gotta mention One Day at a Time here for the Latinx representation, I realized just how very… white-author the Heroes of Olympus characters feel.

Especially with Hazel it infuriates me because she comes from a different time and to include how her experience is, how things have changed - and worse yet, how things haven’t changed - would be so incredibly interesting. How she experiences everything.

I mean, seriously, Percy got shunned for being a son of Neptune because Neptune was feared - but so was Pluto. Just how awful must it have been for the black daughter of Pluto in New Rome…?

But oh no, worry not, the black girl from the 40s with no knowledge of the modern world perfectly integrated into New Rome in 2010. No issues here at all.

We live in a time and age where not everyone can be straight and white.

We live in a time and age where representation isn’t just asked for, we demand it, because the world isn’t straight and white.

So the author of the book series where every single major character was white started sweating. (Beckendorf and Ethan were the only non-white characters and oh look, both got killed off.)

So he… he literally just looked around what there is to represent and just slapped a label on each of his characters, like a check-list.

We need A Black Character - Hazel, check.

We need An Asian Character - Frank, check.

We need A Gay Character - Nico, check.

We need A Native American Character - Piper, check.

We need A Latinx Character - oh, let’s be generous on that one; Leo and Reyna, double check.

I didn’t notice that back then, when I first read the books. But by now…?

I’m not saying I could do better - heck, unlike Riordan I also have the disadvantage of living in Europe and thus not even second-hand witnessing what the American Experience might be like for people of color - but if you decide to write a major book series and represent something you are not familiar with - may it be being gay, or from a different cultural background, or being a woman - then you should at the very least put the research into it to back it up.

Or, the easier cop-out, stick to what you did before.

And I don’t mean that as “just write whites”.

It really would be less of an issue if Heroes of Olympus had still been only from Percy’s perspective. Because we would have only gotten to meet the characters through Percy’s eyes - and not their own.

Because then we wouldn’t have had those flashbacks to Hazel’s past, we wouldn’t have to question how it came that those characters didn’t think about certain things or complain how they all seemed to think about other things collectively. And literally no one would have complained about a lack of POV changes, because PJatO didn’t have those - it was all Percy, so no one would have questioned if the sequel had also all been Percy.

It’s one thing writing about characters, but it’s different writing as characters. And in my personal opinion, Riordan shot himself in the foot by making HoO a POV split between this very diverse cast of characters, without having the actual background knowledge to flesh them fully out.

Not to mention the part where I generally think that going from one POV up to three and then to seven and nine different POVs had already been too much of a jump, but if you do that with so many different characters, who should also all have a different feeling to them, that only makes a difficult task that much more difficult.

Now, obviously, having the Seven all be white males would have been a disaster and also the wrong choice.

There are different things that could have been done though.

Like I mentioned, keeping it Percy’s POV, which we all would have been used to and no one would have questioned (heck, even if he had just done it a Jason and Percy POV due to Lost Hero).

Doing actual research for the things you write about. Also an option.

Or dialing down on the unknown. Let’s not forget, he wasn’t just juggling seven characters who represented something he wasn’t personally familiar with (also including Annabeth, because girl), out of the total of nine main characters all but three were completely new and had to be introduced.

In my personal opinion, he should have carried more characters than just Percy and Annabeth (and then later on also Nico, but not important enough to be one of the Seven) over into this book-series.

Clarisse, for example - she is over twenty, she is an experienced fighter and hero. That’d be a female character to be fully explored, but who has already been introduced (and would have made more sense than Frank, Hazel, Leo and Piper on terms of them literally having been introduced to the demigod world barely months prior with a total of one quest of experience before going to war).

Chris Rodriguez, who while never explicitely stated to be Latino as far as I remember, the name does imply and Riordan could have doubled down on that and included him. Hermes is a very diverse god, considering how much Riordan played with the powers of not overly powerful gods like Bellona or Aphrodite or Hephaestus, he could have done the same with Chris. It’d also have been fascinating to see the former traitor work hard to earn back his place at camp and to explore the mental strain put on him in the Labyrinth.

You would not have to start from scratch if you take characters you already have established. It makes everything easier, both for you as the writer and also for the readers, who don’t have to familiarize themselves with half a dozen completely new main characters.

And it takes away that edge of it being utterly ridiculous that, despite both camps having veteran heroes who fought in the Titan War and are around 20 years of age, they decided to send four kids who are essentially total newbies and of whom one is 13 and two are 15.

