#i get not wanting history to repeat itself but what i don't get is denying that some things are just going to exist anyways

[the-sunshine-dragon]

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[windy-babe]

So i made my own bingo for Thanks to Them :D

Explanation:

Kiss: yeah, another COTH Lumity kiss, Camila kissing in the head one of the kids after a emotional talk, MY HUNTLOW FOREHEAD KISS, i don't care i just NEED AFECTTION

Gus talks about Matt: listen, i know that it's not gonna happen BUT LET ME DREAM

Belos finds out about Hunter's crush on Willow: I NEED THIS, I NEED BELOS BEING MAD AT HUNTER JUST FOR HAVING FEELINGS, I NEED HIM TO BE SO FRUSTRATED BECAUSE THE HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF, I NEED HUNTER BEING ASHAMED OF IT EVEN IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO, what if Hunter denys it just so he can protect himself and Willow but she listen to it and think that he really doesn't feel anything for her I NEED HUNTER PROTECTING WILLOW, I NEED HUNTER FUCKING EMBRACING HIS OWN FEELINGS AND USING THEM AS A REASON TO CONFRONT BELOS, I NEED ANGST, I NEED MY "Caleb it's not the only one who fell for a witch" MOMENT

Boiling Islands: The first special probably it's gonna be just about the kids, but probably, maybe at the end, we are gonna see how the BI are

Camila and Vee being a par de chismosas: LISTEN TO ME IF CAMILA AND VEE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE TEENAGE DRAMA THIS KIDS HAVE IM GONNA EXPLODE "so did Gus told you who is that Matt that got him with the head up in the clouds?" "no, but i saw Amity making a gift for Luz" "OMG and it's pretty?"

Willow being the mother of the gang: i know Camila its there but... Pls

"Byeeeee!": you know what im talking about AND DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BECAUSE YOU WANT IT TOO

Luz's meltdown: when i thought about it i pictured Luz being mad for a lot of things (the BI, Belos, Amity wanting to know Phillip's thing, her classmates) and then she goes to her room, watch the palisman egg and get even mader because it isn't broken yet, and then it happens, she can't with it anymore.

Big fight scene: we obviously are gonna get it BUT I really want Hunter, Willow and Amity being the protagonist of it.

Lumity argument: Luz its keeping secrets again, and thats not good.

Amity talks about Odalia: i want her having a heart to heart talk with Camila about Odalia, but only the mention of Odalia its fine for me.

Gus knows everything: like, he probably KNOWS EVERYTHING, but he doesn't seem to show signs of it in the sneek peak, so maybe he its keeping it all for himself

Another Hunter's meltdown: listen to me, Hunter's meltdown in EL it's one of my favorite scenes in the show, I want another one but hey! This meltdown can have a happy ending now :D

Problems involving Luz's classmates: they keep bulling Luz, they start bulling the kids (knowing they are friends of Luz or don't), someone flirt with Amity, idk and idc I want school drama and I want Luz defending herself and her friends

Willow get a chance of wreck belos: she doesn't have to do it, i just want a scene of her going for him just like she did with Kikimora in COTH, even if she fails

Huntlow argument: Willow and Hunter didn't had a talk in screen since ASIAS, so i thought "hey, it wouldn't be funny if the first talk... After a long time... Its an argument?" Hunter it's also keeping secrets from her and maybe with Amity's influence she could get insecure about it, so she is gonna try to talk and he is gonna freak out and you know the rest

Thats all, byeeee!

[izzythehutt]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I really love In the Black and Black Mask! I adore your take on the Black family because to me it makes so much more sense than the usual Walburga and Orion casually Crucio-ing Sirius at every mistake take. I really enjoy seeing how history tends to repeat itself in terms of familial relationships, because it's something I see often on families. Also most of their relationships with one another are complicated, and never clear cut.

I loved the most recent chapter, it was honestly hilarious. Ted is absolutely the hero of this chapter, he's the only sane man there and I love how he takes the Blacks being well... The Blacks, in stride. Also Dora just latching onto Cygnus was wonderful and him getting offended when Dora said "but I thought you didn't like us?" was so funny. Seeing Walburga break down was so painful, I think in part because she always appears as strong. Sirius calling her Mama and then hugging her was so wholesome. Also, his 'Reason You Suck' speech to Arcturus had me gasping with both awe and horror in real life because all of these characters are so alive they feel like actual people. Your dialogues are absolutely brilliant, and so much of their personalities shine through from how they speak and react to things.

Also I absolutely love Colette, she's definitely someone who keeps Sirius grounded. Her touching his wrist and telling him to speak to James was so intimate, it felt much more intimate than a spicy smut things or things like that. It reminds me of Pride and Prejudice where there's not actually much PDA going on, but it's infinitely more romantic to me because you can feel the affection between these two people. Also, Colette just shamelessly kissing Sirius in front of everyone (including her own parents!) and calling him darling got me grinning.

I'm excited to see how her parents will react (her mother in particular), because Fabienne (I'm sorry I can't remember her mother's name) strikes me as not having much hope for Colette as long as she marries a respectable pure-blood wizard because she set her sights on Rabastan who is a second son, thus unlikely to inherit, instead of someone like Evan Rosier who is already the head of the family. But then Colette went and snagged the heir to one of the most powerful families in Britain.

I'm sorry for the long comments. Kudos <3

This is a very sweet comment! Thank you!

