#her goals and values because Hot Man?

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The Jinn-Bot of Shantiport

set in a cyberpunk Calcutta-inspired city, loosely inspired by Aladdin

chaotic monkey bot who wants to fight in underground mecha/bot tournaments and leave to become a space hero

his human sister, the daughter of failed revolutionaries who has been working her whole life to free their city from oppression and inequality, especially with the recent rumors that their planet is scheduled for destruction

and an old unearthed bot whose function is to observe & record the story of a client who meets the siblings and quickly becomes involved in their lives

and a treasure hunt to find an old and powerful piece of alien tech that has the power to radically change their city

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Pick a pile : Your future spouse\lover 's 4 am spicy thoughts and advice for you

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While channeling these thoughts I felt as if I was being a chicken when you two were talking 😭 because like tell me why am I here while you two are talking in your bed cuddling eachother and laughing dearly 🫠

Pile एक

I think every woman wants a man to look her in the eyes, caress her cheek and tell her to take her fucking pant*es off...

You know you're fuc*ed when their voice turns you on.

When you're so turned on that you can't even think or talk.When all you want is to feel that body against yours.

Date someone you can have rough s*x with and deep conversations with whether it's two in the morning or two in the afternoon.

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Pile दो

Getting fu*ked to sleep every night by the love of my life is what I deserve tbh.

When their gentle side makes you weak & their dominant side makes you w*t.

Casual s*x is dead.I wanna fu*k you and feed you and care for you and support your goals and do shit with you and help you out and nap with you dammit!

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Pile तीन

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of s*x, lots of ki*sing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Every person deserves to wake up in bed next to a man\woman that is happy to see her\him\them beside him\her\their , that kisses her\him\them in spite of morning breath, and can't get out of bed before making love to her\him \ them again.

It's easy to take off your clothes and have s*x. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams... that is being nak*d.

I'm sorry but s*x will never be enough just for me to stick around. I need my soul fed. Spiritual growth. Teach me. Mold me. Guide me. Talk to me. Love me. Connect with me and UNDERSTAND ME

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Pile चार

Intimacy is such a huge fucking turn on. Not just physical intimacy but the kind where someone lets you in their mind. The closeness of being mentally, emotionally and energetically connected is hot.

I like that "morning baby" kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.

Forget about sleeping together. The real question is, can you still love her\him\them when she\he \they is\are overthinking, sending you 10 messages in a row because she\he\they need(s) reassurance? Can you support her\him\them when she\he\they is\are anxiously making sure she\he \they still wanted, and that you won't leave her\him\them when times get tough? Real love is about being there through her\his\their insecurities, calming her \him \ them fears, and proving that your commitment is strong. It's about showing her\him\them that she\he \they is\are loved and valued, even when she\he \they feel(s) most unsure and vulnerable.

You can be a genuine, loyal, and good-hearted person. AND YOU CAN ALSO BE A DIRTY, H*RNY, LITTLE S*X MONSTER. They are not mutually exclusive.

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Awaken Me | Tobias Eaton

pairings — four/reader | divergent au! |

summary : four seems to pick on you especially—and you figure out why. it’s because you both share the same secret.

warnings : none i think?

authors note : i forgot about this and decided to upload it even tho it’s unfinished…

© elliotsblunt 2022. do not repost, modify, or translate.

Your eyes burned slightly as you blinked away tears, confused as to why you couldn't find that certain...

Anger.

Wren, a curly haired blonde that belonged in Amity—somehow landed in Dauntless. But during combat, her frail arms would summon the strength of twice the muscle capacity she contains. If you hadn't seen her flip a man twice her size over her figure—

You wouldn't have believed it.

Anyways, Wren had told you that she had reached that certain level of fighting simply by thinking of what angered her most. The the thing was, nothing horrible had happened to you.

You were born and raised in Amity, where the crime rate remained a negative 0–if that were possible, it would be rated just that.

Your ma and pa sheltered you, as you were their only child. You were also extremely close with them, but after getting your screen test back—it was time to begin a new chapter in your life. One that would drag and smash you to the ground like a bug.

Which is what happened now—basically.

Gritting your teeth, you rolled over to dodge one of your opponents lashes. Fortunately, the girl wasn't a merciless bitch, and let you stand up whilst getting back into position. With shaky fists, you gulped, muttering a quick curse before her own swung towards your chin.

But—

The beating never came. The throbbing rush of warm blood thrashing in your veins never crashed. Your jaw was in tact, and you weren't flopped on the ground like a beaten animal.

Your eyes snapped open, flashing over to the strong hand wrapped around Turner's wrist. Turner, the girl you were fighting, gulped as she stood back from Four. His chest radiated of a warm essence that burnt your cheeks—especially with the smirk dripping off his face.

"Turner," he released her grip, not glancing at you, "It appears the Mary Poppins hasn't improved. Isn't fair to you, is it?"

Your throat went dry, remembering how much of a total prick he was. At first, you thought he was hot, so you deemed him to maybe be a good person. But after you figured one of his life goals was to torment and embarrass you—you checked your values and common sense.

His eyes were dark, but still weren't ever fluttered onto your figure—almost as if he didn't even want to look at you. It damaged your confidence more, knowing you were probably going to be factionless if you didn't shape up soon.

Turner only shrugged, dropping her arm back to her side before placing both hands on her hips. She raised a brow at you as you let out a sharp breath, wiping the imaginary dust off your palms before looking down at the ground and stepping off the fighting podium.

Your ears ring as her blows caused you some damage. Chewing on your bottom lip, you held back your defeated thoughts as Wren threw an arm around your shoulder,

"It's okay. I got a few beat downs my first year here. It gets better," she attempted to cheer you up. You merely hummed as she continued, "Anger, _ _. That's what powers you. You need—“

“I know,” you snapped, stopping your feet before rolling your eyes at her, “I know. But I’m not an angry person, and I’m shit at fighting.”

Her eyes narrowed, “Pity isn’t what makes you a Dauntless, _ _,” she stepped towards you, poking a nimble finger into your heart, “So instead of whining, kid, maybe you should just stop thinking and fight.”

Slowly nodding, you stood there as she headed over to the cafeteria for lunch. You noticed that the boxing bag area was empty—and it clicked in your head what Wren said.

Fight.

Bringing your fists up, you got into a fighting stance and threw your first punch. With gritted teeth, you felt the material bruise up your knuckles—but you wanted to feel it. Feel the pain. If you couldn’t feel the pain, then pity would just Pool around in your chest instead.

And you hated pity.

Hissing as you retracted your first, you did it again. Then repeated on the other fist. Every time the cool leather collided with your knuckles, it sent a sharp pain up your hand. But you stood through it, until the next time you swung, you didn’t realize the bag had made its own hit towards you—swinging and hitting your body with a harsh force.

Letting out a grunt, your body slammed into the cold cement of the training sector. Your ribs ached as you didn’t twitch to get up, instead accepting that you were going to be factionless if you didn’t get back up.

Get back up, _ _. You have to.

Sweat dribbled down your forehead as you landed another punch to the bag. You made it a mission to skip lunch so you could train, because you'd rather starve than be factionless. Breathing harshly through your teeth, you felt the muscles slightly tense in your arms.

"Mary poppins hasn't improved, has she?"

You felt your lip curl as you delivered another brutal hit, finally taking victory in the bag. You released a grunt as your fists kept colliding with it.

You were going to show that stuck up son of a—

"You're supposed to eat in order to gain muscle. Didn't teach you that back in Amity, huh?" You heard a voice quip, a deep and gravelly voice.

Jumping from surprise, your head snapped over to see Four leaning against one of the bags. His eyes were focused on you, smoky and stormy. You looked away from him instantly, but kept your focus on him, "Skipping lunch won't make you a Dauntles—"

"If someone tells me one more time what does or doesn't make me a Dauntless, I might just fucking shoot myself," you raised your voice, feeling the patience that usually you held snapped like a tree branch. Four's eyes stayed narrowed as he now crossed his arms, the muscles protruding from that caramel, ink covered skin of his.

You gulped, "I meant—"

He stood up straight, a smirk creeping into his plump, pink lips as he stepped towards you, "You're nothing but a farmer. You cannot train remotely enough to become one of us," he hissed, venom laced in his words. Something swirled in his eyes, making your jaw lock,

"You don't have anger. You have self pity, and Dauntless don't pity themselves. They fight, and are willing to give up their life for people. How can you fight others when you're fighting yourself already?"

You blinked, feeling anger begin to rise within you. It was a foreign feeling—but you didn't hate it. If anything, your veins welcomed the poisonous rage, but you bit your tongue.

Four laughed darkly, "You can't even speak up for yourself. Surely, you should go back to those farmers," he continued, making your fists balled up at your sides. As he continued to degrade you and your home, well— people who used to be your home, it rose.

The anger rose. It felt as the ground begun to shake, sudden flashes of all the combat you had witnessed before your eyes playing like a rapid slideshow in your mind. The cracks of the bones whenever someone would slip their foot beneath someone—breaking their balance.

Your eyes flickered up to his. He paused right before you, the scent of cologne filling your nose as your chest heaved deeply. Every sense of angst within you was on fire as he tilted his head.

"You don't belong here. But I doubt you'll be able to go home, since your parents disow—"

Your foot slipped under him, trapping him to the ground with a grunt from him. Your teeth clenched as you aimed to punch him, but he immediately snapped his eyes into yours. With furrowed brows, he grabbed your wrist and striked your leg with a harsh kick.

Your knee buckled, a bullet of pain shooting through your muscles. The cold concrete pavement of the training sector burned the flesh on your cheek, ears ringing as a dull ache formed in your back from the landing.

“C’mon, _ _,” Four chuckled, more so in a tiresome way than a tormenting tone. His chest heaved as I blinked, “Get up. Don’t give up now.”

It clicked. Was he…training you?

A boost if adrenaline shot through you. He believed in you. That was the push you needed to balance your wobbling arms off the ground, barely being able to push your body—but you did. Your fists balked at your sides as you gulped, accidentally melting into his cold eyes.

They weren’t as cold, though. As if the ice had slightly melted—but there was still another thick layer.

“Fighting is a dance,” he murmured firmly, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. You let out a harsh breathe as he held your back against his chest, before roughly pushing you away. You hit one of the punching backs, grunting as he smirked, “Until it’s not.”

“Can’t imagine dancing with you,” your eyes narrowed—only making his smirk grow.

But you didn’t hear a response, instead your eyes noticed he was about to take a step forward. Then, you watched his arm twitch—ducking before delivering a jab to his side. He flinched, which broke the barrier, and you didn’t wait to kick him down to the ground.

With a loud thud, you watched as his braid figure slammed against the ground. Picking up your feet, you darted towards him. Every single insult he’d ever thrown at you replayed in your head. He was trying to anger you.

Did he perhaps…care?

Sliding your knee across the ground, you grabbed both of his hands and held him down. Your hair fell over your face, panting deeply, as you used the rest of your strength to fight off his. His hues twitched to yours, something flashing in his eyes as they met yours.

Your throat became dry. Butterflies erupted in your tummy, a warm feeling hugging your heart.

Feeling the cheeks in your face burn—you felt the world slowly silence around you as your eyes melted onto his. You didn’t know if it was your imagination, or the adrenaline pumping in your veins—but you swore you felt his long fingers slowly graze your thigh.

Wait—

How did they get fre—

And in an instant, you were flipped into the ground. His strong hands held you down, gripping your wrist, as his muscular chest held down yours. Bodies pressed against one another, his grunts filling your ears…it was truly a sight.

A musky scent flooded your senses as you felt like you were high, wanting to reach out and touch that sculpted jaw of his. The stubble poking from his skin is probably scratchy against your palm, but his flesh still looked smooth and supple.

Despite his appearance coming off ragged and rough.

“That’s how you fight like a Dauntless,” He taunted darkly, making your brows raise in shock, “You’ll do just fine in ranks if you uh—“

His eyes fluttered to your lips, before he gulped and squeezed his eyes shut. He pushed himself off the floor, away from you, before dusting off his pants, “You should do just fine, _ _.”

Before you could say anything, he cleared his throat and made his exit.

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Vegeta

Vegeta as a boyfriend

● Absolute protector: Even if he's not the most expressive, Vegeta has a strong protective instinct. He'll do anything to make sure his partner is safe, even if he denies it with lines like, “It’s not that I care, I’m just stronger than you.”