But yeah, those are just… personal picks on how he could have handled it better. Me, I simply wouldn’t have written about a prophecy of seven because this is a damn war. Seriously, the quest for Atlas, a minor stepping-stone on the way to the Titan War, already featured five main players with Percy, Thalia, Grover, Bianca and Zoe, only two less than this entire freaking war needed according to the prophecy.

Have it be the Giant War. Feature all of those new characters, but also your already established ones. Keep it first person Percy POV and show them fighting together, instead of singling only seven demigods out in something that is supposed to be an all out war against Mother Earth.

Neither of those are be all end all kind of answers to the problem, but suggestions on how it could have been handled differently.

The important thing would be growth and as someone for whom HoO was just too much, I can not judge that. Because everyone makes mistakes and everyone grows as a writer. So if Riordan saw what he did and learned from it - I know one of the Magnus Chase mains is a Muslima, another is mute, I think, and one is genderfluid, so if all of those are handled with more respect, research and dedication and it shows that he learned from the past, then that’s good and okay, because nobody is perfect and it’s all a learning curve, but if those are also just cardboard cut-outs put in place to be Representation, then that’d be… sad, I guess. And disappointing.

But, well, due to not having read that - and not planning on reading that - I can’t attest to it. I can just hope for the best for the readers who seek representation and got giddy about the prospect. I hope they didn’t get disappointed in that.

And I hope he will continue to learn from mistakes and grow as a writer, because yeah I generally don’t wish anyone anything bad and I truly, truly loved Percy Jackson and the Olympians. He hurt himself by trying too many new things in the sequels and if he learns to handle that and return the writing to the quality of PJatO, that’d be pretty amazing.

[lamiaward]

I was tagged by @sweetcarlos-bravecarlos to do this , so here goes:

1.Nickname: uhm believe it or not , but I actually have quite a few? My bff has a long list of nicknames for me that we came up with years ago like pi, 12 etc. Additionally, my little sis calls me Lizzy, or Liz. My family sometimes call me Lies (or my completely embarrassing nickname that I will never reveal) And the crew at Uni call me Dog ( it was a Pavlov reference goddamn IT) and Destroyer of Civilization. 

2. height: like 1.70 m? For a Dutch person, I am kind of smoll but at least I am taller than @juliettesferrar 

3. fav school subject: in highschool, it was definitely history. In my first semester of University College, it was political theory theory ( although yup, definitely want to hear less about white, almost always straight, white guys and more about all the other awesome philosophers)

4. something I want to learn: I am a Ravenclaw you should not ever ask me this, there is too much omg. I will just limit it to the things I want to learn most I guess.  Latin and Hieroglyphs, sword fighting, cooking, singing( that will never happen but let me dream about being able to write and sing a song for a girl okay).

5. fav quote: ehhh difficult.  Maybe a Beau Taplin one? I really like The Connection: My heart is not captured easily. I am disinterested in small talk, disillusioned with love and too focused on my dreams and aspirations to lend anybody my attention for long. But if we make that connection, if you find your way into my heart , God I will fall for you like gravity has let go of the earth. Also, the Sappho one where she very poetically describes being so gay for a girl she can no longer breathe and pretty much dies.

6. Fav food: honestly, I love food so much, just put something in front of me and I will be like *gasp* you gave me food, thank you. As long as it is not like fish or something. I guess if I had to pick though, it would probably be chocolate or watermelon ( I once ate an entire watermelon by myself so.. )

7. Fav place: this bookstore in Nijmegen where they also have the best cheesecake, and wherever my friends are. also, I love Switzerland and Sienna.

8. What can’t I leave the house without: books/my notebook. Also music, I need it for when I make up entire stories with crossovers in my head okay.

9. last song I listened to: take me to church ( a cover actually, I have listened to the original about a billion times so sometimes I need to listen to someone else singing it)

10. identity : uhhh I guess kind of a butch lesbian? I am always 100% uncertain about my own feelings and stuff thanks to how much I repress everything lmao but that kind of feels like me?

11. eye color; it is blue but the shade changes (sometimes it is also kind of grey) and there are other colors in there. I have like gold around the pupil.

12. Hair color: it is originally a really dark shade of blonde. Right now it is sort of brown-red.

13. Something I collect: books and random things that make me happy which can be merchandise ( I have this awesome fma watch that you could only get away from me if you killed me) but also pictures and basically anything.

14. fav movie: I don’t really have a favourite, just ones I enjoyed a LOT. I loved black panther (!), wonder woman, thor ragnarok, coco, mamma mia etc.