To be compared with Austen is so flattering, because tbh she is a major inspiration to me in general as a writer and storyteller and in particular for this story. I was re-reading a section of the story and realized that I had flat out stolen phrases from Austen/Austen adaptations (1995 P&P in particular.) Sorry, Jane!

Sirius's rant to Arcturus was peak Reasons You Suck speech, good use of the trope.

I'm glad you enjoy my interpretation, I find it far more interesting (and frankly, fun) than the popular fanon portrayals of over the top abuse and crucio-ing etc.

It's become a bit of a sticking point for me, because I've been accused directly/publicly of putting the blame for the dysfunctional family relationships on Sirius/white-washing abuse more than once. Which I resent, a bit—I don't think I've ever presented the Black parents as healthy or good (though they are entertaining in their problematic manipulativeness at times and I can't deny that I do occasionally play that for laughs.) What I've tried to show (with mixed success, clearly) is that Sirius's coping mechanisms are the product of their bad parenting and don't actually make him a happy/healthy person because he still loves his family, in spite of them being objectively awful. Which I think is probably relatable to many humans on the planet? There's a desire for a relationship with our parents.

As it's a version of characters who never appeared in canon, I would call my softening of them "alternative character interpretation", though I will maintain until the end of time that there's nothing in BSDU characterization directly contradicted by canon.

[darkclouds-rainsounds]

The above is a screenshot of one of tropes from Shadoo's section in the SPM TV Tropes page that caught my interest.

“Never mentioned to be killed...” Hm. If I go by my headcanon of how Dimentio fits into the story of the Pixl Uprising (i.e he's both the Magician's son and the surviving apprentice who defeated the Pixl Queen), then that would give another parallel of how Dimentio was once a hero who had a Pixl that could see the truth who stopped an antagonist who had the Dark Prognosticus who several thousand years later switched sides. And by another parallel, I mean it works perfectly alongside this.

The reason Shadoo exists (if they are the Pixl Queen) is because he couldn't go through with killing his sister; he cared for her too much and now here she is stuck at the bottom of the Flopside Pit of 100 Trials and wanting to exact revenge on the Ancients for sealing her away. Based on how Shadoo has a robotic text box and says that they were created by the Ancients, it can be presumed she forgot she was ever human. She forgot who she was.

Fast forward to the events of SPM and Dimentio's intended kill-shot for Count Bleck gets intercepted by Nastasia and knocks her unconscious in addition to injuring her. Either he had the power of that shot just enough to kill Bleck and no further and that's why Nastasia survived, because why waste precious energy? All he has to do is finish Count Bleck off who is already at death’s door thanks to the heroes.

Or Nastasia was just very fortunate to survive a full-powered blast. My money's on something like the former because Dimentio has well more than enough power to absolutely guarantee no one would survive an attack like that. (the average person who isn't a hero or built for combat— which Nastasia very much isn't— anyway.)

Then there's him saving O'Chunks and Mimi from what would have been certain death by teleporting them to Dimension D. We know they didn't end up in the same place as Peach and Bowser because neither they nor O'Chunks and Mimi make any mention of such. Pair that with the fact that the Void can't be seen from Dimension D and thus heavily implying that anyone inside it would survive the Void that would destroy everything else, and you're left with the only explanation of Dimentio having saved them. I do believe that Dimentio screwed up by not only "catching feelings" and he genuinely did care for the other minions deep down as much as he tries to deny that; and I have mentioned in a prior post about him putting all of the people who could have possibly done something about the Super Dimentio fusion in the same place.

If he hadn't cared as much as he did for them and just left them to their fates, he would have won. I feel that the reason why the floor came out under Bowser and O'Chunks is because of Dimentio— because why make a trap like that that is intended to kill any who don't make it out in time and then have it to where after a certain amount of time, it would give any of the heroes still inside who may somehow still be alive an escape and make a comeback? It makes no sense. And it's because of that, that Peach was able to survive by landing on top of Bowser.

Had he only teleported Bowser out and left O'Chunks, and teleported Peach while leaving Mimi, the minions wouldn't have been able to band together with Count Bleck and Tippi to recharge the Pure Hearts and destroy his invincibility. It was his inability to go through with killing them or just letting them die because he actually cared about them— cared too much— that caused his own undoing.

History literally repeats itself if one subscribes to believing Dimentio is both the Magician's son and the last surviving apprentice.

First Shadoo who may or may not be the Pixl Queen, was spared by her brother who couldn't bear to go through with killing her therefore causing future consequences for if she ever gets free. Then the minions— including Nastasia and Count Bleck who for the latter, Dimentio in his ever present wisdom decided to spare killing for later— with their love for each other that was allowed to continue existing all because he spared them for the time being, recharged the Pure Hearts and caused immediate consequences for himself and was the catalyst for his defeat.

In the first instance, he was on the “heroic” side. For the last he was on the “villainous” side.