● Affection in his own way: Vegeta isn’t a fan of public displays of affection, but in private, he can be surprisingly sweet. Things like running his hand through your hair or holding your hand in silence while watching a sunset are his way of saying “I love you.”

● Constant effort: If his partner has a goal, he’ll be the first to push her toward it. Even if he's blunt, phrases like “Are you really giving up that easily?” actually mean “I know you can do this.”

● Hates emotional competition: If he notices someone flirting with his partner, his attitude changes instantly. His body language screams “She’s mine. Don’t even try.”

● Wounded pride: He wouldn’t admit it, but he emotionally depends on his partner validating him as both a warrior and a man. Simple phrases like “I believe in you” can make his whole day, even if he only responds with a grunt.

Funny headcanons:

1. Disastrous cook: Vegeta has tried cooking to impress you but always ends up burning everything. However, if you teach him, he might get obsessed with being the best chef—though he only makes one decent dish.

2. Competitive in everything: If his partner says she’s good at something, he takes it as a challenge. “You think you can beat me in Mario Kart? Ha, prepare to lose.”

3. Super literal: He’s terrible at understanding hints. If you say “I’m fine” with a sarcastic tone, he truly believes you’re fine and goes on with his day.

4. Over-the-top reactions: If you trip or hurt yourself even a little, he reacts like someone insulted his honor. “Who put that stone there? I’m going to destroy it!”

5. Loud during movies: During action scenes, he gets so into it that he ends up shouting at the screen: “What is that idiot doing? He should power up now!”

Curious facts

Disciplined but flexible: Even though he has a strict training routine, if you ask to spend time together, he’ll act tough but end up giving in. He enjoys quiet nights stargazing.

Obsessed with new things: If you introduce him to something new (food, music, a movie), he’ll reject it at first, but if he likes it, he’ll adopt it like it was his idea all along.

Nostalgic side: Though he won’t say it aloud, he deeply values traditions or simple things that remind him of his home planet. He might one day surprise you with stories of Saiyan culture.

Unexpected gifts: He’s not into material presents, but if he notices you admiring something, he’ll get it for you somehow—while pretending it’s not a big deal: “I thought it might be useful. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

Respects personal space: He understands the importance of independence and won’t invade your time or goals. But he’ll always be there, silently supporting from the shadows.

Fun facts about Vegeta

● King of long showers: Though he seems tough and practical, he enjoys long hot showers after training. It’s one of the few moments he truly relaxes but he’ll deny it if asked.

● Loves Earth food: While his Saiyan diet is meat-heavy, he’s developed a taste for Earth dishes. Thanks to you, desserts like ice cream and cake are now his secret weakness.

● Coffee obsession: He started drinking coffee because it looked “mature and classy.” Now he can’t start his day without it black, of course, because “that’s how warriors drink it.”

● Surprisingly well-read: Though he doesn’t show it, Vegeta reads about combat strategies, Saiyan history, and anything that helps him improve. He might surprise his family with knowledge no one expected.

● Values his personal space: He’s not a fan of people entering his training space without permission unless you’re Trunks or Bulma, don’t do it.

Domestic side of Vegeta

● Trains... but also cleans: While training is his priority, he’s very tidy. He always cleans up after himself and organizes his gear meticulously. If anyone moves his stuff, he’ll growl: “Who dared touch this?”

● Fixes things at home: He picked up basic mechanical skills during his time with Frieza and Bulma. Though he doesn’t enjoy it, he hates depending on others—so he’ll fix anything, while complaining the whole time.

● Early riser: He wakes up before anyone else to train but also enjoys the peacefulness of dawn. It’s one of the few times he’s truly at peace with himself.

● Strict with Trunks’ schedule: As a father, Vegeta wants Trunks to have discipline, especially in training. If he catches him gaming late, he’ll shut off the console saying: “Warriors don’t need these useless games.”

● Secretly likes romantic movies: You’ve caught him watching romance films while muttering: “This is ridiculous. Who acts like that?” Yet he never turns off the screen.

● Hates social events but goes for you: Vegeta dislikes parties or big gatherings, but if you insist, he stays—though his face says it all. Still, he never leaves your side.

● Sometimes cooks, won’t admit it: If you’re late or everyone’s hungry, he’ll cook something basic (grilled meat, eggs, rice). It’s not gourmet, but it works. Afterward, he’ll say: “I did this because no one else would, not because I care.”

Sweet and unique details

● Keeps little memories: Even if he denies it, Vegeta has a box with things that remind him of meaningful moments like drawings from Trunks or gifts from you.

● Covers you at night: If he sees his wife sleeping without a blanket, he makes sure to tuck her in before going to train. It’s his silent way of caring.

● Doesn’t like pets but tolerates them: He’s not a fan of animals, but if Trunks or you bring one home, he ends up getting used to it. You’ve even caught him playing with them when he thinks no one’s watching.

● Terrible with important dates: Vegeta doesn’t understand the value of anniversaries or birthdays. But if he messes up, he’ll try to make it up with a big gesture like a unique gift or a special outing.

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Vegeta como novio

● Protector absoluto: Aunque no sea el más expresivo, Vegeta tiene un instinto protector muy fuerte. Hará cualquier cosa por asegurarse de que su pareja esté a salvo, aunque lo niegue con comentarios como "No es que me importe, simplemente soy más fuerte que tú."

● Cariño a su manera: Vegeta no es fan de muestras públicas de afecto, pero en privado puede llegar a ser sorprendentemente dulce. Cosas como pasarle una mano por el cabello o sostenerle la mano mientras ven un atardecer en silencio son su forma de decir "Te amo."

● Esfuerzo constante: Si su pareja tiene una meta, él será el primero en empujarla hacia ello. Aunque sea brusco, frases como "¿De verdad te vas a rendir tan fácil?" se traducen como "Sé que eres capaz de lograrlo."

● Detesta la competencia emocional: Si nota que alguien más intenta coquetear con su pareja, su actitud cambia instantáneamente. Su lenguaje corporal dirá"Es mía. No te atrevas."

● Orgullo herido: No lo admitiría, pero depende emocionalmente de que su pareja lo valide como guerrero y como hombre. Pequeñas frases como "Confío en ti" pueden iluminarle el día, aunque su respuesta sea un gruñido.

Headcanons graciosos:

1. Cocinero desastroso: Vegeta ha intentado cocinar más de una vez para impresionar, pero siempre termina quemando todo. Sin embargo, si su pareja le enseña, puede llegar a obsesionarse con ser el mejor chef, aunque solo haga un platillo decente.

2. Competitivo incluso en lo cotidiano: Si su pareja menciona que es buena en algo, Vegeta lo tomará como un desafío. "¿Dices que puedes ganarme en Mario Kart? Ja, prepárate para perder."

3. Súper literal: Es terrible entendiendo indirectas. Si su pareja dice "Estoy bien" con tono sarcástico, él asume que realmente está bien y sigue con su día.

4. Reacciones exageradas: Si su pareja sufre un pequeño accidente, como tropezarse, su reacción será casi como si alguien hubiera atacado su honor. "¿Quién puso esa piedra ahí? ¡Voy a destruirla!"

5. Ruidoso viendo películas: Durante las escenas de acción en películas o series, se emociona tanto que termina dando instrucciones en voz alta: "¡Qué hace ese tonto, debería usar su poder al máximo!"

Datos curiosos

- Disciplinado, pero flexible: Aunque Vegeta tiene una rutina de entrenamiento rígida, si su pareja le pide pasar tiempo juntos, se hará el rudo, pero acabará cediendo. Le gusta pasar noches tranquilas mirando las estrellas.

- Obsesión por las cosas nuevas: Si su pareja le presenta algo que no conoce (comida, música, una película), lo rechazará inicialmente, pero si le gusta, lo incorporará a su vida como si fuera su descubrimiento.

- Tiene un lado nostálgico: Aunque no lo diga abiertamente, Vegeta valora profundamente las tradiciones o cosas simples que le recuerdan su planeta natal. Tal vez un día sorprenda a su pareja con historias de la cultura Saiyan.

- Regalos inesperados: No es de regalar cosas materiales, pero si nota que su pareja admira algo, lo conseguirá de alguna forma, aunque finja que no es un detalle especial: "Solo pensé que te sería útil. No me importa si te gusta o no."

- Respetuoso con el espacio personal: Sabe lo importante que es la independencia y no invadirá el tiempo o las metas de su pareja. Pero siempre estará ahí, apoyando silenciosamente en las sombras.

Datos curiosos sobre Vegeta

● El rey de las duchas largas: Aunque Vegeta parece práctico y rudo, disfruta de largas duchas calientes después de entrenar. Es uno de los pocos momentos donde realmente se relaja, pero lo negará si alguien se lo menciona.

● Le encanta la comida terrícola: Aunque su dieta Saiyan es rica en carne y proteínas, Vegeta ha desarrollado un gusto particular por los platillos terrícolas. Los postres como los helados y pasteles (gracias a ti) son su debilidad secreta.

● Obsesión con el café: Vegeta comenzó a tomar café porque lo veía como algo "adulto y sofisticado". Ahora no puede empezar su día sin una taza, y prefiere el café negro porque es "de guerreros".

● Es un lector sorprendente: Aunque no lo parezca, Vegeta lee sobre estrategias de combate, historia Saiyan y cualquier cosa que le ayude a superarse. Podría sorprender a su familia con conocimientos que nadie esperaba que tuviera.

● Le gusta el espacio personal: Vegeta no es muy fan de que le invadan su espacio sin permiso. A menos que seas Trunks o Bulma, es mejor no entrar a su lugar de entrenamiento sin preguntar.

Aspectos domésticos de Vegeta

● Entrena...pero también limpia: Aunque Vegeta prioriza el entrenamiento, tiene hábitos muy ordenados. Siempre limpia el equipo después de usarlo y organiza sus cosas meticulosamente. Si alguien desordena sus cosas, gruñe: "¿Quién se atrevió a mover esto?"

● Repara cosas en casa: Tiene conocimientos básicos de mecánica gracias a su tiempo en la nave de Freezer y su convivencia con Bulma. Aunque no disfruta hacerlo, odia depender de otros, así que si algo está roto, lo arreglará (aunque con muchas quejas).

● Es madrugador: Vegeta se despierta antes que nadie para entrenar, pero también disfruta la tranquilidad del amanecer. Es uno de los pocos momentos donde está en paz consigo mismo.

● Es estricto con los horarios de Trunks: Como padre, Vegeta intenta que Trunks tenga disciplina, especialmente en sus entrenamientos. Si lo ve jugando videojuegos hasta tarde, le apaga la consola diciendo: "Los guerreros no necesitan estos juegos inútiles."

● Secretamente le gustan las películas románticas: Aunque lo oculta bien, lo has sorprendido viendo películas románticas mientras dice cosas como: "Es absurdo. ¿Quién se comporta así?" Pero nunca apaga la pantalla.

● Detesta los eventos sociales, pero los soporta por ti : Vegeta no es fan de las fiestas o reuniones, pero si tú insistes, se queda (aunque su cara lo dice todo). Sin embargo, nunca falta al lado de su esposa.

● A veces cocina, pero no lo admite: Si tú llegas tarde o hay hambre en casa, Vegeta se pone a cocinar lo básico (carne asada, huevos, arroz). Su comida no es la mejor, pero es eficiente. Después, dice algo como: "Hice esto porque nadie más lo haría, no porque me interese."

Detalles tiernos y únicos

● Guarda recuerdos pequeños: Aunque lo niegue, Vegeta tiene una caja con cosas que le recuerdan momentos importantes con su familia, como dibujos de Trunks o cosas que tú le has dado.

● Te cubre por las noches: Si ve que su esposa está dormida sin cobija, se asegura de arroparla antes de irse a entrenar. Es su manera silenciosa de cuidar a los suyos.

● No le gustan las mascotas, pero las tolera: Vegeta no es fan de los animales domésticos, pero si Trunks o tu traen una mascota, termina acostumbrándose. Incluso se ha visto jugando con ellas cuando cree que nadie lo ve.

● Es pésimo recordando fechas importantes: Vegeta no entiende la importancia de los aniversarios o cumpleaños, pero si te hace enojar por esto, hace todo lo posible para compensarlo con un gesto grande, como regalar algo único o invitarla a un lugar especial.

