#idk if i'm satisfied with the outcome but oh well

[theerurishipper]

This is in response to some arguments in defense of the finale I've seen recently, and if you do believe these, then more power to you! But I disagree, and I'm gonna talk about why.

Rant under the cut. Fair warning, this gets pretty salty.

So I've seen a lot of arguments about how it just wouldn't be possible to have Adrien in the final battle, whether it be because it would be too traumatic for him and we can't explore that in the middle of a fight, or because it would take away focus from Marinette and she would be irrelevant ultimately. And I actually agree!

But what could possibly be done to resolve this? Oh, I know! Fucking write better.

If you were going to put Adrien in the position of being central to the story and write him out with the excuse that he can't live up to that role for various reasons, then why did you write him in that role? It's obvious to anyone that if Gabriel is Adrien's father, then the emotional weight of the conflict would be centered on him and not Marinette. Then why did you still write that into the show? If you wanted to focus on Marinette over Adrien anyway, then why did you make Gabriel be Hawkmoth? Let some other rando be Hawkmoth! And now there's no value to Gabriel being the villain beyond giving Marinette some material for her grand speech (which didn't do shit cause she still lost).

And if you were going to say that Adrien was too traumatized to be in the battle or that he wouldn't be able to deal with it well or that we couldn't see that... write around it? Have him deal with it before, or something, I don't know! Maybe give him that sweet sweet character development? Maybe let the friends who are supposed to support him actually do that? Idk man, this is all coming across as a bunch of excuses to me.

The thing is, this is a kids show. It's not real. The writers control everything that happens. It's not about "realism," it's about narrative payoff. It's about the most satisfying outcome. It's about character arcs. If Adrien was never supposed to face his father in a fight, then why make him a superhero? Could have just let him be Adrien the teen model love interest while Marinette is the superhero. Why give him powers which thematically represent him breaking free from his oppressive life and an enmity with his own father if it never mattered? If "it's us against the world, my lady," and "we'll get all the Miraculous back together," never mattered, then why include it? If two partners chosen to fight evil together and the yin-yang symbolism never mattered, why set it up?

If you set something up, you have a responsibility to deliver on it, and Miraculous failed. And yeah. I get that it's hard. I'm not saying writing is easy. But anything is better than this! Writing is your job, and I don't expect literal perfection, but I expect it to fulfill the basic expectations of writing. I expect it to at least be good. This is not good. They literally ignored their own story and themes and character arcs and narrative payoff because they wanted Marinette to get a swanky new outfit and a cool fight scene. It wasn't even for her character. It's just so that they can put give her a cool power-up and sell Bug Noire dolls. It's disrespectful to Adrien's character, and it's disrespectful to Marinette's character too.

The writers failed to make Marinette interesting in terms of the conflict with Gabriel. They gave all the set-up to Adrien and didn't want to write the payoff. There are no emotional stakes in the final battle. They literally only talk about Adrien, and he's not there for that. It's bad writing. And if they didn't let Adrien be a part of the arc with his father as the villain, what hope does he have in the arcs with Lila as the antagonist, since she is a Marinette-centric villain? TA has already said that Marinette is Barbie and Adrien is just Ken. The writers have said that Gabriel is considered a hero by the end of Season 5. The show bible says that Adrien will never find out that his father is Hawkmoth.

Let's face it, they aren't coming back to this. Gabriel's era is over. Miraculous is well known for setting up conflicts and dropping them like a hot potato. If we ever deal with this, it's gonna be half an episode of Adrien forgiving Marinette because "she did it out of love." None of this will matter come Season 6. The supposed conflict being set up now will matter to Season 6 as much as the Ladynoir set up in Strikeback with the "we'll take back all the Miraculous together, you and me," mattered to Season 5, which is to say not at all.

[baldursyourgate]

Anyway, some "less picked" choices from the goblin party Minthara romance scene. By less picked I mean I haven't seen many people's let's play clips on Youtube choosing these options.

Datamined dialogue, devnotes & spoilers ahead.

All outcomes when the player tries to "push deeper into her fears"

Quite interesting how

exits. Could this be remnants from that "You lie down instead" line in Early Access that was removed?

Next tag that I'm quite curious to know the consequence of is "...NightWithDrow_Upset". I wonder if this affects the Emperor's line at the end of the game, the one where he said "You slept with the drow Minthara. You pleased her."

Next, the other options you can choose when she questions why she could not hear the Absolute's voice when with Tav.