15. fav song: urgh I can’t just pick one. Take me to church is definitely a favourite, but I also really love Halsey songs (especially Sorry, and Strange Love) and let her go by Passengers. I also have a soft spot for disney songs( especially Hellfire, I won’t say I am in love and pretty much all songs from Moana)

16. fav book: bitch I have been a bookworm since I could read, you honestly think I can just pick one?? I love Riordan’s books -esp. the later ones (omg Alex Fierro is the best and Apollo as a mortal is so fucking relatable) I just started Labyrinth Lost and I am really loving that as well. I just finished tell me again how a crush should feel which was also very well-written and I already know I will reread it.  Shatter me series are great (the WRITING OMG); so is the Grisha trilogy (hate Mal though)/ pretty much anything by Leigh Bardugo. The Stravaganza series is something special and I love, love Every day by David Levithan. There are more, but I will stop now. 

17. zodiac: Taurus

18: languages I know: English and Dutch, but also some German and French (I know random words in different languages, like Italian and Greek) My French and German is pretty basic though :(

19. full name: Lisa (you’re not getting my last name, nor my middle names, sorry)

20. tattoos/piercings: I have piercings in my ears, had a nose piercing for a while but it kept falling out so to speak and then I had to return to the shop to get it pierced again so I finally gave up. I am going to get a tattoo -I am thinking of one connected to Artemis or Athena, and it will probably be on my wrist ( I have a scar on my left arm that would be perfect for an Artemis tattoo actually)

Urgh I hate tagging people because I hardly talk to anyone on Tumblr ( I am a shy bean okay) but I tag @frenchdork and @juliettesferrar for this I guess :)

[seyoons-archive-blog]

hi friends, consider this a little intro post. i posted a variation of this yesterday, but decided to add more to it since i have more new mutuals/followers :)

my name is caitlin, but please call me cait - i prefer that over my given name. i am kind of old - i will be 27 in april, so that means i’m a taurus. i also have a libra moon + sagittarius rising. ALSO, if my age bothers you, please don’t feel like you have to keep following me! unfollow/soft-block, whatever you choose, i respect that. also, i will say that i will not follow you back if you are a minor. i have two english degrees that i am not using at this time. i’ve been into kpop for a long time, so that is the majority of my blog!

other fun facts about me:

this is not my first blog, i’ve been part of tumblr on and off since i was a senior in high school

i identify as a lesbian, though i have previously thought i was bisexual. i have a lot of thoughts about how complicated sexuality can be, so if you ever want to chat about it, let me know!!

fandom interests include harry potter, labyrinth, the magicians, the good place, marvel’s runaways, and a lot of other random stuff.

if i had to describe my aesthetic, it would be gay goth witch

i have three dogs and plan on adopting a cat soon.

i can sleep for 10-12 hours every night, that’s pretty normal for me

my most ultimate bias is kim taeyeon, and she’s been my ult since i first discovered kpop. my current ults are taeyeon, april’s chaekyung, and loona’s yves.

my first ult groups were snsd, 9muses, brown eyed girls, and rania. current ult groups: snsd, loona, blackpink, wjsn, dia, and twice.

i have an anxiety disorder and major depressive disorder, so just a fair warning that there may be times where i disappear completely - i’m just recharging and taking care of myself.

if you could also please tag/tw anything related to eating disorders/suicide and also anything about wrists, i would very much appreciate it!

here are some more links: about | biases | @ me in | tags

if you want to know anything specific about me, just ask! i’m always willing to talk to my mutuals and make new friends :)

[trashy-greyjoy]

Sydnee Recommends: Diverse Reads

This is by no means a fully comprehensive list of diverse literature this is just diverse books that I’ve come across in my reading experience and would recommend to others. Also as a bisexual woman, there is more of a focus on bi characters just because I look for my own representation. All these books I’ve either read, own, or have interest in reading in the near future.  

Enjoy, lovelies!

* = haven’t read, but it’s on my tbr/heard good things about it

Fantasy:

Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo (YA)

Do I even need to explain this one?

Ocean’s Eleven meets The Breakfast Club

Diversity: POV characters of color, bisexual and gay POV characters, physically disabled character, character w/ a learning disability, body positive chubby character

Shades of Magic series by VE Schwab (Adult)

If you haven't heard me yell about this yet, where have you been?

If Kaz and Inej (SoC) had a child and she met A: TLA, and they went on an adventure to save London. And there’s pirates.