[helgiafterdark]

blah blah werewolf husbands blah blah blah

so, i just wanna talk about my personal characterizations of them. farkas is not some stupid bumbling brute with no brain and no feelings, and vilkas isn't just some angry angsty asshole (although at a surface level, i can see this). and this definitely heads into headcanon/fanfic territory.

farkas has the unique role of being the only companion we can actually witness transform into a werewolf (we do get to see aela in wolf form, but not her actual transformation and with no combat). and kodlak has convinced vilkas that sovngarde is a desirable goal incompatible with lycanthropy. so what does this mean?

clearly, farkas is more at ease with his own lycanthropy – his own self. he can transform into a wolf at will, he has amazing control over it. he is always calm and level-headed, he isn't concerned about any sort of bloodlust or rampages. i think this is due to his upbringing, surrounded by werewolves and warriors his entire life. this is his normal, his peace. i still believe his wolfblood burns hot within him, and he has moments where he loses control. but these moments are few and far between. his outer shell is a quiet calm man, who has moments of boisterousness and passion. and he is perceived as man of few words, or more negatively, a bad conversationalist. i think this contributes to the idea that he is stupid, but he isn't. he definitely doesn't have as much capacity to remember many historical facts like vilkas, but still he isn't stupid.

farkas has a rich inner dialogue and feels his emotions very deeply. yes, he has his personal trauma and other things he has dealt with which have possibly caused him to become withdrawn. but he has a very healthy outlet in hunting and fighting and training, especially considering he is literally not a human and biologically has a need to hunt (whether this aligns with human needs or morals is irrelevant).

and you'd think the same would apply to vilkas, but it doesn't. he is always grumpy at best, a whirling storm of fury at worst. he has bursts of anger, shouting, maybe even violence. combat is his main outlet, at jorrvaskr he can knock skulls together all day. but put him in a tavern and he will sulk in the corner all night. to most everyone else, he's moody, brooding, irritable, snobby, fun-intolerant, and has no problem laughing in your face when you ask a stupid question (although he'll tell you the answer anyway, because he certainly knows it). but there is an ache, deep in his heart. he has carried it with him for a very long time.

i believe in childhood vilkas was perhaps closer emotionally to their father, jergen, or had a stronger attachment to him. and when jergen left for war, vilkas took this much harder. he had to reason with himself and come up with some way for this loss and grief to make sense. so vilkas perceives this as abandonment, and maybe it was. and due to his environment and the people around him, the only thing this boy could understand was anger. then he latched onto another father figure, kodlak.

and we have to remember that kodlak wasn't always an old man. he was young, a powerful werewolf warrior who claimed many victories and looked glorious doing it. he still maintains a connection to talos in his old age, which he likely acquired in youth long before he became a werewolf. after jergen left and never returned, kodlak took on the responsibilities of instilling good values into those boys. i don't believe kodlak really taught them much about talos (somewhat secular upbringing). but he did teach them about honor, integrity, leadership, and security. over time, kodlak came to see them as his own sons. i think this is where kodlak's worries regarding sovngarde stem from; things are different now that he has children.

and when kodlak became disillusioned with lycanthropy, he projects onto vilkas and farkas, saying that they do not take to the blood as deeply. vilkas was easily convinced. farkas obviously just agrees with vilkas, he goes where his brother goes. but i think internally, farkas is extremely comfortable as a werewolf and would not choose to rid himself of his power. so when kodlak says farkas seems to be fine after swearing off transformations... well, i think it is because farkas would never give this up, and hasn't.

i think farkas' mental peace and clarity come from being his unrestrained self. he doesn't hold back his wolf, he embraces it fully. he regularly hunts in beast form, like aela and skjor. he transforms whenever he needs to, a powerful release of emotions and other energies. maybe farkas just wasn't as close to jergen, maybe he just has better emotional control and was able to efficiently cope with his grief. no matter the reason, he isn't as affected by this loss as his brother. (not to say farkas was entirely unaffected, but everyone has their own reaction to loss). however, farkas did very much look up to skjor. and when skjor dies, farkas is grieving. he expresses this verbally once and then never again. he's a man of few words, he contains his grief and other emotions.

vilkas' enduring anger, however, is worsened by holding himself back. he is convinced lycanthropy is a curse, that he isn't a true nord. so he doesn't transform into a wolf. he remains a man, every day, possibly for years. he is bottled up, repressed, waiting to be released but he will not allow this to happen. this is the illusion of self control. in holding himself back, he makes it so much harder to contain. he is absolutely itching with rage and he knows why but he is so stubborn. he has made up his mind; he will not transform. to him, this is strength. he believes his beastblood is his weakness. but i don't think werewolves should see their blood as a curse or a blessing. it is simply who they are, and it's important emotionally and mentally and physically to embrace who you are.

so basically, when farkas transforms into a wolf, he is completely in control and fully aware. this is what vilkas thinks he is, but in holding himself back he is actually on a path to losing control over his beastblood.

i love them <3

[trophy-girl]

The Rise of Bare Minimum Men: Why You Deserve More

You ever talk to a guy and feel like you’re the only one putting in effort? Like if you stopped texting, the conversation would die? Or if you didn’t suggest meeting up, you’d never see him? If so, you’ve probably dealt with a bare minimum man the kind of guy who does just enough to keep you interested but never enough to make you feel truly valued.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Let’s break this down examples of how women experience low-effort men and how to handle them.

⊹ ⁺ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯♡໒⁀ ᩧຼ ꒱ིྀ ⁺ ⊹ ₊‧.°.⋆ 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ⋆.°.‧₊ ⊹ ⁺ 𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ͡ ৯♡໒⁀ ᩧຼ

Meet Sarah & Jason: A Bare Minimum Love Story

Sarah just started talking to Jason. He’s cute, funny, and when they first met, he gave her just enough attention to keep her interested. But after a few weeks, she notices a pattern:

1. He Only Texts Her Late at Night ཻུ۪۪♡

• Instead of thoughtful good morning texts, Jason hits her up at 11 PM with “wyd?”

• If she doesn’t respond, he’ll text again the next day, acting like nothing happened.

• When Sarah asks why he doesn’t text during the day, he says he’s “just bad at texting.”

(Reality Check: A man who wants you will make time for you. “Bad at texting” is just an excuse.)

2. He Never Plans Real Dates ๋࣭ ࣪˖⋆˙

• At first, Jason seemed excited to hang out, but every time Sarah asks, he says he’s “busy.”

• When he finally suggests meeting up, it’s always at his apartment never a real date.

• He never takes her out to dinner, never picks a nice place, never puts in effort.

(Reality Check: A man who values you will make an effort to take you out and impress you.)

t ༚ ༅༚˳✿˳༚༅ ༚ ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ ♡ ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ ♡ t ༚ ༅༚˳✿˳༚༅ ༚ ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎.

3. He’s Hot & Cold

• Some days, Jason is sweet, flirty, and acts like he really likes Sarah.

• Other days, he ignores her texts for hours or even days.

• Whenever Sarah pulls away, he suddenly acts interested again.

(Reality Check: This is a classic example of breadcrumbing giving just enough attention to keep you hooked but never committing.)

4. He Never Asks About Her Life

• Sarah listens to Jason rant about work, his gym routine, and his favorite sports team.

• But when she talks about her goals, her stress, or her accomplishments, he barely responds.

• He doesn’t remember small details like her favorite coffee order or the fact that she has an important job interview.

༚ ༅༚˳✿˳༚༅ ༚ ❁۪۪. ｡˚ ❁ཻུ۪۪ ｡˚ ༚ ༅༚˳✿˳༚༅ ༚ ❁۪۪. ｡˚ ❁ཻུ۪۪ ｡˚

(Reality Check: A man who actually cares will ask about your life and remember what matters to you.)

5. He Expects Everything Without Giving Anything

• Jason gets jealous when Sarah mentions other guys, but he still refuses to define their relationship.

• He expects her to be available whenever he feels like talking, but he disappears when she needs emotional support.

• When Sarah finally asks where this is going, he says: “I like what we have… let’s just go with the flow.”

(Reality Check: “Going with the flow” is just another way of saying, “I don’t want to commit, but I don’t want you to leave either.”**)

Why Do Women Settle for Bare Minimum Men Like Jason?

Sarah knows Jason isn’t treating her right, but she keeps making excuses:

• “Maybe he’s just busy.”

• “Maybe he’s not used to relationships.”

• “Maybe if I show him how amazing I am, he’ll change.”

Sound familiar? Women often settle for low-effort men because:

• They think something is better than nothing.

• They believe if they’re patient enough, he’ll step up.

• They’re afraid of being called “too demanding.”

• They confuse attention with intention.

But here’s the truth: A man who truly values you will show it. No confusion. No mixed signals. No guessing.

How to Stop Settling for Bare Minimum Men ﾟﾟ･｡♡

If you don’t want to end up in a situationship with a guy like Jason, here’s what you need to do:

1. Raise Your Standards—And Stick to Them

• If he doesn’t plan real dates, stop entertaining him.

• If he only texts late at night, stop replying.

• If he won’t commit, walk away.

⃘ ˖ ࣪⭑ ◌ * ⃘ ˖ ࣪⭑ ◌ *

2. Stop Rewarding Low Effort

• If you keep accepting crumbs, he will never give you the full meal.

• The moment you stop tolerating the bare minimum, you make room for men who will actually step up.

3. Pay Attention to Actions, Not Words

• A man who says “I really like you” but never puts in effort doesn’t actually like you he just likes the access you give him.

• Instead of listening to excuses, watch how he treats you.

4. Be Willing to Walk Away

• The biggest power move? Stop giving men like Jason your time.

• If he truly wants you, he will step up. If he doesn’t, let him go.

Final Thoughts: You Deserve More Than the Bare Minimum

Jason isn’t a bad person he’s just a man who has never been forced to put in effort because women have let him get away with doing the least.

But Sarah? She finally woke up. She stopped replying to “wyd?” texts, started prioritizing herself, and met a man who actually took her on real dates, called her just to check in, and made her feel wanted, not just convenient.

The lesson? Men will do the least you allow them to do. If you want more, you have to stop accepting less.

So, are you going to keep entertaining a Jason? Or are you going to start demanding more?

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Little Secret

Pairing: Misha Collins x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: 19 year age gap, implied smut

Request by @jessicalynnann: Jordan.!!! I need me a good happy story… with some angst and smut well because it is me lol. How about one where Misha is your dad’s best friend and he is attracted to you and he shouldn’t be and one night he comes over to check on you cause your parents are away and walks in on you and a guy and gets jealous and then he throws him out so sexy time ensues.

Summary: You come home for the summer after your first year in college. Everyone looks different, the farm is different, the town is different and Misha Collins is definitely different. Older men are what get you going, and you're going to make it a goal this summer to get as much as Misha Collins as you can.

Square Filled: "you weren't supposed to hear that" (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: in this fic, Misha is 41 and you're 22

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After a year in college, you’re back home for summer break. As much as you loved dorm life with your friends, you miss the farm life back home. Your dad owns a really big farm with lots of animals that he uses to make money off of. He sells the cow’s milk, the chicken’s eggs, and the sheep’s wool while still upholding the value of the property. He has a section of land for vegetables that he grows but he mostly keeps that for himself.

You’re staying with him for the entire summer which is the best time to be on the farm. In the winter, the snow ruins almost everything about it so the summer is the perfect time to get a lot of shit done. 

Once you get your luggage from baggage claim, you make your way over to the pickup section of the airport, waiting for your ride. When you see your dad’s beaten old pickup truck, you make your way over to him. Instead of him getting out, your older brother does with a crooked smile.

“Y/N!”

“Mason!”

You drop your luggage and run into his arms for a big hug. You haven’t seen him in years since he went off to college on the other side of the country. At least you stayed a bit closer to your home. He graduated not long ago and decided to move back home to help out with the family.

“How’s college life treating you?”

“It’s only the first year. I got a dorm next year with the friends I made this year so that’s good.”

“Awesome. Man, you won’t believe what’s been happening in this town,” he chuckles.

He grabs your luggage and heaves it into the trunk. You both get in the car and off you go back home.

“Alright, spill it. What did I miss?”

“Dad is doing more volunteer work, your old high school teacher, Ms. Bromwell got arrested for fooling around with her senior students, we got a new mayor, and Mom has the hots for the new Pastor.”

“Of course, she does,” you laugh. Ever since she got divorced from Dad, she’s been moving around town in not the best way. Still, you love her to pieces. “Glad to be home.”

“Oh, and Misha is back in town.”

Your entire body goes still at the mention of his name.

“How is he doing?”

“He’s alright, I guess,” Mason shrugs.