[moved-to-aromanticsuzuya]

yeah it’s definitely not that these people didn’t experience what they say they did! it’s that the word they’re using is a dogwhistle for antisemetic conspiracy theories and satanic panic. you’re exactly right about the ISSTD. they’re a fraudulent organization created to push those conspiracies and unfortunately people have latched onto their wording and gotten very attached to using it, despite what it means and where it came from. there’s no ‘repurposing’ this sort of thing and there’s no reason to. nobody who wants people to stop saying ‘ramcoa’ is denying the trauma of people who experienced those things, just desperately trying to prevent those conspiracies from infecting the DID community which is desperate to defend itself and its own legitimacy. it’s a very confusing thing, but the only sources - actual sources, real documentation of the history of the term and what it means, not some random internet user who’s attached to the term (or who has been told that refusing to use it means not believing survivors, rather than not participating in SRA conspiracies) - are ISSTD fraudsters, many of whom have been accused of heinous misconduct by patients, or people who are getting all their information from those conspiracy pushers.

okay hi anon so! my brain is fried from all this new information so I'm sorry if my response is a bit messy or if I'm basically repeating what you said.

so from what I'm getting it's the term that's the problem in this whole thing? and it got very popular in DID spaces which led to people not knowing the actual history behind it? and everytime somebody tries to bring it up they get like. super defensive because they think it's a personal attack and someone dismissing their trauma and not believing them? so they just? get even more defensive about it instead of acknowledging its origins? is... that it?

I went to dig into where it came from. again. all I found (other than Wikipedia) was the ISSTD website. which again. proves your point I think. then again I understand how it's easy to NOT know the origins, especially with how much its used, so I can see why so many people just... don't or didn't know (myself included) .

overall what I got from this whole thing other than the fact it's very confusing and everyone's desperate to defend themselves and be heard is that people should probably... find.. a different word to use. right? I mean, there's gotta be a different word that isn't rooted in weird antisemitic conspiracies? right? I don't know. this whole thing is so so confusing. please just know I meant no harm. nor do I support antisemitic conspiracy theories. thank you for talking about this though, I learned a bunch of new stuff that I think is good to know for future reference.

[fayesdiary]

Intelligent Systems really hates the idea of villainous women with their own agency? Remember Aversa, Eremiya, Arete and Zephia? I also hate how with Aversa, she's not only denied the right to be in power & in charge of her agency, she's sexualized and turn into a fetishezed prize for male Robin/the assumedly heterosexual male player. Like she calls male Robin, big brother and talks fondly about Validar in supports, when in just her prior recruitment, it was established she had no history with Validar other than him enslaving her, most of her memories with him are fake, and that she hates Validar's name being mentioned. Or how in Female Robin's supports, the best writers can think of for her interactions with Female Robin is the two "sexily" arguing over Chrom.

To be honest I kinda forgot about Aversa to begin with but yeah, she's a textbook example of what I'm talking about. Not that I cared much about her regardless of Spotpass being involved but still, she deserves better than these overused tropes (and they absolutely are overused, because even beyond the examples you cited (even if I don't agree with Zephia being one of them), Heroes has a lot of main female villains but from what little info I get [because I absolutely do not care about Heroes' story at this point] they're almost all like this)

But like yeah, all the issues in the writing itself aside the repeated use of these tropes shows Intsys often can't be bothered to actually do something interesting with their female villains which sucks for... several reasons.

(If you're wondering why I don't consider Zephia to be in the same spot as the others is because while she does share some similarities like the skimpy clothing and main motivation wanting to be a mother, the main differences are that she is absolutely a nasty piece of work on her own accord, never shows any romantic interest in Alear or... anyone, not even Sombron, her desire to have a child with him and only him is purely because she wants her personal servant to be as powerful as possible since she becomes interested in the idea of a child only after Sombron expresses his view of his children as tools, she only follows Sombron for her personal gain and her "redemption" is her betraying him out of spite for not giving her what she wanted, and her only regret is not realizing the family she unknowingly formed with the Hounds sooner.

She absolutely does not regret the atrocities she committed of her own accord and while her character does have some tragic elements to it, she is responsible for most of her own misery.

Honestly to me Zephia is a perfect example of how you can easily make even these kinds of villains actually interesting if you just try.)

[astrronomemes]

TROLLS WORLD TOUR: STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2020 Dreamworks Animation film, Trolls: World Tour. change & alter as needed.

"We'll get back to the party in a minute. Let me just take care of this real quick."

"That's not music. Do you want to hear some real music?"

"You're harshing the vibe we worked very hard to build to!"

"Hey, uh, [name], there's something I've been meaning to ask you—I mean, I guess it's something I want to... tell you? But! Listen! You can feel free to respond to it! With an answer! If—If you wanted."

"That could have been better. Let's try that again."

"It's just junk mail. You don't need to worry about it."

"I was hoping to protect you from this, [name]."

"I'm not a little kid anymore, [name]."

"You're assuming the worst about someone you haven't even met!"

"There's no time to debate this. Let's go."

"[Name] is gonna love your new look!"

"This is a terrible idea that will most likely blow up in your face. ...And I guess I'm coming with you."

"Who knew world domination could be so much fun?"

"All right, in a short four hundred and fifty-six pages, I'm gonna know how to fly this thing."

"I'm not saying we have to use them. I'm saying it's better to be prepared in case we need them."

"I promise that I will protect you. No matter what."

"Friendship takes time, and years of mutual care and respect! You don't just become best friends!"

"Oh, hey, I'm tired now. Hating things takes a lot of energy."

"There is no 'I quit' in 'team'!"

"Okay, [name], you can say I told you so. I know you want to."

"Am I not cute anymore?!"

"Oh, [name], you're alive! For a minute there, I thought you'd kicked the bucket!"

"Why are you helping us? What's in it for you?"

"You don't trust anybody, [name]."

"I thought we were friends, [name]! I'm starting to think you don't even know what that means!"

"How are you supposed to save the world if you can't even keep us safe?!"

"Was that a dad joke? It was lame."