Diversity: POV characters of color, bi/pan/queer and gender fluid POV characters. Basically every single character is so bi. (author is also queer)

The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh (YA)

Retelling of 1001 Arabian Nights

Diversity: entire cast is middle eastern (author is also a woc)

Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova (YA)

Labyrinth (starring David Bowie) meets Practical Magic meets Book of Life, but gay

Diversity: Latinx cast of characters (including main character), bisexual lead, f/f relationship (author is also a woc)

*Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor (Adult)

post-apocalyptic fantasy set in Africa

Diversity: African setting w/ all African cast of characters (author is also a woc)

*book was optioned by HBO and is in early developments with George RR Martin set to produce (so its probably tragic af)

*Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire (Adult)

If every character from literature that’s traveled to a different world all went to high school together

Diversity: aesexual main character (she actually says it out loud), a trans male character, characters of color

Sci-Fi:

Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee (YA)

the daughter of a superheroes starts an internship with a super villain

Diversity: Main character is Chinese/Vietnamese and bisexual, trans character (is the focus of the sequel) (author is also a woc)

Adaptation by Malinda Lo (YA)

alien invasion on a high school tri

Diversity: bisexual main character (author is also a woc)

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet (and A Closed Common Orbit) By Becky Chambers (Adult)

Firefly and The Expanse meet Doctor Who with more gays™

Diversity: f/f relationship, characters of color, commentary on gender identity

*alien species that view sexuality and gender with extreme fluidity (so not humans)

*The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin (Adult)

hard to explain but the world has different “seasons” punctuated by apocalypses and the fifth season is upon them, which might be the final apocalypse. 

Diversity: multiple characters of color, LGBTQ+ characters (not sure specifically which but it lists trans and queer characters), discussions on gender fluidity and identity (author is also a woc)

*Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee (Adult)

disgraced space captain teams up with a mad tactician to redeem herself and save some shit

Diversity: both main characters are poc and, i’ve read, bisexual (not sure if this is true or a head canon but the female lead is confirmed wlw) (author is also a moc)

*God’s War by Kameron Hurley (Adult)

a government assassin for hire is tasked with an assignment that could potentially end a decades long war

Diversity: takes place on an islamic planet 3000 years in the future, main character is a bisexual woman

Contemporary/Literary Fiction: 

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna M. McLemore (YA)

*actually magical realism but more contemporary than fantasy

poetic af story of a girl that grows roses from her wrists and a boy who hangs moons in the sky

Diversity: trans male lead, multiple characters of color, (I heard the female main was bi but it wasn’t confirmed in text so that might be a head canon)

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde (YA)

friend group of geek girls head to comic con for a good time

Diversity: asian bisexual character, f/f relationship, chubby character, depictions of anxiety

We Are Okay by Nina Lacour (YA)

a story of confronting trauma and moving on 

Diversity: f/f relationship

*Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy (YA)

a young, self-identifying lesbian starts to question her sexuality and if she  might be bisexual with the reappearance of a childhood friend

Diversity: lesbian and bisexual characters (really important depictions of bisexuality and how sexuality can change and just yeah its important for people that don't realize they're bi immediately)

*The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas (YA)

 #BlackLivesMatter movement from the perspective of a young black girl who’s friend was shot by police

Diversity: characters of color (focused on the black community) and a look at the BLM movement (author is also a woc)

Graphic Novels

Saga by Brian K. Vaugh and Fiona Staples

a couple from opposing sides of an intergalactic space war fall in love and have a baby and now the entire galaxy wants to kill them 

Diversity: multiple POV characters of color, interracial relationship, gay and bisexual characters (including a bi woc) 

*We(l)come Back by Christopher Sebela and Jonathon Brandon Sawyer

basically soulmates meet and fall in love in different lives as different people (and genders) with the same soul

Diversity: different identities include f/f relationships, gender fluidity, gender queer characters, I just ordered this so I don't know to much but I’m excited

*The Dark Wife by Sarah Diemer

a f/f retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth

Diversity: f/f relationship (not sure if they both identify as lesbians but they’re both wlw)

Short Stories

Local Stop on the Floating Train by E. Lily Yu 

short story about racism after a nuclear annihilation 

Diversity: commentary on racism, characters of color (author is also a woc)

*Kissing the Witch by Emma Donoghue (short story collection)

sexy feminist retellings of fairy tales

Diversity: retellings include lots of f/f relationships 

[insearchofgatherings-blog]

Full Brightness

One

I always took the train to London.

I made up excuses to my many friends with an affinity for swiftness by air. The train took you to the centre, not to Gatwick. Once you factor in the airport bus, it’s probably faster than flying. I like having a table, not a flimsy piece of plastic. Babies don’t scream from decompression. And even the most absurdly hypocritical (for myself), but would always strike a nerve with my environmentally obsessed peers – “the train is electric; flying is one of the biggest consumers of fossil fuels”. I was never one to truly put the environment above my convenience, but I loved how that one shut them up.