Misha is your dad’s best friend who grew up only a few doors down from you. He was always present at every birthday party, every time you snuck out of the house, when you first got your license, when you got ready for Prom, and when you graduated high school. When you got to that age when you started caring how you look for boys’ attention, you were really getting dolled up for him. You have had a major crush on him for years now but you were too young to do something about it.

He is nineteen years older than you but you don’t care. You’re fresh in college, you’re not a little girl anymore, and you know what you want. You want Misha and you’re going to make it your goal to get him this summer, even if it only lasts a couple of months. He might see you as a child and as his best friend’s daughter but you’re going to change that soon enough.

Mason reaches the house in record time and helps bring in your bags.

“Dad! We’re home,” he announces.

“Y/N!” your dad greets you and brings you in for a hug. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“Glad to be home, Dad,” you smile.

“You remember Misha, right?”

You turn to face him and your mouth actually goes dry. Damn, he looks good. Seeing him is sending tingles up and down your body that you shouldn’t have for your dad’s best friend. He smiles and that almost makes you melt right there.

“Y/N, it’s been a long time.”

He brings you in for a hug and all your senses are filled with him. His cologne is making your head dizzy and you can feel his muscles underneath his clothes.

“Yeah, it has,” you chuckle.

“Do you need help unpacking?”

“No, I got it,” you quickly say and pull away from him. “Thank you, though.”

You grab your bag and immediately head upstairs before you make a fool out of yourself. He watches you walk up the stairs with a controlled look on his face. There is no way he is going to give away what he’s thinking.

The day you came in was a day for relaxing, but the next morning is when your contribution begins. You wake up right as the sun is peeking over the horizon and get dressed in short coveralls and a sports bra. You tie your hair into a messy bun and grab a woven basket before heading out to the chicken coops.

Most of the hens have laid eggs that you collect without issue. There are a few with attitudes but you know how to handle them. It doesn’t matter how long you spend away from home, the work is engraved in your head. You bend down to collect some more eggs when you hear someone shuffle against the wood chips behind you, and you gasp while turning around.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Misha chuckles.

“What are you doing up?”

“Same as you.”

“You wanted to get the eggs from the chickens, too?”

“Okay,” Misha chuckles, “maybe not the same reason.” You smile at him and move on to the hens on the other side of the coop. “So, how is college going?”

“So far so good. I got a dorm with my friends next year so that’s good. Classes are great.”

“Meet anyone over there?”

“You mean like a boyfriend?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he nods.

Is he fishing for information? What if you say yes? Are you going to make him jealous? This is a good opportunity to mess with him but you resist. It’s too early in your relationship to make such bold decisions. For now, you keep it safe.

“No. I’m not into men my age. I like them older,” you flirt subtly.

“I see,” he nods.

“So, tell me something, you’re well off with money. Why are you still in this town? The people stay here because they can’t go anywhere else.”

“Your dad is well off but he stays.”

“He’s been in this town for decades. He can’t leave,” you chuckle.

“Same here. I grew up here.” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs. “I don’t know. I feel like there is something here for me still. Maybe someone.”

“Is that your way of telling me you’re single?”

“Maybe.”

“I see,” you copy his response.

You finish grabbing all the eggs and bring them inside with Misha. It’s time for breakfast now because your dad and Mason are going to be up soon. There are dozens of eggs so what better way than to make some omelettes with some of the fresh vegetables from the farm? 

One of your favorite apps these days is Tik Tok which your best friend introduced you to. It has all sorts of videos that can keep you entertained for hours, and some of your favorite videos to watch are prank videos. One of the ones going around is where someone is cooking eggs and decides to crack one on someone’s head instead of doing it on the counter or the side of a pan.

You look at Misha who is washing his hands with a smirk. You grab twelve eggs to cook with and set the rest of them off to the side. You take one of the eggs and swiftly crack the egg on Misha’s forehead. He flinches from shock and you hold in your giggle as you pour the egg into the pan.

You grab another egg to do it again but Misha is quick on his feet. He moves out of the way and wipes the egg whites that you left on his skin. He reaches out to touch you but you squeal and move out of the way.

“This isn’t how this works!” you laugh.

Misha grabs your waist and pulls you into him, and he teases you by hovering his slimy hands above your face. You squirm to get away from him but end up moving your body closer to him. You turn to face him and lock eyes. He looks down briefly before something changes in his body language and in his eyes. He clears his throat and steps away from you to put some distance between you two.

“I should get going.”

“Why? Breakfast hasn’t even started yet.”

“I got stuff to do.”

“Stuff?”

Just then, your dad comes jogging down the stairs because you know he smelled the eggs cooking.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” your dad asks and grabs water from the fridge.

“Helping Y/N out but I’m leaving now.”

Misha washes his hands and leaves without another word. You watch him leave with a frown as you rake your brain to figure out where things took a turn.

A few days later, your dad wanted to have a barbecue for everyone in town at the farm. He has the biggest property in town so it makes sense to turn the farm into something the entire town can enjoy. Almost everyone from town is in your backyard, and your dad sets up games for the kids to play, a small bar with a keg of beer for the adults, and lots of good food. The one job he gave you was to keep the keg stocked with beer but the one he has must have the nozzle broken because it’s not dispensing beer correctly.

Misha shows up expecting to have a good time when he spots you bent over the keg wearing short shorts and an almost see-through tank top. He clenches his jaw in frustration and storms over to you. You’re too busy to see him heading your way, and you yank the nozzle the wrong way because beer sprays all over your shirt.

“Shit,” you gasp and jump back.

Beer flows out of the nozzle so you quickly turn it off before any more goes to waste. You grab the ends of your shirt to take it off when Misha grabs your elbow.

“What the hell?”

“What? I got beer on myself.”

“Taking off your shirt with children around is inappropriate.”

“It’s not like I’ll be showing my boobs to everyone. I have a sports bra underneath this.”

“Here.” He sheds off his jacket and gives it to you to wear. “Go inside and change.”

“Yes, sir,” you say sarcastically and walk away from him.

Misha resists the urge to grab you and punish you for your bratty attitude. You’re not sure what has gotten into him these last couple of days because he’s been angry with you. You’ve tried flirting with him but nothing has come of it and you’re not one of those girls to just wait around for a guy. If he doesn’t want you, there are plenty of other men who do. There was a young man at the barbecue that you connected with and kept in touch with after the event was over.

Your dad is going to be out of town for a couple of days with your brother which means you have the house to yourself. What better way to spend your time than with the new guy you met? Misha has mixed feelings about you because you’re his best friend’s daughter. You’re unsponkingly off limits. If Jensen knew the kind of thoughts he was having about his daughter, he would kill him for sure.

Maybe if he talks to you, he can understand what he’s feeling and figure out what to do about it. He walks over to your house and uses the key Jensen gave him for emergencies only. He has to check on you anyway per Jensen’s request so he doesn’t think much when he walks inside your house. It’s usually quiet until he hears something that makes all his blood go straight to his cock.

You are moaning upstairs. 

The thing that pisses him off is he hears a man moan right after you. He should just leave but he rushes upstairs with the intent of ruining your evening. He doesn’t mean to be an asshole but he’s thinking with his downstairs brain and not his upstairs one. He practically busts down the door to see the guy you met naked on top of you.

“What the fuck!” you gasp and push the man off you.

Misha is too pissed to see that you’re fully naked in front of him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The guy you’re with stutters since he’s too scared by Misha’s presence. “Get the hell out of here.”

The guy gathers his clothes and rushes out of the room, and you pull your robe on to give you some sort of decency.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why did you run him off?” you gasp in anger.

“You know, when your dad asked me to check on you while he was away, I’d figure I see you in here drinking, maybe smoking some weed, not fucking some boy you just met.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Yeah, well, I did.”

“You thought it was okay to come here close to the middle of the fucking night? You couldn’t have waited until morning?”

“I’m not going to let my best friend’s daughter get pregnant by some kid she doesn’t know.”

“I have condoms.”

“It’s irresponsible.”

“Why do you even care what goes on in my bedroom? It’s not like you’re in it,” you cross your arms.

If you’re going to do this, may as well go all out. Misha chuckles but it’s not an amused chuckle, it’s a dark chuckle like you better watch what you say next or he’ll punish you.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

The laugh you give is almost an amused one.

“An old guy like you? The only thing I won’t be able to handle is how short it’ll be. Wouldn’t want to throw out your back, now would we?”

Misha’s smirk is lost as he stalks towards you. You back up but are stopped by the dresser.

“Sweetheart, I’d ruin other men for you.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Misha looks like he wants to but listens to the rational part of his brain. He shakes his head and starts to walk away from you. “That’s what I thought.” You scoff. “I want you to leave because I have a date with my vibrator which has batteries that will last longer than you.” 

Misha snaps and turns so quickly that you don’t have time to react. He grabs your waist and tosses you onto the bed causing your robe to open enough to show your breasts. He looks down at your chest and reaches out to touch one of your breasts but resists at the last second.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“I’m nineteen years older than you.”

“And?”

“You’re my best friend’s daughter.”

“And?” you chuckle.

Misha stares into your eyes to see if you mean what you say. When he doesn’t see a shred of regret he leans down and kisses you. He reaches into your robe and palms your breasts before allowing you to shred the piece of clothing. It’s passionate. It’s sensual. It’s intimate. It’s everything you want and more. He’s so much different than anyone you’ve ever been with. He takes care of you three times before he even thinks about himself; once on his tongue, once on his fingers, and once more on his cock.

It’s hours before you’re done and you pant heavily next to him.

“Yeah, you have ruined other men for me,” you laugh.

“You can’t tell your dad about this. He’d murdered me.”

“Eh, I don’t tell him a lot of things anyway.”

You lean over and kiss him again, ready for a round two.

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[fumifooms]

I literally just revived my tumblr so I can like and follow along with your dunmesh analysis. Thank you so so so soooooo much for making chilchuck's master post bc I've been searching far and wide on how to cope from little no info in the manga ending, like EVERYTHING abt his wife and much less his daughters. It was a great half day reading for me and all the tidbits of your hc just makes me squee, giggle, and kick feet now and then. My question is the extra drawing kui-san post of halfoots portrait and one that look like chil's wife canon?? Like confirmed? most post online saying its official (even wiki) but I can't find the sauce on it

Thank you this makes me so happy to hear!! u//_//u This made me rush to the wiki in fear but no it actually explains the situation well- I did have a hand in editing her wiki about the topic of her appearance a while back so I was worried for a hot sec gdbdg

It's not confirmed or canon, and left intentionally so. I show the translated quote and link the QnA source here for easing finding. It's simply a popular fanon theory because it has some support. Notably the daughters' appearances like stated, but also the chapter 52 cover showing a kid that looks suspiciously like Chilchuck with a kid that looks suspiciously like her, and also because Kui has a tendency to fill the portrait pages with background characters, like all the tallmen portraits, so it sounds like her to sneak something like this in.

I do really like this, I've talked about it before but I do think she left it ambiguous for story and theme reasons too. Chilchuck has a thing for blonde women, so is his wife blonde or not? Left up to everyone's opinions. Seems unlikely to me, and I love the themes of his wife not being blonde but still having facial features like his succubi's soo much, what's acquired taste and what isn't? But hey anyone who wants to theorize she looks more like Marcille's self-insert as a half-foot sure can! The story gives us very little details on what actually happened on purpose, because people would get caught up in their heads about "she should have left him" and "she shouldn't have left him" and "she should forgive him and take him back" or "he doesn't deserve her forgiveness" and it's not about that! It's not the what his arc's about, it's not what it's trying to say! Do they reconcile or not? Who knows! How much do they still love each other? How much did he neglect her for her to have left like that? Some even take the possibility of her not being blonde if true as proof he's a shitty husband that looks for eyecandy elsewhere and just! So much judgement so many biases that the story is trying to avoid, to offer a fresh slate to nudge the readers towards what the focus should be.

The goal is ambiguity, the goal is not knowing- because only then can you put yourself in Chilchuck and Marcille's shoes for their arc. Only then can you put yourself in Marcille's shoes theorizing about her and trying to gauge whether she's being too charitable or not hopeful enough, only then can you put yourself in Chilchuck's shoes where he doesn't know why she left, where he doesn't know if he still has a chance to win her back. Does he? Who knows! But that's not important, the point is that after canon he's learned that the risk of shooting his shot, of fighting for his love, is worth it, if there's even a chance that it could work out then it's worth the possible price of rejection and the terrifying horror of vulnerability. Being hopeful, the value Chilchuck needed to learn, requires not knowing the outcome, so the story forces it upon us, even with meta. Chilchuck is a man who has assumed the worst out of everyone and the world for so long, who consistently spoke confidently about how if something can go wrong it will, so him learning to let go of that pessimism as a defense coping mechanism into embracing uncertainty is actually huge! And it's that same lack of closure readers must learn to make their peace with, just as he has.