"History is just going to keep repeating itself until we make everyone realize that we're all the same."

"Denying our differences is denying the truth of who we are."

"We had a fight. He's gone."

"I thought I heard a yodel."

"I will never stop fighting until I make things right!"

"All right, you're feisty. I respect that. Strong woman to strong woman, am I right?"

"I shouldn't have left her. She wouldn't have left me."

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I get it."

"You know, other than your terrible taste in music — and clothing, and general lifestyle — you and me are the same, [name]."

"Who's ready to get rippin' tattoos everywhere but our faces in case we still need office jobs!"

"It's all right, [name]. Just let everyone be what they want to be. Including you."

"You were brave enough to believe things can change. Braver than me."

"You have to be able to listen to other voices, even when they don't agree with you."

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hii Cas it's ADP anon again

P and I didn't exactly get to my feelings on the whole thing. I replied to her message and after her misinterpretation, we never discussed it again. But a few days ago I brought it up while D, P and I were on call and I offhandedly mentioned how A had said that P thought that I favoured D and P denied everything. So, yeah, that's confusing, but it's not exactly the first time P and I've ended up in situations like this (one of us having some issue) and we've always just moved past it.

However, there's another problem in the picture. I like a girl in our batch, who's in our class (mine and P's) and she's kind of popular and also friends with, let's just say, an unsavory crowd of people. Her friends are known homophobes, and while I'd be the first to say that one's friends don't define them, D who was friends with her last year says that she's in fact homophobic. The actual problem here is the decision to tell P. P has a notoriously bad track record with me about the whole keeping my crushes secret thing. She told one of her friends, M, who I told her specifically not to tell, about my last three (basically all) crushes. On the other hand, P's kinda popular and would have more information about the girl I like than most people who know. I've asked A and D for advice, but they keep telling me that it's ultimately my decision, and while I acknowledge that, I'm very indecisive about this. They understand my hesitation because of her previous record, but they've taken a very neutral stance on this. P realised that I like someone, but she doesn't know who yet. I asked her if she was mad that I hadn't told her, and she said yes, and I feel bad because she's one of my best friends, but I don't want history to repeat itself. In addition to her past record, we have a friend B in our class who I have a slight frenemy type of relationship with. Neither P or B have any sense of volume control, and to my misfortune, most of our class is "friends" or friends with the people she's always with. P also told B about my last crush, and they're kind of close so that's another problem.

I'm kind of conflicted on this, and while I know that it's ultimately my decision, I just wanted some advice about how I should proceed. A and D are staying neutral in this situation, so they aren't of much help, unfortunately.

Honestly, if P has already shared your feelings multiple times in the past, I wouldn't say anything. One time, I could write off, but three? Nah. Unless you're ready for everyone to know about your crush, I wouldn't tell P. Also if P is saying she's not upset at you, even if you think she is- you asked, and she denied it. You can't force her to talk about it. You did what you can, you know?

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Why did you serve Junko?

Tsurugi, don't listen to him; remember what this fucker was going to do - he ate your best friend, was going to likely eat you and was why Junko got away with so much shit!

Hu-Huh...?

Look Tsurugi listen, I know that Hope's Peak did a lot of crap and protected these people but that's why I join Future Foundation; so the same mistake doesn't happen again and there's no deaths!

What Juu Kinjo is doing is just adding fire to this senseless fighting which isn't the way; I know the only way to put an end to this is to stop the war and violence!

But how?! How can we possibly stop all this! Don't you work for Future Foundation, the very foundation that wants to rebuild it?

That might be true but I do want to work on finding another solution to it; find another way, something where history doesn't repeat itself.

Hope's Peak might be this symbol of hope and we all rely on it but such a place shouldn't exist, we can find other forms of hope.

So Tsurugi, if we can work together, we can solve this!

...I...

Ugh, enough of your speeches of hope you naive fool! *Juu pulls out his gun and points to Tsurugi*

Look out! *Hideyoshi rushes over and covers Tsurugi which then-...*

*BANG!*

... *As then Hideyoshi who got shot in the chest suddenly fallen to the floor*

Hi-Hideyoshi...! *kneels own and starts to shake him*

Heh, what a fool... he really thinks there could be a more peaceful solution to all this? Fools like him are why they die early...!

...N-No...Hideyoshi, wh-why...?!

Don't you see, son? The only way to get rid of evil, is to become evil - if you wish for real justice to be perform; you'll have to do things that you might despise and I'm sure what you saw was proof of that...

So come son, if you join me then maybe we can rule side by side and make sure all evil is wipe - what do you say, will you join me and-!

*BANG!*

...Wh-What?! How co...could you...!

... *In an instant, Tsurugi pulled his gun out and shot his father*

I see... so that's how it is, then... you decide to deny what I've say, hm? Very well...

*pulls his gun and points at Tsurugi* You'll understand why being a blind fool is mostly foolish.

*BANG!*

'After that everything went dark and I don't remember much except I woke up in the hospital, I was told that both Hideyoshi and my father were dead, many of us thought that my father was a deranged man that was going on constant rambles, I...I know that for sure, but then... their killing game, the one that was inspired by ours came along...'

'Class 78's killing game, where 15 students were force to kill each other and then... I saw her...'

'Genocider Syo, the serial killer that killed 25 young men - Hope's Peak had hidden her identity from the public but now the whole world knew of her and many of those that were the victim's families wanted her to get justice, I understood what my father was talking about...'