But the real reason was one of my few irrationalities – I just have a romantic connection to rail. I love the sound, the views, the ability to wander around, the automated machine coffee that they serve to you in a little paper bag as if it compensates for the taste. Flying is clinical and cold. Airports are places of fear and anxiety; train stations are places of long farewells and slow departures.

They say that for important people, time is everything, and commuting must be as quick as possible. It can’t cut into their important meeting time or their important coffee time or their important phone call time. But glancing around Coach F I can see more men in suits and women with short hair on phone calls than any 50 quid Manchester to London RyanAir flight.

I liked to imagine that they were CEOs and COOs and Chairmen and Chairwomen and that my irrationalities of train travel were also found in highly successful people. I bet Vice would write an article about that. These 10 Weird Habits of CEOs Will Amaze You. Probably more Buzzfeed than Vice. I don’t really read any of that, but the headlines pop up in my feeds against my will on an almost daily basis. A morbid curiosity into which of my friends like them has kept me from blocking the sites completely. But in reality, Phil sitting next to me is just an underling, a scrapper.

He’s set up in the most bizarre way, with one of those tablet-come-laptops propped on the table, wired into the solitary mains plug between our seats. It has a small fold-out keyboard, one that looks like a fake child’s play-toy, without even tangible buttons to press, just marked out character zones to tap on. But despite taking a six or seven-minute interval to retrieve all of this, he’s responding to his emails by phone, the tablet-laptop left unattended as he single-fingers his way through family summons and requests for documents.

A few years back I had made wearing sunglasses at all times part of my core existence. I think it originally started as a joke, but they quickly became something I was uncomfortable without, to the point where I collected three or four pairs of £2 Primark trash lenses just in case I couldn’t locate them when leaving the house. It had nothing to do with the sun, or even general aesthetics. And to this day, I’m not convinced that anyone else has those reasons either. Sunglasses hide your soul, and they allow you to look into the souls of others. It almost feels like a superpower - the ability to look at people, to see every nuance of their movement, expression and emotion, whilst never intruding them with the uncomfortable insecurity of knowing you are watched.

I had been reading Phil’s emails and texts for nearly an hour now, and he was none the wiser. What first caught my eye was the rather absurd signature on his phone emails – “Sent from My Phil’s iPhone X”. I liked to imagine it was a power move. A subtle humblebrag about how busy he is, and that yes, he did have time to respond to your enquiry, but only on his phone and with minimal effort given to email formalities.

I had the window seat. Forward-facing, with a table. The trifecta, as I called it. Trains aren’t like airlines, who charge you out the nose for any sort of upgrade in comfort. If you book it far enough in advance, all you have to do is check the boxes and more often than not you’ll get it. Occasionally, if it was one of the trains that came through from Inverness or Aberdeen beforehand, there would be someone in my window. I took no pride in booting them out, but it was a necessary evil to be able to endure the tough stretch between Peterborough and London when the carriage that began at 20% capacity now stretches to over 100.

I found that as long as you tuck a bag of necessities underneath the seat and go to the toilet beforehand, the four and a half hours is more than tolerable without being able to move. And spreading out while there are no coinhabitants in your compartment detracts fellow spreaders from joining you, only those with few possessions dare sit next to me when I’m at full spread. Still, I do look forward to the return journey, when the carriage capacity inverts, and the final stretch north of Newcastle is completed in a near-empty space with ample room to fire books across the full four-seater and go for exploratory wanders to the closing café car.

I had my laptop out, full brightness. I liked to believe that other people were as nosy as I was, and were constantly looking at what I was working on. I worked best in these environments – cafes, trains, even libraries. My personal penchant for procrastination seemed to disappear as soon as someone else could see what I was working on. It was a touch pathetic, no doubt, but I reasoned that as long as it worked for helping productivity, I was fine with the superficial reasoning.

I always wanted to seem more important and more busy and more creative than I actually was. No scrolling through social media, no films or TV, no reading the news. Just work, or perhaps something that looks mysteriously creative. I wanted the person next to me to think I was a genius or a savant or something above my natural ability. I had dozens of excel spreadsheets that looked like chaotic labyrinths of formulae, and despite their true use being quite simple, the look is all that mattered.

I had opened one that I wasn’t even going to work on today. It had several columns involving a calculation of individual standard deviations, which always requires several formula-heavy helper columns, packing it right out with numbers and increasing its aura of complexity. In reality, it was a spreadsheet that compared cafés across towns in England. Manchester was still winning.

It had been open for about 20 minutes, and I hadn’t touched it, nor even come up with a plan of what I was attempting to do. It was there as a placeholder for other, less sophisticated forms of computer-based procrastination.