[daughterof-aphrodit]

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 - Optional Bias

Summary: "Your fiancé has learned an interesting custom from your people and is more than willing to follow it. Warnings: Smut ....

The light of the stars illuminates the room where you are. The soft summer breeze passes through the large windows of the room and moves your hair. The night birds sing happily, as if they know that this is a special day for their people and country. The kingdom is celebrating, two countries united to celebrate love and politics. The country of your fiancé - now husband - is a cold and snowy place, with beautiful landscapes and cultural customs different from yours. For them, marriage was a very important rite of passage that a man had to go through before he turned 35. Because in marriage, a man matures and learns the value of life. And now your husband is ready to accept his responsibilities as heir.

In your culture, marriage was seen as something new, a rite for a life together, and not always so mature. Because love guides couples, and love is not always rational. And you had no age limit, because love comes at different ages, and at random moments in life. And some of you have been married more than once in your life, because when love ends, you are free to be happy with someone else. And marriage in your culture is celebrated in three parties: one for the groom's entrance into the wife's family, the second for the bride's entrance into the husband's family, and the last to celebrate the union of the couple.

Different cultures, similar political goals.

Your mother had met your fiancé's mother on a trip many years ago to a country in the East. They liked each other and kept in touch sometimes. In one of the letters they exchanged across the lagoon years ago, your mother-in-law mentioned how she wanted her son to get married before he was 30 and that she was looking for brides for him, but that he rejected them all. Your mother, as a good friend, said that she had an unmarried daughter of a similar age to his. And so your first meeting was scheduled.

Without much choice, you traveled to your husband's country and had dinner with him. The dinner was silent, he didn't say much during the meeting, as if he had been forced to be there too, but at no time was he rude to you.

Your dinner was in a moonlit hall, something typical of his culture. The food was hot to help your bodies warm up from the cold. The drink that accompanied the food was bitter and tasty. 

After dinner, the two of you were sent to the palace garden. There you saw one of the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen. With purple and white petals, a type of flower that only grows in cold places, and in the presence of moonlight. It was a quick walk around the place. You wondered why you had gone to see flowers and plants, but you didn't worry too much since it seemed like something cultural in his culture. 

Two months later, your wedding was announced. You were surprised by the news, since the prince didn't seem to have enjoyed your evening very much. And you, afraid of disappointing your parents and harming your country, also accepted the marriage union.

Your wedding ceremony was in your country, with your customs, and that made you very happy, because getting married on foreign soil was not what you expected for your wedding. The feeling of joy from your parents and close family friends made you happy. Without a doubt, the ceremony was beautiful, full of tropical flowers, fruits, lots of joy and emotion. 

The path to the altar was full of your favorite flowers, and a good part of the wedding food was your favorites, the day seemed like it was for you. This comforted your heart, because you were anxious about marrying a stranger. He wasn't unpleasant or ugly-looking, he was just strange. 

Your fiancé's family seemed to have enjoyed the ceremony a lot, since they were smiling the whole time. 

There was a special moment at your wedding that was an idea offered by your fiancé's family, which was your mother-in-law, dancing a song with you. Because in their culture, the woman was the strong and mature center of marriage, and now you were united by that. It was a peaceful and fun dance, you could feel your fiancé's intense gaze on you as you danced.

At this moment you were sitting in front of a large mirror, with gold and silver details and cultural designs. While your “Saysa” was getting you ready for the night that should be one of the most special of your life. Saysa is the name given in your culture to the woman who keeps you company and helps you in important moments, like this one. The night of the consummation of your marriage. 

You take a deep breath for the tenth time, while your Saysa brushes your hair, because you need to be impeccable for when your fiancé enters the room. You are wearing a short, lacy dress with hearts embroidered all over the fabric. The outfit is not intended to cover or hide almost anything on your body. The purpose of the outfit was to be beautiful and attractive. In addition, your people have the custom of mixing a mixture of fruits and aphrodisiacs to make a type of cream that is spread over a large part of your body. The aroma is sweet and intoxicating. Everything is designed to help the couple on the night of consummation. 

In your case, it's just to make things more awkward, since there will be no consummation. Your fiancé's family and yours understand that nothing will happen tonight, so your fiancé will spend some time with you in the bedroom and leave in the middle of the night. The clothes and the cream are just standard procedure, and to avoid gossip throughout the palace.

Once everything is ready, your Saysa leaves the room, wishes you “good luck” and leaves the room smiling. You are sitting on your knees on the bed, as is customary in your culture. You are so nervous that you forget to get out of the position before your husband enters the room. 

As soon as his entrance was announced by some palace employee, he was already inside your room. The light in the room was not very good, so he walks around the place looking for you. What he never thought was that he would see you in the position you were in. Sitting, waiting for him. 

The man cannot find words to describe how radiant you are, and the effect that this has on him. Soon your scent floods his entire sense of smell and you become even more attractive in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak several times but nothing comes out. You have left him speechless. 

You look at your husband nervously, because you do not know what to do now. You don't know if you should get up and take a shower to get the aphrodisiac smell off you and change your clothes, if you should cover yourself up and try to sleep like that. If you should try to talk to him. You're desperately thinking about your next move, when he speaks;

“You look beautiful…” - He looks away as soon as he speaks, as if he had told you a secret. 

“Thank you, my Saysa was excited to get me ready today”

“I...” - he starts to speak but the words die in his throat. 

You look at your husband curiously, to know what he has to say, anything is better than silence. 

“They told me about a tradition from your country today at our party…” 

His face becomes embarrassed as soon as the words leave your mouth, as if he was imagining something. And you wonder what they told him. Your people have many customs related to weddings, which one did he learn? 

“Which one did you know?” - you ask excitedly. 

As you ask excitedly your body moves, and so you show more of your body to the boy who is a few meters away from you.

The boy's mind goes into a kind of trance when he sees you like this, as if he were being hypnotized by you. It's a unique feeling. He doesn't know what they did to you, but it's killing him. All he can think about is the heat that's rising throughout his body, and how he wants to touch you now. So he gathers all the courage within himself to answer your question. 

"That for a woman to have a happy marriage, she must have at least one orgasm on the night of the wedding party..." - The words come out slowly and torturously from the man's mouth. 

The words go straight to his core. As if he recognizes the word orgasm. Your body tenses at the statement, and you rub your legs against each other and lower your head. 

So many customs about marriage and they told him this one all of a sudden?

The seconds seem like hours as you stare at each other without saying a single word. You just stare deeply into each other's eyes, as if you were trying to get into each other's minds.

You try your best to answer the boy in front of you. But your mind is so turbulent that it's as if the words won't come out of your mouth.

"W-who told you about this…?"

"Your Saysa."

So that was the reason for her visible happiness - you think to yourself.

"You d-don't need to worry about that…" - you look away from him.

"But I'm worried, because I want you to be very happy" - he says, slowly approaching your body. - "Because of that, you're going to cum countless times tonight…"

His warm and eager body slowly approaches yours. The man in front of you is thinking about all the possible ways to make you cum, his primitive instinct begs you to end the night dizzy after so many orgasms. He wants to make you the happiest woman in the world. 

You watch your fiancé's every move carefully, the moonlight that enters the room illuminates his face, and makes the situation more attractive. In seconds his body is sitting in front of you on the edge of the bed, he looks at you intensely, but says nothing. All he does is admire you. 

His intense gaze sends shivers all over your skin, which yearns for any touch that comes from him. And even without his touch, your body sends stimuli to all your sensitive parts, which results in a slight movement in your thighs, a failed attempt to seek relief. 

Your action does not go unnoticed by the attentive gaze of your fiancé, who follows the movement of your legs. But as the beautiful provocateur that he is, he doesn't miss an opportunity to tease you.

- Is your scent having an effect on you too?

He whispers the words in your ear, with that beautiful husky voice. And then he continues.

- Your body seems to be loving all this waiting, can you confirm for me if it's true?

He knows it's a lie, he knows you're at his mercy, and you're desperate for any touch.

“It’s not true…” - you whisper. 

His first touch on your skin is sweet and loving, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. 

His hand rests on your ankle and caresses it gently. And little by little his large hand moves up the length of your leg, until it reaches your thigh. On your thigh, his hand makes small movements, and all the while, his gaze is fixed on yours. Analyzing all your reactions. 

His hand enters the inner part of your thigh, and at this moment your breathing is already irregular. 

You instinctively open your leg for him, in a desperate action for more friction. In this way, his hand comes dangerously close to your core. A part of your body that is already completely needy. 

His fingers lightly brush your pussy, and in this action you have to hold on to his shoulder, because you need to support yourself on something. Your fiancé sees this act as an incentive to continue his actions.

And then his fingers slowly start working on you, and even with your panties on, the sensation leaves you incredibly satisfied. His movements are continuous and precise, and in a few seconds you become a moaning mess. Your hands grip his shoulder, and your eyes close instinctively at the sensation of stimulation. Wanting to make things worse, his other hand finds one of your nipples and squeezes it. The new sensation sends a shiver through your body, and a loud sound escapes your mouth. His fingers play with your sensitive nipple, and this contributes to your future orgasm. Meanwhile, his other hand works mercilessly on your clitoris. The combination of movements is driving you crazy, you barely remember how to breathe, all you know is moaning and whimpering. Your fiancé seems to love your current state, because a wide smile is plastered on his face. As if this were a dream come true. Ruining you.

A warm sensation spreads throughout your body, blurring your vision. You were having your first orgasm of the night. The person responsible for your ruin was aware of what was happening, and he didn't allow himself to slow down his own movements; in fact, his movements seemed faster now. The feeling of overstimulation took over your body. The pleasure seemed to have doubled, and his agile fingers on your clitoris only made things worse. You instinctively tried to close your legs with the excessive stimulation. But your fiancé prevented such action. The hand that was previously mistreating your nipple, now firmly holds one of your legs, preventing your movements. Your head is thrown back by the stimulation, and you scratch your husband's shoulder. And your screams of pleasure echo throughout the room. If someone were to pass by right now, they would be able to hear your moans and pleas for pleasure. 

"It's t-too much..." - you try to say, but the rest of the sentence dies on your lips. Right after your failed attempt to warn him, that thunderous sensation passes through your body, and gives you goosebumps all over, this time your eyes roll back with the intense sensation, and your legs tremble during your high, and so came the second orgasm of the night.

He decides to have a little mercy on you and stops moving. And now he spreads kisses all over your face. Your body is very heavy, so you lean on him and let him take care of you. Your breathing is still irregular, and your legs still tremble a little, and you can feel how sensitive your core is.

Noticing your tiredness, he lays you down on the big bed and leaves a few kisses on your neck, hot and thirsty kisses, kisses that indicated that the night was beginning.

“I think we ruined your beautiful panties, princess,” he whispers to you.

You didn't even remember you were wearing panties, because the sensation was so surreal wearing them, that now you wonder what it will be like without them. What will he do to me now? You wonder. Even though you were recovering from two intense orgasms, you are anxious to know what comes next.

His body rises from the bed, and his hands go towards his own shirt, he is taking off the piece of cloth. 

“Forgive me princess, but I am a little hot. Do you mind?”

The question had been in vain, because even without your permission he continued to take off his clothes. Putting on a private show for you. Your fiancé's body was breathtaking, his tanned skin, the small moles on his body, and the visible erection in his underwear, were taking your breath away. 

After taking off almost all the pieces of his body, leaving only the underwear he was wearing. He stops next to your bed and looks intensely at you and your current state. For a few seconds you feel embarrassed, and make a move to try to cover yourself, and get rid of your exposure. 

Immediately your fiancé disapproves of your action, and shakes his head in disapproval. He slowly approaches you, and leans in so that he can see you, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. He gives you a sharp look, showing his disgust with your action of covering yourself. 

His lips slowly approach yours, and when you expect him to kiss you, as you have been wanting all night. He leans his neck towards yours and places soft kisses there. The sensation makes you turn your neck to give him more space to play with your skin. This generates a small laugh from the man.