[kahluah]

The reason people like storyboards better is because current Chelsea is an awful twist villain, literally only motivation is " I'm a flipping Mermaid" and a one-dimensional character , the twist villain is obvious, the trident is a Chekov's gun nobody's denying that, the I'm Nerissa is a Hans-level asspull, it has nothing to do with shipping, the twist trades their friends dynamic for nothing in exchange. People don't dislike the twist because of shipping, people dislike awful twist villains.

The reason for the switch was Shock Value and a way to have Agatha without blood on her hands, as per the Instagram posts.

You can tell it's a last minute switch by the murals, where the mermaids are depicted as adults. Good luck portraying the mermaid-kraken war in the future when they're all teenagers.

I think everyone was going into the movie knowing that the mermaid was going to be the villain, especially because of the marketing it had. The movie outright told us mermaids are selfish and bad. The fact that the mermaid is selfish and bad in the end like we were told isn't shocking... We were told... and you also just said it was obvious... Hans was a shock value twist villain because there was no foreshadowing leading to it. Chelsea/Nerissa was simple and predictable but I wouldn't say shocking.

Having Chelsea also be a teenager and pretending to be Ruby's friend as she manipulates her into getting the Trident doesn't add anything substantial to the narrative. You still have her manipulating Ruby for her own gain, all that's really different is that it isn't as strong of a connection to the narrative of "Ruby and her relationships with women in her life" because we've now made her a peer instead. The exact same plot happens... Ruby listens to the idea, thinks it's good, gets the training, gets the Trident, oh no the mermaid is evil, they all come together to beat the mermaid. Like her age has zero impact on the overall "the mermaid is the bad guy" plot of the movie, there will still be a friendship montage and bonding and whatnot because that's the hustle she is pulling, but having her be older ties her story to the theme better than if she was a teenager. Her being a teenager gives the story nothing in exchange.

I've seen people saying it adds depth to the character of Chelsea because then she's not only trying to kill all the Krakens and rule over everything as a tyrant Queen, she's also trying to avenge her mother! You know, the mother that also wanted to overthrow and kill the krakens, so she found a weapon that could do it so that she could be tyrant Queen of everything. It sure is an extra layer to the character, but is that really a layer you guys want? I get that people love to pull out the morally-grey card and have stories do the "both sides are bad" thing, but for the info we got in the movie, the mermaids were the instigators. And once again, the info we have on the mermaids being "opposed and in hiding" comes from our bad guy who, even if she was a teenager, is still a liar and manipulator.

Like as far as real life goes fuck monarchies and the ruling class,,, but this is a movie aimed at younger kids and we have no reason to doubt the lore from Grand Mama being wrong while we have all the reason to doubt what Chelsea says no matter her age.

With what was in the movie, even if we went back to cover more of the war to flesh out teenage Chelsea and her motivations, the Trident would still be your Chekov's gun, and the villain Nerissa would still have the awful motivation of "I'm a flipping mermaid". This would add a story theme of 'history repeats itself' which is something I don't think they were aiming for.

If they kept blood on Agatha's hands by having her kill Nerissa, it would totally add depth to her part of the narrative and how she relates to her mother and ran away so Ruby wouldn't have to grow up in a post-war warlord household setting. I would feel bad that she got blood on her hands when she may not have wanted to. I don't feel bad that she killed someone who was very much trying to kill her people on purpose in a bid for power.

And for your last bit, of it being a last minute change because the murals don't look like teenagers. Let's just put aside the fact that they are stylized. Are you trying to say that adults can't look young like that? That there aren't adults that appear younger than their age because of whatever various reasons there are that cause that exact thing to happen? For mermaids it might just be a quirk of the species. But I will not have anyone using some form of "they look like a teenager so they can't be an adult" as some sort of proof on my blog because being an adult mistaken as a teenager has been a good fucking chunk of my life. I go to a restaurant with my family and we get asked "do you need a kids menu?". There are many middle schoolers taller than me. If people really look at my face they guess I'm around high school age, physical appearance plays a lot into perception of age and having someone who is extremely short, and cis female with absolutely zero signs of boobs makes 14-16 really popular estimations. They are very much wrong and have been so for over a decade. So I personally find it incredibly possible that mermaids might just look like that.

[essenceofelegance]

Sand on cheeks (pt. 1)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.2

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on cheeks

I sat up in a panic with a pounding headache, cold sweat clinging to my forehead,

I took deep breaths, quickly fishing out a light pink notebook, 

grabbing a pen from my bedside table and jotted down what my nightmare consisted of.

It had become a routine I had grown used to, nightmares always haunting my sleep.

I set down my notebook, shoving the pen in between the pages hastily, grabbing my cup and took a sip of water.

I lied back down on the bed, closing my eyes, reaching up to rub my temples.

I let out a sigh, directing my eyes to the clock sitting on m bedside table. 5:53am. The sun had already risen.  Almost time to get up. 

I stared at the ceiling.

I started imagining blinds that could block out the Sun entirely, blinds that could protect me from the Sun's wrath- 

What? 

Sometimes, I don't know why I think my thoughts are like the way they are, almost wandering.

I think about the consequences of staying in bed all day,

I already knew that staying in bed was not a possibility,

but a little imagination didn't hurt anyone, let a girl dream.

After what seemed like a minute, I got up, slipping into my fuzzy slippers, not seeing the point in trying to fall asleep again.