I liked to remind myself occasionally that it was okay to shelve productivity and just look out the window for a while because otherwise, my obsession with the forward-facing window was almost pointless. The passing of a train through countryside is oddly captivating, and you can find yourself getting lost in the never-ending flow of towns and farms and animals and power plants and small stations that pass too quickly for your eyes to register the name on the sign. The East Coast Main Line was my regular, but occasionally if I could justify the extra hour, or if the advance ticket turned out cheaper, I’d take a West Coast train just for a change of scenery.

Sophie wasn’t happy that I was taking the train, but I refused to budge. Arriving in at Heathrow at 0500 this morning, a first-thing flight meant I could meet her there, at the airport, at around 7 or 8. A train meant I’d be in at midday at the earliest, and at King’s Cross, not Heathrow. I’m only there for two days, she insisted. Come on, gotta make the most of it. I told her I had already booked. A lie.

I hadn’t seen Sophie in nearly two years, since she vanished to Australia in search of some lost youth. There’s a special visa that they give for ‘young people’ to ‘experience the world’ that lasts for two years. I seem to recall that her haste to leave was brought about by the realisation that, at 29, she was about to miss the cut-off for eligibility.

Her long-awaited return to the UK being only two days told us more than enough about her trip away. She didn’t want it to end or couldn’t go back to England or some endless combination of clichés that seems to possess those who go outside their comfort zone ten years too late. Summoning the girls for a girls’ weekend epitomized this neo, post-crisis Sophie perfectly, because a quick glance at the group of six invited (and three further declined) showed a list of people that had probably never all been in the same room at the same time. I knew all of them to varying degrees, but none as closely as Sophie, and I’d wager the majority of the party felt similar.

It all made sense when Emma mentioned that there was a man now. My mind went off at this news. If I wasn’t already interested in this ‘girls weekend’ for general anthropological reasons, the news that the biggest misandrist and most publicly gay member of the group of queers that ‘the girls’ seemed to be loosely constructed from had now straightened up and got a man was so tantalizing I could taste it.

It also, less importantly, explained the brevity of the weekend. All the couldn’t stand going homes and man, fuck Englands and other clichés are normally abandoned when people return home and realise they don’t have much choice, but the talk on the channels is that this man is Portuguese, and that is where they’re leaving Australia for, London just being a stopover.

Everything about this seemed so hilariously, laughably, unbearably straight. I had always known that Sophie’s publicly overt lesbianism was a cover for something more complex and further along the spectrum, but she would never be seen dead admitting to sleeping with men in her university years, let alone running off to some country she’d never been to with one. Even the notion that this group ever was the girls and ever did things like girls' nights is nonsense. It reeked of something she’d spun her new man, trying to pass as a regular old straight who didn’t attend protests fortnightly just for the thrill of breaking the law.

I hadn’t even given a single thought about what Sophie might have planned for us. Emma, who no doubt had individually messaged everyone else in the entire group with the man gossip, spun off a list that I promptly ignored. I didn’t like going into events like this with expectations. I wanted the drama to slap me in the face, to take it head-on. And boy I needed some of that drama.

[the-writers-nest]

Boys Are Jerks

Author: obsessed-withthe-hales (submitting from my main blog, though!)

Summary: When your car breaks down, Stiles comes to your rescue. Only he isn't aware that you need more than just help with your car troubles. You need a friend, too.

Word Count: 1,183

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader; Roscoe; OC Logan (mentioned)

Roscoe’s headlights shining from around the corner had me letting out a sigh of relief. After rubbing my hands together furiously to bring some feeling into my fingers, I opened my door and stepped out into the cold just as the Jeep came a stop behind my car.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles asked as he jumped out, reaching me in just a few long strides. I nodded, looking at my vehicle with a mixture of sadness and annoyance.

“Yeah, fine. Just freezing. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she just started making some weird spluttering noise and then died. I barely had enough of a warning to make it to the side of the road,” I explained. Stiles pursed his lips, walking to the front of the car so he could get a look under the hood. After producing a flashlight from his sweatshirt pocket, he lifted it up and stuck his head in. “Thanks again for coming, Stiles. I just didn’t know who else to call, and-”

“What about Logan?” he asked, poking his head out so he could look at me quizzically. Another sigh materialized in front of me in the cold air.

“He broke up with me.”

“Oh,” Stiles said softly, straightening up and looking at me like I was broken. This is exactly what I hadn’t wanted. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine,” I told him, waving it off. “He was a jerk anyway. Only jerks dump someone two days before Christmas.”