“Does my princess allow me to fuck her now?” His words send a shiver through your body, and his gaze is fixed on yours, capturing all your reactions. 

You nod, giving him permission to fuck you. But your answer doesn’t seem enough for him, since he casts a sharp look in your direction. 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

“Yes, please…” 

That was the push the man in front of you needed to fall apart. In seconds he lays you down properly on the bed, and moves away from you to take off his underwear. He slowly slides the piece off his body, while looking at you. He was giving you a little private show. And your fiancé really was perfect from head to toe. When he finished taking off his little outfit. You tried to avoid staring shamelessly at his cock. But it was a difficult task. His cock looked wonderful. You wanted it in your mouth.

He walked towards you and climbed on top of you on the large bed, your hands instinctively went to his back, when he started kissing your neck again. You could feel his cock against you, as you kissed, as he left marks on your neck, while his mouth played with one of your nipples. And there he was, torturing you normally, waiting for you to start begging to be fucked by him. 

You couldn't take another five minutes of teasing until you started begging for him. 

"Fuck me..." You say so quietly as if it were a confession. 

"Louder" - His voice comes out a little muffled, because his mouth is on your nipple, but you can hear the intention of his demand. 

'Fuck me, please'

That's what he wanted to hear. 

He prepares to sink into you as best he can, and when he does, the sensation sends shivers down both of your spines. You throw your head back onto the pillows behind you at his first thrust inside you. The sensation is so good that you scratch your partner's back. He lets out a small grunt in response. 

His movements gradually speed up, and to enhance his movements, one of his hands holds your waist, to make his thrusts more precise. You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't even realize your eyes are closed. When you open your eyes, the scene before you makes you even more excited.

Your fiancé has a frown on his face, and some of his hair is stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His mouth is slightly open, and his sinful moans come out of his mouth. The scene makes your pussy tighten around his cock, and this causes him to give a small cry of pleasure.

This could only be something divine, because the feeling is like being in heaven. You lose yourself in the sensation of pleasure that your husband is offering you.

Meanwhile, the guy on top of you still can't believe that this is happening, it all seemed like a dream.

Because since your first meeting, you had flooded the poor guy's mind. As if you had made his mind your home. And you had no mercy, because you made him dream about you several times, and dream about your touch, dream about your smile.

And here he is, fucking you wonderfully well. His wife.

How he loves that phrase: My wife.

Only his to take care of, love, ruin and fuck.

[rainbow-rey]

Shameless - chap. 1

Sukuna x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: You didn't expect to end up under that guy you met on your weekend getaway, but you're glad you did.

Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk, c/nnilingus

Posted on ao3 as a longfic

It’s at a hockey game that you first meet Sukuna Ryoumen. 

Minnesota Wild versus Seattle Kraken. You’re a Seattle fan through and through, and you were lucky enough to be visiting your friend in the East the very weekend your favourite team was playing there. You bought tickets as soon as you realized the dates lined up. 

Fast forward two weeks, and here you are. You’re donning your navy blue jersey, the one you got at your first Seattle game. Your friends, Shoko and Utahime, are getting seated to your left. 

On your right is an adorable pink-haired little kid, probably around six or seven. He turns to say something to the guy next to him—possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

He’s big. Like, at least twice your size, if not triple. His arms are crossed, and the flexed muscles show through his sweater—a deep green one. It matches the Minnesota hat he wears on top of his hair, the same shade of pink as the kid’s. He’s got interesting tattoos on his face. 

Despite him being the enemy, you can’t stop your eyes from dragging up and down his body. He looks like he’s never smiled a day in his life, but when the kid taps his shoulder to talk to him, his face lights up. He answers with enthusiasm, and says something to make the little boy start giggling. Hot and good with kids? They don’t make them like this anymore. 

You might be drooling, but luckily you’re saved when Shoko nudges you to wake you from your trance. “Whoa, dude. You were totally staring at that guy.”

“I was justified, though. Look at him!” You discreetly side-eye the mysterious man to your right. “Hot hockey dad? Sign me up!”

“He’s a Minnesota fan. Might as well give up now. What’re you gonna do when you drive back on Monday?” Shoko has a good point—but what’s the harm in a little hallway crush?

“He also might be married, if he’s got a kid,” says Utahime, taking a bite out of a comically large pretzel.

“I’ll check for a wedding band. D’you think I could find a way to talk to him?” You look over to see the man tickle the boy, making him erupt into contagious little-kid giggles. 

Shoko sighs. “You’re something special, man. No, I don’t know how you’re gonna seduce a married father.”

“Not seduce, and potentially not married, either. God forbid I have a little hope, Sho.”

“I think that what Shoko is saying is to set your expectations very low,” Utahime tells you, very wisely. “If you talk, you talk, and if you don’t, you don’t. It’ll be weird if you try to force anything.”

Shoko nods in agreement. “Also, if you humiliate the shit out of yourself in front of him, we don’t know you.”

“Never seen you in our lives.” Utahime nibbles at her pretzel again. 

“Thanks, guys. I love hearing how much you appreciate and value my company.” 

“Knock ‘em dead, bro.” 

The first goal is scored, and you cheer with the other Seattle fans. Hot Dad’s son stands up, too, jumping with you. 

“Wrong team, Yuji,” he says. “We like the green ones.”

“Aww..” The boy—Yuji—pouts. “Why can’t I cheer for the blue ones?” 

“Because that’s not our team. You live here, Yuji. Don’t you wanna support people from your own state?”

“Yeah, but you live in Seattle. Why don’t you like your city?”

He lives in Seattle?! And Yuji doesn’t live with him… Maybe he’s only an uncle?

“I do like my city, but I used to live here. I grew up with this team. I’m only in Seattle so I can go to school.”

He’s in university—you wonder if you’ll see him around? Probably not. Hot Uncle will most likely stay in your fantasies.

The game finishes before you know it. Nothing interesting happens—other than Seattle winning—for the rest of the weekend. Soon, it’s time for you to go back to your city and start the new school year. 

Your first week is uneventful; it’s your second year, so you don’t need to go to all the networking events you forced yourself into attending last year. It’s just straight into lessons. 

You heard about a few different parties, but you’d rather be there with at least a few people you know, and none of your friends were interested. Satoru mentioned that he wanted to host one, so you’d go to his, but that’s about it. This year, you’re mostly focused on your grades. 

Well, that’s what you thought. All your ambitions fly out the window when a familiar tattooed face sits down next to you in your Sociology lesson. 

“This might sound crazy,” he whispers. “But were you at a hockey game last weekend?”

Holy shit. He recognizes you?

“Uh, yeah. In Minnesota, right? I think we were sitting next to each other?”

“Mhm. I was with my brother, Yuji. I knew you looked familiar. Glad to know I’m not crazy.”

You chuckle. “If it wasn’t you, I’d be a little confused. Not many pink-haired powerlifters around here.”

He laughs. “Thanks—Oh, I can’t believe I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Sukuna Ryoumen.”

You tell him your name as well. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but is cut off by your professor beginning his lecture. 

“Let’s talk later,” he mouths to you. You nod and smile to yourself.

About 30 minutes after your lecture, you have this strange feeling that you’re being followed. 

“Hey,” a familiar voice calls behind you. You were right. The speaker quickens his pace to reach you. “What’s up?”

“Nice to see you again! I don’t have much going on, just heading to the library. You?”

Sukuna shrugs. “I’ve got a class in that direction at two. Otherwise I don’t have anything.”

“It’s one forty-five, you should probably get going. Oh, but do you have plans this evening?”

“Nah, I was just gonna watch TV or something. Why do you ask?”

“My friend Satoru is throwing a party tonight. It starts at ten, if you want to join us.”

“I’m down. Here, I’ll give you my number, so you can text me the address.” Sukuna pulls a random pen out of his pocket. He reaches for your hand and scribbles his number on it. 

You laugh, ignoring the way your hand tingles where he touched it. “I’ll text you. See you tonight, hopefully?”

“See you tonight,” he agrees.

—

“Sukuna! You made it!” You wave over the giant who’s just entered the room. He towers over most of the people—he’s even taller than Satoru, and definitely bigger overall. Sukuna has the most muscle you’ve seen on a human. Something about his physique makes you want to climb him like a tree, but that’s an inside thought. 

His gravelly voice brings you back to the present. “Yeah, I’m here. Do you know where I could get a drink?”

“Sure. Why don’t you come to the kitchen with me and I’ll grab you one?” You grab his (huge, veiny, rough, masculine) hand and drag him through the crowd. 

Once you’re in the kitchen, Sukuna takes a seat on a stool at the counter. “What can I get for you, sir?” 

He smiles and you almost collapse. But you persevere. “I’ll just get a beer, thanks.”

“Alright, then I guess I’ll have one too.” You pull two random longnecks from Satoru’s fridge . You try to look cool and open them using the counter, but of course, the caps go flying. You pick them up whilst trying to regain your dignity, ignoring Sukuna’s barely concealed snicker. “Something funny?” You ask, handing him his bottle. 

“Nothing at all.” He grins at you again, and your knees start wobbling. But again, you persevere. You skirt around the counter and take a seat next to Sukuna, taking a long swig of your drink. You gag a little—it’s been too long since you last had beer, and you forgot how much of an acquired taste it is. 

“So,” Sukuna starts. “Whose house is this again?”

“My friend Satoru. He’s, like, old money rich, so his parents got him this place when he started uni. Suguru lives with him, too. Satoru dated my friend Utahime—the one who lives in Minnesota—but they decided they were better friends. And also that they were both gay.” 

“Ah. So are Satoru and Suguru…”

“Yep. I mean, I don’t think they’re official yet, but Suguru’s been into Satoru since we were kids. And they’re definitely fucking. Haven’t seen him in his own bedroom for months.”

“Oh.”

The two of you chat while you finish your beers. Sukuna actually makes great conversation. He’s funny, too. Hot and funny? He’s gotta be stupid, or something. 

“Truth or dare!”

“Truth, I guess,” you sigh. Why did you agree to play this game in the first place? If you know one thing about your friends, it’s that they really hate seeing you comfortable. 

Satoru’s grin makes your stomach churn. “If you had to fuck someone in this circle right now, who would it be?”

You glance around. Nanami, Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Sukuna, and two girls whose names you don’t know. You only really have one option (not that you would have chosen anyone over him anyways). Your voice cracks slightly as you answer, “Sukuna.” Your cheeks flare as you feel his eyes on you, but you don’t have it in you to feel shame. 

Two rounds later, it’s Sukuna’s turn. 

Suguru asks the highly-anticipated question. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” His eyes are on you as he says it. You can feel them burning into your flesh. 

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the circle.”

Sukuna’s eyes are still glued to you as he stands up. He doesn’t avert his gaze, not as he offers you his hand and brings you to your feet. Especially not as he slides his hand behind your neck, burying itself into your hair. He only stops looking at you when he closes his eyes and lifts your mouth to his. 

It feels like everything you’ve ever dreamed of. His lips are shockingly soft, and they dance against yours so perfectly. Your mouth parts and his tongue slides in, caressing you so carefully yet so powerfully. It’s not long before you’re devouring each others’ faces. 

Satoru clears his throat. “I love that you guys are happy, but respectfully, please get a room.” 

The two of you pull apart quickly. You return to your respective seats and continue the game, but the vibe is a little different. Y’know, after you just sucked Sukuna’s tongue in front of five other people.

Nothing interesting happens for the rest of the game, other than Sukuna giving you sex eyes the whole time. As soon as you’re all finished, he steals you away from your conversation with Satoru. 

“Hey. Satoru, right?” Sukuna’s hand slips around your waist. “Nice party. Unfortunately, I’m here to steal this one away from you.“ He places a kiss on the top of your head. 

Satoru snorts. “She’s all yours. Oh, and all the rooms upstairs are fair game, just don’t get cream on my furniture.” 

You blush furiously as Sukuna laughs. “Thanks, man.” He guides you towards the stairs and into a hallway. 

“What was that?” you ask. “During the game, I mean.”

“Oh, you mean this?” He smirks, pulling your face up to meet his again. When your lips connect, you nearly decompose, melting into his touch. He’s gentler this time, more careful. One of his hands is behind your neck, threading through your hair, while the other pulls you in by your waist. You can feel his erection grow in between your bodies, and he’s big. You can’t help but imagine how it would feel—in your mouth, in your pussy…

You're breathless when you finally break away from the kiss, for multiple reasons. 

“Y-Yeah, I mean that,” you squeak out.