I walked to the camp bathroom and did my usual morning routine, brush my teeth, skincare, makeup, hair and clothes.

By the time I walked back into the Aphrodite cabin in my bright orange camp t-shirt that I wanted to burn so badly- most of my siblings had already woken up. 

I walked  to my bed and replaced my slippers for my sneakers, greeting some of my siblings as I walked to the pavilion. 

"Hey, princess," Percy said as he jogged up to me, flashing me a smile.

"Hey, seaweed brain," I said as I flashed him a tired smile, "Nightmares?" Percy said, though it wasn't really a question. "Mmhm," I nodded.

"Do you have to help with sword training today?" I asked as I tied my hair up into a low messy bun, strands of curly hair fell loose, but looked perfect nevertheless, thanks to my mother.

"Nope," Percy said as he waved to some of his friends in the distance,  "I was gonna take a dip by the lake again, are you coming?" 

I considered his offer.

Well, I didn't have to teach archery lessons today, and who would give up an opportunity to hang out with Percy? He's always busy.

"Yeah," I said after a beat. Percy nodded in response, "I'll catch you later," he said, giving me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Hey," I greet my siblings as I sat down at the Aphrodite table. 

"Percy broke up with Annabeth!" one said, "Yeah! He's single now, we should totally go get him!" then a bunch of compliments starting pouring in. 

It's not a secret that Percy was attractive.

Having been on more quests then most demigods could only dream of — Percy was something of a legend. Saving Mount Olympus? Check. Surviving Tartarus? Check. Being unnecessarily hot? Double check.

Dark hair ruffled in a summer breeze. Vibrant eyes blending into the coast line. Tan skin draped over a body sculpted by gods.

Percy was the ultimate prize.

I never denied my feelings for Percy, I just never told him.

Why risk throwing away years of friendship when I know that he doesn't feel the same?

"Earth to Y/n!" Silena snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm okay."

Silena sent me a knowing glare, "You better shoot your shot before it's too late, if you don't want history to repeat itself," she whispered. 

She was right. I had already started liking Percy before he and Annie become a thing. 

And just as I was about to tell Percy how I felt, they had already fallen in love.

Fallen in love. 

It was no secret that I was Aphrodite's favourite daughter.

Then why couldn't she give me the one thing I wanted?

Love. 

I spent the entirety of breakfast thinking, until I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

I snapped my head towards the owner of the hand. Percy.

"You okay?" he asked as he took a seat next to me, it was only then I realised most of my siblings were done with their meal and went off to their activities.

"Yeah," I answered with a nod. Percy shot me a knowing look.

"What? I'm fine," I sent him a glare, "You know you can always tell me, right?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," I muttered. 

Percy knew better than to follow me.

pt.2

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[nerdby]

The thing that made the 1990 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie so great was that it was a true family film capable of being enjoyed by both kids and adults; viewers of all ages. That being said it was definitely a film aimed at audiences twelve and up which it should have been because the Turtles were never originally intended for children. Like most comics the original 1980s Ninja Turtles comic books were intended for teen and adult readers. Whenever I point that out people just scoff and roll their eyes, and you know what?

Keep scoffing.

Keep rolling your eyes cause at the end of the day they're called comic book movies for a reason and none of the movies or cartoon series would exist without the readers. Comic book movies have always been for comic book nerds. We were always the target audience because we were the ones who gave those franchises the capital they needed to make movies and whatever in the first place.

That logic applies to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise just as much as it does to any other comic book franchise.

And that's part of what makes me so mad about the new Mutant Mayhem movie because people don't even realize that history is repeating itself. The Turtles are being dumbed down, supposedly so they can be enjoyed by children. Just like the original 1990s film trilogy was dumbed down so much the third film was a complete failure that went straight to VHS and didn't even get a theatrical release.

And this is the same logic that fuels book bans. It is media censorship because whether people want to acknowledge it or not the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles do not have a happy story.

The turtles are homeless teenagers.

They are parentified. That's one of the reasons why they seem so mature in the original film. Because as hard as Splinter tries to be a good dad he's old and the Turtles have a lot of energy. He can't be around all the time and he has some outdated ideologies, and the Turtles are left to fend for themselves and to parent each other.

People think that they're protecting their kids by rewriting the story, but you aren't. All you're doing is denying them the chance to build empathy and to relate to people different from them, and you're erasing the experiences of real life parentified children.

Ask me how I know🙃

Let's be honest here -- this isn't about protecting children. This is about protecting the adults. The idea of parentified teenagers being forced out onto the streets to live in found families and homeless colonies makes them uncomfortable. Why is that, I wonder?

Either way, if you haven't seen this yet you're missing out on a great movie. Like an absolute masterpiece that none of the sequels or reboots will ever live up to. And I'm not the only one who thinks so.