“He is a jerk and you deserve better,” Stiles stated, his tone so matter-of-fact that it threw me off a tad. 

“Thanks. But I really don’t wanna talk about it. Can we just figure out what’s wrong with my car?” With that, Stiles was back under the hood, mumbling to himself about this and that as he moved his flashlight around. I started to bounce on the balls of my feet in an effort to try and warm myself up. I had been out here for way too long. 

“Well, the bad news is that I have no idea what the hell is wrong with your car and we’re going to have to come back for her in the morning. The good news is that we can get the hell out of here.”

“What?” I gaped, watching with shock as Stiles slammed the hood down and began to walk back toward Roscoe. “But I can’t just leave her!”

“Y/N, I can’t hardly see anything and I’m going to have to really get in there to figure out what’s wrong. It’s like 5 degrees out here, let’s just get you home,” he said. With one last forlorn look at my baby, I walked away and climbed into the Jeep. Stiles started it up, looking over at me with a grin that quickly faded. “Whoa, Y/N, you’re freezing! Here, take this.” Stiles shrugged out of his coat, placing it over my shoulders. I sure as hell didn’t protest, I was shaking like mad.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, wrapping it tightly around myself and staring out the window. Stiles pulled back onto the road, heading toward my house. We sat in silence for awhile, but I felt him glancing at me every few seconds. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Pretty sure,” I replied, my tone more snappy than I meant it to be. Silence again. It wasn’t for several minutes that I decided to speak up again. “You guys are just so….so stupid sometimes, you know? I mean, no offence.”

“None taken,” Stiles said with a shrug. 

“Maybe I should just take a break from guys. Or maybe I should become a lesbian, try that out. I bet girls aren’t this hard to figure out.”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “You’re like the labyrinth in that Greek myth. Basically impossible.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Look, Logan was a dick. Not all guys are that bad.”

“Well, until I find one that changes my mind, I’m sticking to that generalization.” Looking back out the window, I frowned when I saw my house come into view. Stiles slowed down to a stop, but he must have noticed my change in demeanor.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…I don’t really wanna deal with my parents and having to explain everything. And- and I still have pictures and stuff up…you know what? It’s stupid. Thanks again, Stiles-” I moved to get out of the Jeep, but a hand on my arm stopped me. 

“Give me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

“Would you just let me see it please?” Confused, I dug it out of my pocket and handed it over. Stiles typed something out, nodded to himself, and then handed it back to me as he pulled back onto the road and started to drive again.

“Uh, what the hell is going on?” I asked. 

“I told your parents that you’re staying at Lydia’s tonight. Now you don’t have to deal with all of that and you don’t have to be alone,” he explained.

“But…I’m actually coming to your house, aren’t I?” I said slowly, seeing right where he was going. Stiles smiled at me and winked before returning his attention to the road.

Once we reached his place, he unlocked the door and led me inside, the only light coming from the glow of their Christmas tree. I slipped off his coat, handing it back to him.

“Thanks for lending me your jacket. Its…really warm,” I said. Stiles brushed it off like no big deal, tossing it somewhere on a chair. He had me plop on his couch before rushing off to his kitchen, the sounds of clattering and cursing traveling through the open spaces. Finally, Stiles emerged with two mugs and a proud smirk on his face. 

“Thought this might be nice since it’s so damn cold out,” he said, handing one to me. I smiled happily when I saw what was in it: hot chocolate.

“You even put marshmallows in it!” I laughed.

“Duh. You can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows.” I sat a moment, just taking everything in before speaking up again. “Thank you, Stiles. For everything tonight. You’re a really great friend.”

“Of course, Y/N, no problem. You know you can always call me when you’re stranded in the middle of nowhere late at night.” I knew he meant it as a joke, but I reached for his free hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Not just that,” I said softly, holding his gaze for a few seconds. 

“Come ‘ere,” Stiles finally said, pulling me into his side and kissing the top of my head. I smiled to myself, letting my head rest on his chest. “What do you say we find one of those cheesy Christmas movies to watch, huh?”

“That sounds great.” Stiles turned on the tv, flipping through the channels until we came to an old Christmas special, one of my favorites, Santa Clause Is Coming To Town. Pulling a blanket off the back of the couch, Stiles threw it over us, settling in for the night.

Maybe not all guys were jerks.

[readingsanctuary]

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly bookish list prompt hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. The theme for this week is:

December 12: Top Ten Favorite Books of 2017

Okay, so I wasn’t sure whether to take part in this weeks topic because, obviously there are still a few weeks left in the year, and there is a chance that I could read something in that time that deserves a place on this list. However, I started thinking about it, and I decided that I couldn’t pass up on an excuse to talk about some of these books. Also, before I begin, I need to say that these are not in any particular order, because that would be dangerously close to picking favourites among them, and that’s too much pressure for me.