Sukuna pulls you into a random, empty bedroom and shuts the door behind you. 

His mouth meets yours yet again as he collapses with you on the bed. His lips pepper kisses along your neck , and he makes his way down your body. “Been wanting you since I met you,” he murmurs between pecks. “So fuckin’ small n’ delicate. Thinkin’ of you getting split apart on my fuckin’ cock.” 

You shiver at the thought of it. Sukuna’s fat dick pounding into you. His hands bruising your waist as he fucks up into your tiny cunt. You picture him pumping you full with his cum, overflowing your pussy with his seed. “Please,” you whine. “Fuck me, Sukuna, I need it. I’ve needed it for so long…” 

He nips at your collarbone. “Mm, gonna fuck you so good, baby. But first, I gotta get you all ready for me.” His hands run down your body, cupping your breasts through your shirt with a gentle squeeze. They trail down, all the way to your thighs. He flips your skirt up and massages the skin right next to your panties. He plants kisses on the insides of your legs, finishing with a quick peck of your clit through the fabric. Even the slightest sensation eases a moan out of you. 

“Don’t tease me,” you cry. “I want you, please!” 

“Wait, let me just grab a condom.” You deflate slightly as Sukuna pats down his pockets. 

You weren’t going to suggest this, but it looks like you might have to, considering Sukuna is still patting away.

“I’m clean. If, y’know. If you’re comfortable with that.”

His eyes light up, but then he frowns. “I haven’t gotten tested in a while. I couldn’t put you at risk.”

You hate how responsible he is. “And no condom?”

“Nope. I’m sorry. I wanted this as bad as you do.” He really does look disappointed, and so does his boner. “I’d still eat your pussy, though, if you let me.” 

“Fuck, please do. I want you so bad,” you sigh, thinking about your soaking pussy.

Sukuna groans. His rough hands grasp your thighs, pushing them apart, and he rubs a knuckle along the soaked fabric of your panties. Your cunt aches with need. Sukuna’s fingers leave your core, making you whine, but he makes up for it when he hooks his index into the waistband of your panties and tugs them down. Your pussy clenches when the cool air hits it. Sukuna presses close-mouthed kisses to the soft skin of your thighs, making his way towards where you need him the most. 

He parts your sopping folds with two fingers, and his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up your cunt. You cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck… hnngh…! M-more, more!” you whimper. 

Sukuna continues lapping at your hole, while his hands take a bruising hold on your hips. You can feel yourself nearing your limit as he begins sucking at your swollen clit. You’re nearly screaming as your fingers find sanctuary in his hair, pulling at it as hard as you can. You think it can’t get any better, when Sukuna decides to push two fingers into your center. 

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

You’re pushed off the edge as Sukuna starts thrusting with his fingers. Your pussy clenches, your body convulsing as he continues his assault on your cunt. Your vision goes white, the only thing you can feel being his tongue and his fingers. 

You recover from your orgasm, panting. Sukuna’s touch leaves your pussy, and you can feel your hole leaking. Sukuna collapses next to you, sucking your cum off his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, y’know that?” He grins as you blush. “Here, I’ll show you.” 

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you on top of him, then brings his lips up to yours, encasing them in a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, tangling itself with yours. The way his body feels pressing against yours is enough to satisfy you for a lifetime. 

[nunkijunky]

I was rereading SBR this weekend and realized that the manga, in its essence, unfolds the idea of humane egoists and altruists who put everything on the line (including people's lives). This can be left as a conclusion, haha, really, idk how to end this post.

disclaimer #1: I'm type the text through a translator, all inaccuracies in wording are accidental!

So the holy corpse motivates two countries: the USA, which claims the corpse for territorial reasons, and the Vatican, which claims it for religious and cultural reasons, since it's the capital of the Roman Catholic Church.

disclaimer #2: I'm judging based on my rather shallow knowledge of history and literature!

Despite the anachronisms, the manga covers topics relevant to the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries: the war between North and South in the 1860s and the unification of Italy in 1870. It seems that the kingdom in which Gyro lived was in direct conflict with the Vatican, as the kingdom granted the papacy a military protectorate. The Pope declared himself a "perpetual captive".

These crises are juxtaposed with the reality that American culture sought to create a unified national epic (since it had no single national identity) - the race of the explorers, Valentine's ideas of becoming the leader among the led, and all in the name of the state.

A few things can be said about Europe as a whole.

First, there is another crisis of bourgeois values in Britain. Diego is becoming gets in a row William Thackeray's heroes (let's face it, Dickens is smoking on the sidelines because it praises poverty too idealistically). When I read his backstory, I thought of the workhouses - despite the Industrial Revolution, manual labor was still in demand until 1941! Of the famous people, Charlie Chaplin went through the workhouses. He is materialistic, but more than possessions he prioritizes the opportunity to be higher. The strong beats the weak, as the Social Darwinists said.

Second, the aristocrats live large: one foot in fast-growing America, the other in good old England. This is the question of Johnny. As a protagonist, he pretty much takes everything from life. I think he's less materialistic than Dio. He only cares about owning things to escape his past. He doesn't care about the value of Nicholas' boots, which he needed in time and fit. He doesn't care whose relics he collects, he just knows that without them he remains as weak, a reminder of the shameful decline of his career. For the sake of his own ambition, he is willing to risk his friend's goal.

Third, the Old World, with its monarchical foundations, is in crisis. I think this is largely true of the idea of the search for God: the flowering of pan-aestheticism and mysticism, including religious societies (perhaps I am focusing here on the experience of the Russian Empire before the October Revolution). Religious feeling was on the rise, and it is not surprising that Hot Pants found salvation in faith. But it is rather difficult to assess the setting here: how does an American woman, withdrawn from the world in her adolescence, become devoted to the Vatican? Why is an ordinary person given such a serious task? Her idea of service in the name of salvation seems to be in stark and goes against the next point.

Fourth, we can touch on the crisis of the judicial system as a whole: Gyro protests against blind service to the king, he only wants the guilty to be sentenced fairly. To put it crudely, beheading will not make the perpetrator more humane. The sad arc of Wekapipo could fit in here as well: the man who defended his family's defiled honor is forced to become an exile and lose his status in the Guard. He's simply cut out because of his reputation.

picture to attract attention, I continue to render the sketch from the previous post (уeah, the sketch_1 turned into the sketch_2)

[verloonati]

The thing with a lot of dropout criticism is that like. Y'all had placed them on a pedestal of moral virtue. And it's comprehensible, their business model demands that they cater to their audience's parasocial relationships with their cast and products and that they manufacture it. It also made them develop a "progressive brand" whilst they remain a company. In a capitalist society. In Wich we live. The "epics anti-capitalist Brennan moments" have no worth as they became a meme that is part of an improv comedian's persona rather than an actual political agenda. Everybody can say "capitalism sucks" it is something else entirely to do something about it. And doing something about it that goes beyond the vapid "join an union and stop there, the more union you join the more militantism you're doing" American liberals love saying. They joked in one of their promotional videos about selling a "capitalism is the bad guy" shirt. But like. I've seen people asking if it was actually for sale. Once again they are a for profit company. No company is your friend, no matter how progressive their brand is.

A lot of people are disappointed when they do shit that can be criticized, wether it's some jokes that are in poor taste, the very small numbers of trans women on their content (especially paired with their enthusiasm about drag Wich makes a very icky combo) and the platforming of some Zionists and people that at the very least do not condemn zionism. And the Harry Potter d20 season Wich, my hot take is that the first season was cringy, the second was divorced enough from that vibe and universe that you know what. It's a fine enough deconstruction of that shit. Still feels hella weird when they self congratulate on saying fuck terfs with like. One trans woman ever appearing on that show. And her story was about transness. And I mean yeah that shit is disappointing but also. Because they have set up expectations by claiming to be more progressive that they can possibly be they created backlash from people that believed them. And I mean yeah. Look at what happened when they addressed the platforming of Zionists and promised to be more wary of it, they got threatened of being sued and violent threats got delivered to their staff and they had to retract that statement. What I mean is that I don't believe they are misguided or have bad intentions, the industry simply does not allow the standards they are aiming for.

And you know what, it's okay. I know for a fact all of you consume regularly media that don't claim to be progressive or claim it way less and fucks up way more and way bigger. And you still consume it and it's okay because there is no ethical consumption, you can't find something 100% ethical, that is produced in total accordance with your values and politics both onscreen and behind the scenes. It may be more frustrating because the parasocial relationships pushes this notion that they are reachable and that you almost know them but they aren't and you don't. People proposing a boycott for the Zionists platforming was bonkers, on Palestine alone there are way more urgent shit to take care of that the comedy website platforming two people (and there are way more urgent shit that trying to help by consuming "better" but that's it's own can of worms).

At the end of the day this criticism comes a lot from a feeling of being betrayed by a company y'all placed trust into. But you deserve better than to trust a company who puts its CEO into funnyman clown no matter how funny the little man clown is. And you can still enjoy their content. It's fine. It's whatever. They're not what they pretend to be but hey there's shows and platforms with terrible goals and themes that are still fun to watch or read. It's still okay to enjoy things with all their problems and shortcomings

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, finals of the minor bracket

Propaganda:

For Root and Shaw:

Canon queers. They start out as enemies (Root even threatens Shaw with a hot iron during their meet cute), they even both kidnap each other at some points, but they end up ready to sacrifice everything for the other. Shaw is a self diagnosed sociopath, who is only on the side of ""good"" because she's bored and they've got a cute dog. She has no qualms about killing or even torturing people. Root is kind of unhinged, torturing and killing people in order to find and then protect a Machine that she thinks is a god. Eventually the Machine teaches her the value of friendship and life (kinda), but she's still a psycho at heart. They work so well together, even if they're like a four alarm fire.

For Lord Hater and Commander Peepers :

Lord Hater is the self-proclaimed "universe's awesomest evil-doer", an immature, attention-seeking manchild with electric powers and a short temper. He rules the Hater Empire with Commander Peepers as his second-in-command (technically third, after his beloved pet spider-xenomorph, but who's counting), however it soon becomes *very* clear that the cunning, remorseless, hardworking Peepers is the *real* brains behind the empire. Peepers might be frustrated at Hater's incompetence at times and isn't above manipulating him to reach an end goal, but he'd never dream of usurping him because, well, he's really gay and in love with him (as much as he can be in an early-10s Disney cartoon, anyways). Hater might take Peepers for granted a lot of times, but as his oldest friend and closest confidante he's the one who Hater is closest to. Whether it's invading other planets or kicking puppies for fun, these two are *delightfully* terrible jerks and the epitome of gay wrongs. 

Commander Peepers is both Lord Hater's right hand man in villainy AND his jilted stay-at-home-wife-guy (Also in villainy. Hater is really good at getting distracted from productive and efficient villaining.) Lord Hater was the greatest villain in the galaxy thanks to how well he and Commander Peepers worked as an evil team to run the Hater Empire!

Lord Hater conquers planets and is such an edgy bastard. Peepers is the actual brains behind the operation. Peepers is often pushed aside by Hater, they are besties and yet Peepers is always pining for this guy who will never notice. Peepers is so horribly gay for him if you watch the show he wants his stupid boss so bad. Peepers is so scared of him season 1 but then starts yelling BACK in season 2 and has to deal with him like a babysitter or something and yet STILL idolizes him and that’s just such a fun dynamic. His password is H8RNP33PRS43VR (Hater and Peepers forever). They are so evil and everyone fears them and they are villains and they are gay and the side of the fandom that draws them as a married couple that needs counseling is absolutely correct. The fanart of Hater openly liking him back is wonderful but I swear you don’t even need that. They are so gay and villain you have to love them they are

Villains that conquer planets and do evil stuff, my favourite characters, not really canon but they are the best :)

[destinyc1020]

Yea they have same morals and professional ethics. One thing is different if we talking professionally it's their goal,life z looks like trying improve her skills in her craft and overall a perfectionist, constantly win some awards. And with Tom it's was just work not passion he just doing it just to be busy and have money, like u never your be best at work if it's not your passion,sad he talented enough and whole thing "I will retire have kids" bla BLA kinda annoying when man saying this. Like remove z from conversation - plan is gone. Bero i think maybe passionate project but more and more I see it like soft pillow if his career flop after marvel,like he would have income of grow brand. I'm sad kinda that he not hungry and having passion for acting,fame.

Yea they have same morals and professional ethics.