[insomniactalks]

I understand why Ricky and Gina shippers are convinced S3 will be a romantic exploration for their ship b/c so many of the newest sneak peeks may suggest this (and the fact they've been content starved since 2.06. I get it. I do😅). However, I can't stop thinking about this moment:

Do y'all see how happy and playful Ricky is with EJ here? If you told S1 EJ and Ricky they'd be having a pillow fight someday they would have laughed in your face!😂 I just love how far they've come from where they started on the show. I would never claim that Ricky and EJ are the best of friends, because I don't believe that to be true, but you can't deny that they certainly started to really become friends by S2, esp 2.10 when Ricky tried to be there for EJ by helping him solve his problem. EJ seems to be wearing the same jacket from the trailer when he and Gina have what looks like another heart to heart (where he says he's "freaking out"). I believe that's 3.03, where Ricky and Gina go on a “spooky adventure” (or something like that). The very fact that Ricky is behaving this playfully with someone who he used to consider an enemy is major. In S1, Ricky very obviously tried to put a wedge between Nini and EJ b/c he wanted Ejini to break up so that he could get back t/g with her. Two seasons later, and what looks like could be the most fun he's had in a long time, I get the feeling Ricky isn't gonna try to cause intentional drama for Portwell. I actually think the fictional Corbin Bleu's character is going to cause more intentional drama this season for the Wildcats, including PW in 3.04/3.05 (I think those are the episodes):

Do you see how satisfied Corbin looks at whatever drama is unfolding? I think he really wants his documentary to be juicy and drama-filled, hence Ricky seemingly storming off out of rehearsals, and EJ following after him while Ashlyn looks worried about what she's seeing. Channing is clearly following all the drama with his camera, which makes me think Corbin intentionally pushed some buttons for Gina, EJ, and Ricky, but again, it's not Ricky intentionally trying to come between PW. I think this scene may follow the above:

You see how EJ initially looks happy as he approaches Ricky, then his smile drops when he sees Gicky playing around with that paper? I think it's possible he walked out after Ricky to try to comfort him after some drama Corbin started, but then he sees this scene play out in front of him, and maybe something (an insecurity, for example🤔) Corbin touched on earlier in the rehearsal space affects EJ in this moment. I think this might be Ricky just continuing to have fun during his summer, not trying to cause problems b/t PW. He and Gina are friends again, which puts them in a good place (which I was hoping for after S2😔). This might be Ricky just having fun with his friends, like with EJ in that pillow fight LOL 🤣but EJ misinterprets what he sees. Again, his girlfriend and the guy she used to have feelings for are playing romantic leads. EJ might be afraid history will repeat itself, but I doubt it. I feel S3 will have a diff outcome...*cough cough* Portwell Love Confession *cough cough*😉

Also, let’s stop acting like EJ will do anything to ruin his relationship with Gina (jealousy rising or otherwise). 🤦🏽‍♀️Did we forget what Gina said about him in 2.08? Let me remind you:

Y'all really going to tell me this don't sound like foreshadowing for their journey in S3? Just like Mitchie in Camp Rock 2 and Troy in HSM2, I guarantee you EJ will lose sight of what's really important to him for a bit, before coming back around at the end of the season by doing what's right and remembering his priorities (like his promise for this to be the "best summer ever" in 3.01)). Mitchie and Troy made similar promises at the beginning of their summers to Shane and Gabriella, before conflict rises mid way, then settles/gets resolved again by the end of their summers. That’s my prediction anyway. 🤷🏽‍♀️

(I should be writing up the 6 reports I have due soon, yet here I am. The power of Portwell. 😅 )

[forevercloudnine]

What do you think about the moments Scarecrow goes out to fear attack abusers of others? Not sure if this is really a thing within his character in the other DC Universe comics and I can't find for the life of me the one BTAS comic that seems explore this side, where he stops crime because he feels he's getting too old and wants to enjoy teaching again because he likes teaching, one student sticks out for him for her "intelligence", but one day she appears distressed to him because of her abusive boyfriend and after he discovers what he did he goes after him not only to kill him but torture him, make him feel as helpless as his girlfriend felt.

Personally the comic made me remember a little bit of the Becky Albright situation with Scarecrow, where this Jonathan goes out of his way to revenge himself on his bullies and ends up feeling some kind of... kinship with Becky for him seeing a reflection of himself in her fears, and asks for her to join him as Queen of Fear so she could also revenge on her bullies but in this case as she denies... that, he goes out of his way to try kill her(like originally he was going to do in the comic anyway).

The BTAS comic situation tho is different feels more like although he's possibly seeing a reflection to the abuse he suffered(considering if that version has also suffered abuse, I don't think it was ever mentioned on the show), he takes at his own hands to seek out revenge for that specific student, although should be noted that he took a liking of her(different from Becky this was more of a teacher loving a brilliant pupil kind of situation as far I could see) and as far I can tell I do not really think he would do the same for others unless he could see himself in them?

Feels like an internalized need of some kind, but I'm not sure if it's something that repeats itself in many stories relating Scarecrow

The BTAS comic you're thinking of is “Study Hall” in The Batman Adventures Annual (1994) #1, which is Scarecrow’s chapter in an anthology story of several failed attempts at reformation from Batman's rogues gallery. Further discussion below the cut:

Interestingly, this BTAS comic actually predates the first Scarecrow origin story where he's portrayed with a history of being bullied (unless you count his being “an outcast amongst his colleagues” in his first appearance in 1941, but that was less bullying and more just him being a creepy poorly dressed recluse who no one wanted to see at faculty parties). The idea of Jonathan being bullied as a child originally came from the 1995 Batman Annual #19, “Masters of Fear.”

The Becky Albright story, Scarecrow: New Year’s Evil, came out three years later in 1998, at which point Jonathan’s “bullied into being evil” backstory had become well-saturated into the main continuity. Ten years later in 2008 we also get Joker’s Asylum: Scarecrow #1, where Jonathan fakes a license to practice therapy and identifies with a bullied teenage patient named Lindsay. Like with Becky, he tries to convince Lindsay to get revenge for herself (which she ultimately does), but it’s more of a mentor relationship a la Molly Randall (sooo not an erotic obsession that began and ended with the desire to kill her, like with Becky).