1. The Hate U Give – by Angie Thomas

I expect this book to appear on a lot of people’s lists today, and with good reason. The Hate U Give deserves all the praise it gets, and possibly more. It’s a powerful, ownvoices contemporary novel that examines what it’s like to be black in modern America, police brutality, and the incredibly important #blacklivesmatter movement. This book is full of great, complex and likeable characters, and is sure to become a classic in the future, I would recommend to everyone.

2. Moxie – by Jennifer Mathieu

Another book with an important message. Moxie tackles everyday sexism, misogyny and rape culture, with a rebellious attitude and girl power. One of my favourite things about this book is the way the girls pull together, support and stand up for each other. This is a book that I wish had been around when I was in school, and I hope it empowers and inspires many young girls in the future.

3. A Closed and Common Orbit – by Becky Chambers

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet is one of my all time favourite books, so this companion sequel had a tough act to follow. Somehow it managed to be different, but equally as wonderful. Becky Chambers is an auto-buy author for me at this point, her writing feels like home to me.

4. Radio Silence – by Alice Oseman

This book means so much to me, as a YA contemporary where I actually felt represented. I am so grateful for the asexual rep in this book, and the fact that it was discussed by the characters without judgement. I also really appreciate the discussion surrounding further education in the UK, and the message that university is not essential for success. I actually wrote a full review for this book talking about these issues more in-depth, it’s here if you want to read it.

5. The Loneliest Girl in the Universe – by Lauren James

This book completely blew me away. It was very different from what I was expecting, but that only made me like it even more. I was gripped from a few pages in, I loved the way it was written, incorporating emails and fan fiction, and I’m a huge fan of the anxiety representation.

6. Invictus – by Ryan Graudin

For me this book was just the perfect combination of a lot of things I really like, fantastically written with great writing and plot. It has time travel, a rag-tag, found family crew, adventure, heists, and high stakes. But my favourite part has to be the characters, they are such an interesting bunch, and I loved all their relationships and interactions. I wish this book had a sequel, I need more from these characters.

7. Truthwitch – by Susan Dennard

This book really captured my imagination when I read it at the beginning of the year. I loved the magic system, the world and above all the characters. I also adored the fact that this book has a strong female friendship, that is a major part of the story. This is one of my favourite ongoing series and I absolutely cannot wait for the next book!

8. The Upside of Unrequited – by Becky Albertalli

This was my introduction to the wonderful writing of Becky Albertalli, and I fell in love from the first paragraph. This is the first contemporary book that I’ve truly loved. I loved the family relationships, I loved the characters, and I loved the diversity. I really related to the representation of anxiety in this book, and honestly, I couldn’t put it down, I read it in a 24 hour period. I wrote a full, spoiler free review that you can read here if you want to know more.

9. Queens of Geek – by Jen Wilde

This book destroyed my reading slump and won my heart in one evening. I loved the look at fandom culture, the amazing characters, and the cute couples. This book had some things that I could really relate to, and honestly the whole thing made me so happy. It also has some fantastic diverse representation, including bi rep, anxiety, and autism rep. The hype surrounding Queens of Geek is well deserved.

10. Daughter of the Burning City – by Amanda Foody

There is so much that I love about this book. The blend of fantasy and murder mystery, the magic system, the setting, the characters. There’s a lot, and I adore it all. Also this book is the very first book I read with an Asexual character, and I almost cried seeing that aspect of my identity finally represented. In addition to that the main character is bi, and there is a lesbian side character. I have a gushing review here if you’re interested in more of my thoughts.

Honorable Mentions

Defy the Stars – by Claudia Gray

Our Dark Duet – by V.E. Schwab

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue – by Mackenzi Lee

The Diviners – by Libba Bray

The Nowhere Girls – by Amy Reed

After the Fire – by Will Hill

Labyrinth Lost – by Zoraida Córdova

Potential Additions

Iron Cast – by Destiny Soria – I’m currently reading this one, and so far I am really enjoying it. I love the magic system, the historical setting, and the main characters, and the strong female friendship.

The Cruel Prince – by Holly Black – I only just started reading this, but already I’m invested in it. I love the darkly inventive way Holly Black writes Faeries and their worlds, and the main character is very strong in her own way.

What are some of your favourite reads of the year so far? I’d love to hear about them in the comments!

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Top 10 Tuesday: Favourite Books of 2017 Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly bookish list prompt hosted by The Broke and the Bookish…