Yea, exactly. I think these things all help their relationship a lot. 😊

One thing is different if we talking professionally it's their goal,life z looks like trying improve her skills in her craft and overall a perfectionist, constantly win some awards. And with Tom it's was just work not passion he just doing it just to be busy and have money, like u never your be best at work if it's not your passion,sad he talented enough and whole thing "I will retire have kids" bla BLA kinda annoying when man saying this. Like remove z from conversation - plan is gone.

I actually don't think Tom and Z's goals are that different. They both seem to love what they do, but also really value their relationship with each other, and obviously have the goal of getting married and having kids some day. Plus, they're doing things right. Instinctively, I think most women in the industry know that when you're YOUNG, it's best to strike the iron while the iron is HOT. Women in Hollywood seem to get discarded after they've hit past 35 and are no longer in their "hot" status in looks (maybe woc have a little longer age limit because we usually still look young for a longer period of time), whereas men (especially WHITE men) in the industry can still be acting and have a blazing career even in their 60's and up! Look at what Demi Moore said at the Golden Globe awards just last Sunday! She said that she was told in her younger years that all she would be is a blockbuster type of actress, but never really regarded for her acting work. Here she is, in her 60's and she's FINALLY getting recognition for her hard work! And she's been in some awesome movies over her career.

So, if Z can already be someone whos' won 2 Emmys, and a Golden Globe, and she's not even in her 30's yet?? I mean, that's AMAZING if you ask me. 😃 When she starts having kids and settling down, she probably won't be working as much. She's striking while the iron is hot NOW. Whereas Tom, he is a guy, so he will always have the upper hand in the industry. Men don't tend to "expire" in the industry like women do. They can have comebacks after being gone for YEARS, and they're celebrated.

I also don't think it's "annoying" when a man says he wants to have kids, retire, etc. I find it endearing! I'm happy for them. They've found their one true love, and they're loving it and want to eventually do a domestic type of life. I think that's sweet! On the same hand, there's nothing wrong with actors and actresses who are very focused on their careers. I'm all for people doing whatever brings them JOY. And some actors just take a role simply for a paycheck (lbr), and there's nothing wrong with that either!

Bero i think maybe passionate project but more and more I see it like soft pillow if his career flop after marvel,like he would have income of grow brand. I'm sad kinda that he not hungry and having passion for acting,fame.

I'm sorry, but I disagree w/this. I think this Bero brand is a SMART investment for Tom. He can make money on the side, and doesn't even have to work doing it. It's like easy passive income for him! 😃 This is a perfect set-up for when they start having kids. Owning your own business is a GREAT investment!

[theromanticscrooge]

Thoughts on "Super Black Friday"

O.K. K.O. has two Halloween specials, a Valentine's special, and the Thanksgiving/Black Friday special. Both Halloween specials focus on Enid's respective relationship with her family and friends, her cultural identity, and the potential conflict of interest between her ninja training and spooky heritage. The Valentine's special explores Rad and Enid's failed relationship and that there's just as much, if not greater, value in their developing friendship. In both cases, the holiday is more a backdrop to a character-focused story. "Super Black Friday" breaks form and adopts the framework of a more paint-by-numbers holiday special.

Rad, Enid, and K.O. miss Shucksgiving because they have to work the holiday. Then Mr. Gar decides to close up the shop because he's convinced by the team's commiserating about wanting to be home for the holidays. As soon as they close up and walk out, they find a line that wraps around the entire Plaza. Its cartoon imagery on par with the tents, sleeping bags, and otherwise people bring to camp out in that vie to be the first one at the midnight book drop or newest console release. In this case, the long lines are in the hopes to grab Blorby, the hot and must-have toy. Its a blue slime in a box that slightly jiggles. Blorby isn't inspired by anything specific. There's always a revolving door of ridiculous, gimmicky toys that get heavily marketed and its random chance which one is the shelf-clearer this year vs last year and etc.

As Rad, Enid, and K.O. try to figure out what to do about the line, they're approached by Principal Claus; this cartoon's take on Santa Claus. He has the hallmarks of pop culture Santa Claus but he swapped out his Coca Cola red suit for a business casual polo and old man suspenders. Principal Claus is determined to teach these three about the magic of the Black Friday line via the Charles Dickens Christmas Carol brand of pixie dust and swapping out the classic ghosts of past, present or future with various pedestrians waiting in line. Look, the line fosters potentially long-lasting friendships through kicky bag games. People stay warm with cups of coffee brewed from a questionable source. There's pricey, gimmicky burritos in lieu of a lavishly home-cooked meal!

All of these are presented by Claus with the same appeal that some holiday well-wisher presents to a Scrooge figure in any other cartoon or holiday story. Rather than it being a genuine sell, there's constant eyebrow raises on the part of the characters themselves or visual gags. While Beardo makes a delicious burrito, K.O. didn't anticipate the cost. He assumed it was free based on Claus using Beardo's burrito as part of his argument in favor of Black Friday holiday spirit. The free coffee wasn't a generous extra from the coffee shop. It was brewed in Joe Cuppa's mug head. Considering what other uses Joe has for said coffee, its a potential health risk instead of a sweet gesture and convenient pick-me-up. Its strictly fuel to stay awake and maintain a spot in line.

K.O., Rad, and Enid try to fly away from the Plaza, but Principal Claus hard lines that his magic can't be used to escape. When the ghosts keep Scrooge locked in to their demonstrations, the goal is to show him real consequences and make him reconsider his cruel, miserly behavior. Claus' demonstrations are more like the mandatory PowerPoint a tone deaf CEO presents on company loyalty to a demoralized team after a round of layoffs. Whatever holiday spirit K.O., Rad, and Enid express is a hollow echo of Claus as a teacher and authority figure rather than genuine interest.

When Darrell and Shannon show up, any other cartoon would have them joining in the festivities or making a truce for the sake of the holiday. It'd be either a truce or they serve as the boilerplate "true enemy" of the holiday. The reformed Scrooge protagonist would help Santa or whomever else fend off their villain. K.O. and friends gear up to fight the Boxbots, but Principal Claus steps in, takes over the fight, and swiftly kicks the Bots out. He even comments that the Bots would be welcome to join the Black Friday community if they weren't deliberately trying to cause trouble. There's so much delicious irony in Principal Claus bringing such earnest holiday spirit to something like Black Friday. He will defend the sanctity of this tradition with clenched fists and teeth.

Santa is usually depicted as a sweet, humble figure. He and his workshop work towards tediously handcrafting toys in hopes of bringing joy to kids around the world. He's illustrated as noble, charming, wholesome. He's also the poster boy for a holiday that's been co-opted as the peak of consumerism and commercialism. Pop culture Christmas is all about keeping up with the Joneses; the materialistic need for bigger and shinier and more.

Black Friday is especially notorious as the image for the darker side and consequences of rampant consumerism. People get into frenzies and fist fights over the illusion of a 'good deal' on a deeply discounted flat screen TV. There's no glitter and fuzzy lights like Christmas dresses up with. Christmas at least tries to offset the capitalism with some kind of message about family bonding and giving back. With Black Friday, its all about steep discounts and one day only sales; playing on someone's FOMO. Its the one day that companies can be more aggressively and unashamedly boldfaced about sales than any other time. Posing Principal Claus as the staunch defender of Black Friday is social commentary on par with what cartoons like Venture Bros pulls on a wide variety of topics. Its bold. Its blatant. There's no punches pulled. And I honestly wouldn't expect a cartoon like O.K. K.O. to have this gut punch of a take on Santa, but it fits. Its a hint at how subversive the writing can get when the team wants to; its something that can snap between honestly wholesome and surprisingly insightful.

"Super Black Friday" triples down with customers storming the Bodega, fighting, trampling people, and ultimately leaving a mess. They're more polite than the real life equivalent, but the message about the true, chaotic nature behind Black Friday is loud and clear. The episode ultimately ends on a sweet note. Mr. Gar decides to close on holidays and switch to a new tradition of sharing pie with Carol and his employees instead. The takeaway is that traditions aren't set in stone; they're made up and can be changed, modified, and updated. The core should be a sweet gesture or practice that brings people together and encourages bonding.

While Principal Claus attempts to soapbox about this point, it rings hollow. That's a huge part of why this commentary works so well. Every 'tradition' in the parking lot line immediately falls apart as soon as the Bodega doors open. The 'holiday spirit' that other Christmas specials allude to is empty if the holiday sentiments apply strictly to just that holiday and fall apart immediately after. The pie scene is a celebration; its a true come together comradery moment because it reflects the real time and bond these characters have in daily life. The point is comparing artificial and forced sentiment to something earned and genuine. There's no way to fit Black Friday into the heartfelt mold of other winter holidays. It doesn't fit and it's absurd to even fake this event fitting.

[blurredfloweryblood]

I fucking hate the Burnt movie. I hate the motherfucking bastard that is Adam. He gets everything he wants, abuses and uses everyone, makes literal tantrums, doesn't face the actual consequences of his actions.

THEY MADE THE SINGLE MOM, WHO BY THE WAY, HE GRABBED BY HER SHIRT AND SCREAMED IN HER FACE, HUMILIATED HER CONSTANTLY, GOT HER FIRED FROM HER JOB, STAY WITH HIS USELESS, DIRTBAG, UGLY ASS.

Utterly the power trip of a white man. "Oh, I want three Michelin stars and just because of that I'm better than everyone and I should be able to abuse and yell at my staff, break plates and waste food!", "Oh my god, I suffer soooo much you guys, I'm just so talented and hot and everyone wants me or envies me"

THEY MADE A LESBIAN SLEEP WITH HIM. A MOTHERFUCKING, GROWN ASS LESBIAN SLEEP WITH HIM AS AN "EXCEPTION" OF HER GAYNESS. Whoever made this fucking movie needs to get slapped in the face.

Adam is an egotistical, selfish, ugly douchebag who values himself more than others. His excuse for treating others in the most appalling way possible is because he "wants to achieve perfection". Their lives don't matter, THEY are utensils for him to use. He is the man, the person, THE CHEF, the rest? They are just forks and knives, and machines that cut, season and fail.

HE IS FUCKING ANNOYING THE WHOLE MOVIE. THE WORST PART IS THAT HE GETS WHAT HE WANTS. EVERYTHING HE WANTS. THE SINGLE MOM; THE MICHELIN STAR! EVERYTHING WITHOUT HAVING TO FACE AN ACTUAL CONSEQUENCE!!!

The movie tries (and I put tries very fucking mildly because the message is that he's perfect and because he is a male chef he is under so much stress and that the end goal is that he should achieve perfection, otherwise him and artists in general are failures), to convince us that he IS going to face consequences. That he is going to learn that in the kitchen is not just him. NOOOO

NO OF COURSE NOT, WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT??? INSTEAD, HE GIVES A HALF-ASSED APOLOGY, AND THE ENTIRE MESSAGE OF HIM BEING AN ASSHOLE GETS WASHED OUT TO REVEAL THAT ITS JUST; WHITE MALE PRIVILEGE.

Because omg, he should get what he wants, he just wants people to experience his cuisine you guuyyyys :((( you don't get it, he suffers so much :((

As if he is not deluding himself in a cycle of self destruction that consists in making other people suffer because even in his own misery, he doesn't have the fucking balls to face it, no, he has to have an scapegoat, because he's not wrong. And I fucking hate this fucking movie. It's garbage. Literal, fucking, garbage.

I'm not calling this a ragebait because the movie is absolutely serious in the premise. I hate everyone who thought this was a good movie. This is fucking stupid. Idiotic, wasteful, and an attempt to justify the consumption of one to create art by the hand of the prize, and that the people he makes miserable are just the stepping stones. And they have to deal with it since he is superior. The man, the chef. And the motherfucking failure.

Erin from The Menu would've destroyed this man in less than fifteen seconds. He is not the chef, he is a pathetic sack of skin that walks, believing itself worth of every type of praise. You deserve nothing Adam. You should be like the food you throw away. Bland, boring and a waste of a good ingredient. And also to get punched in the face until you bleed. I hate this movie so much, I don't get why my parents like seeing this is fucking torture.

Also the fact that this was produced by Gordon Ramsey is the cherry on top of this pile of shit. The man who touched Sofia Vergara without her consent in public television, got famous for yelling at staff. It makes sense, really. White guy projects himself in a movie and gets everything he wants because he feels entitled to that.

I'm going to sleep now. I'm reading dead boys detectives fanfics until I pass out of exhaustion, what the fuck.