In this post-crisis continuity (and even non-canon au comics that were published while it was ongoing, like Crimson Rain), Jonathan’s adolescent experiences as a victim of bullying really subsumed his character. To the point that even in his appearances where he’s not actively hunting down his childhood bullies, he’s still thinking about the world in a dichotomy of tormentor/victim, going back and forth between delighting in tormenting others and resenting his continued “victimhood.”

In the current continuity, it’s very briefly mentioned that he was picked on growing up, but that’s not the trauma that made Jonathan into Scarecrow. That was 100% the abuse he suffered under his creepy mad scientist father, as well as his father dying of a heart attack in the middle of an experiment, leaving a young Jonathan trapped in the testing chamber for over a week, until someone was called to investigate Dr. Jonathan Crane Sr.’s lack of appearances at work.

However, he does have some moments of empathy for others who remind him of himself in this continuity as well. Most notably a little girl he had been experimenting on in his “Cycle of Violence” arc in Batman: The Dark Knight, as well as the orphan protagonist of in the “House of Gotham” back-up stories in Detective Comics.

So despite the fact that the BTAS comic predates Jonathan having any kind of tragic backstory, his having a kind of twisted empathy for young people with similar traits to him is arguably a reoccuring character trait, regardless of how his character has shifted over time. I like the way you phrased it, that it’s an “internalized need” that he wouldn’t indulge with anyone he couldn’t see himself in. It’s possible that he’s being the kind of adult mentor he wished he’d had at their age; it’s just that Jonathan is an extremely deranged person whose idea of “help” is only going to cause more problems in the long run.

[so-mordor-itis]

Prompt list a #13: “handle with care” wolcred, wol with war trauma? —schrodinger’s idiot

Eyooooo some Thancred content coming to you live--there's slight Endwalker spoilers below if you mind stuff like that!

     The blankets on your bed were cold that night. You couldn't sleep, not this time. It would've been useless to attempt it, knowing exactly why you were awake in the first place. The flashbacks gained strength over your mind once more. Sleep was gone by that point. 

     Whenever this took place, you wrapped your hands around a pillow, clutched it with most of your strength (you didn't want to pop it), and took deep breaths. Usually, that did the trick. Usually. Somehow, tonight, nothing seemed to pull them away. The memories of all that happened. 

     Books. Perhaps a book would be a helpful distraction. To drag you to another world, maybe could calm your erratic heartbeat. The subject mattered not, only that you could forget, even for a little while. 

Without a care, you didn't scan the title of the book you chose. You simply relied on instinct, feeling the spine for wear. You flickered on a lamp, and began to graze the pages. Allagan technology. Maybe you could recall the tales G'raha had recited to you in the process. 

Your heartbeat had forgotten why it was aflame. 

--

"You do realize," a voice called you from behind, "that it is nearly dawn?" 

Ah. 

You knew whose voice that was, the gods above knew you did. 

You didn't even need to turn around to know he had a hand on his hip. Or would his arms be crossed? You supposed that depended on his current mood. 

"Is it?" You responded, voice slightly hoarse from not using it all night. "I...I suppose time ran away from me." 

"I see." He said. Though, you weren't entirely certain you managed to convince him. Thancred could read you thoroughly as if you were a book he had read many a time. He always could, even when you didn't want him to. 

You don't want to tell him what happened. What caused you to stay up the entire night reading about technology that only certain people would be truly interested in. (While it certainly had been an intriguing read, some words were lost to you.) 

You hoped Thancred didn't notice you had nightmares. That you squirmed in your sleep, remembering Zenos' cold grip on your wrist, that isolating feeling he left in your soul when he replaced it with his own. You hoped he didn't realize your fear of having history repeat itself. 

Thancred called your name, probably hoping you'd turn around to face him, but you do not. You couldn't. Not after your fumbling excuse. Then he could read you even more clearly. 

You heard him sigh. "I know why you're up, you do realize that, yes?" 

Dammit. 

"I…" you wanted to say more, to deny his claim. Yet you knew you couldn't even if you begged and pleaded on your knees. "I couldn't sleep." 

"Clearly. I can hear it in your voice, love." You heard his footsteps approach you, getting closer and closer as the seconds rolled by. "And it's okay to tell me these things." 

"I didn't want to burden you." You hated how small your voice sounded. How weak. You felt like a child being scolded by a parent. You knew you could always explain to him why you were up, why you felt these things. The words were stubborn, it seemed. 

Two warm hands placed themselves on your shoulders, his breath was now against your ear. "You could never burden me. You know this." 

"You need your sleep too." 

"While I would agree with that, I could easily say the same to you." 

"Thancred…" 

He kissed the back of your head, a tender gesture that made you nearly burst into tears. "Darling, please don't hold in your feelings. It does more harm than good, bottling them up." He said it as if he had experience. Which he had. It gave the words more emphasis. "I encourage--implore you to express these to me. I can help, at least somewhat. You have my heart, exactly like I have yours." 

"Don't drop it," you murmured, "It needs to be handled with care." 

Another kiss, this time to your cheek. You turned around to face him, allowing him to finally get a better look at your face. He frowned for a split second, probably noticing the bags under your eyes. Thancred then gave you a smile, a small one, but warm nonetheless. 

"I wouldn't dream of it."

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[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”