:(

Another bombshell enters the house. Could "_NightWithDrow_Satisfied = false" actually be the one that affects the Emperor's dialogue. I'll have to check it later, just too lazy to open VSCode right now.

Either way, as fun as it is joking about #blindthara where she sees the weapon and not taking it, it seems here that she made a conscious decision not to take it from Tav and bring it to the Absolute.

Disobeying something she considers god, knowing damn well it's gonna land her in much trouble, for Tav whom she liked or for the weapon which is something she might believe could defeat "god"? Hmmmmm

The last option you can pick in this dialogue seems to be the most popular one (all 4 videos I just watched on her romance picked this option), and also the one that sets the upset flag to false and the satisfied flag to true.

"hopes her prayers will fix everything" oh babygirl

Idk but seeing the other options and how she responds to them put some more context to the situation? Like the full image I got right now is...

She's aware that she has failed the Absolute by her unable to find the weapon.

She knows what happens if you fall out of the Absolute's grace.

She wanted this night with Tav for herself.

Muting the Absolute's voice brings her comfort.

Even when she's aware of Tav's possession of the weapon, she does not take it from them, knowing that she will be punished for this inaction.

=> She really likes Tav to be willing to lie to a "god".

In a later conversation she has with Tav while being mind-wiped, she said she'd prayed Tav would come => had hope that Tav and the weapon might save her from the Absolute's influence. Naivete or blind hope or love or all three? In-tur-rest-stang.

Anyway, that's all for now. This post has been in my draft for too long.

Btw, why does writing this post feels like doing a reading comprehension analysis exam thing and I'm just barely getting by lol.

[byunbaekhyunie]

what are your thoughts on the whole allobank sponsorship

oh boy here we go ^^'

I don’t think it was a smart idea for baekhyun’s image. being the ambassador for a banking company is so far out of the scope of what a kpop idol should involve themself in like ofc this kind of endorsement is gonna impact his credibility & reputation. I don’t wanna be like “oh I saw it coming..” but you can’t tell me that all the SM ppl who work in marketing and pr couldn’t foresee this type of outcome as a possibility. it opens him up to a certain kind of scrutiny that's really hard to counter

I also think that the fact that it's a foreign company isn’t doing him any favors. it would've been one thing if he'd endorsed a domestic company but promoting a service that he so clearly has no personal experience with.. it comes across even more unauthentic. like I know that in the realm of celebrity endorsements, rarely does the celebrity actually uses the product/service they're promoting. but bc we're talking abt a banking service the stakes are much higher than just some skincare lotion not performing on someone's skin. or fried chicken not being the most healthy food

I don't know anything abt the Indonesian legislation but I do think that morally at least, he's imparted himself with a degree of responsability. you can't just go around being the face of a bank, promoting it to your hundreds of thousands of fans, and assume no financial liability. when baekhyun knows that he has ppl of all ages looking up to him too.. seriously idk wtf he was thinking

as a consummer, I also have my own personal reservations ; not only abt digital banking in general but abt the company itself, from what little stuff I've seen from it.. maybe there is a bit of a cultural divide there bc this kind of advertisement would come across as... uncouth? somewhat improper? here. it's a bit hard to put into words but it kinda leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I don't like it at all if I'm being honest

for his sake, I really hope that allobank is an upright service, that everyone is satisfied, and that nothing more comes out of this but even so, I don’t think it was a decision made with baekhyun’s best interest in mind. I wish he would’ve been better advised or better yet, had the sense to decline the offer himself but oh well

[lepertamar]

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it came to mind a couple days ago (and then i proceeded to not post it bc what am i doing tenposting in 2023) because their main blog popped up in my suggested blogs sidebar, so i'm thinking about the (old old, so idek if they still stand by it, or if i 100% would if i reread it becuz i might be improving on it in my memory) meta of tenlittlebullets (alias uh idk if they had any aliases?) on the subject of the tenth doctor (i'm not even certain their meta was on tumblr though, it's been many years since i was at all in doctor who fandom), especially the frustrations with how much the companions were twisted around to indulge in ooc soppy soggy crumbling edifices of maudlin sympathy for him that fall apart at the smallest nudge and fail to challenge him at all the right places that rather than enhance his sympatheticness just make him more smackable instead, and how he and the arc also wound up too disgusting and despicable to work as a good tragedy, and thinking.........about the obvious. lol. but more like-

like i have a less obvious train of thought too, which is that i remember thinking back then, about how this led to a storyarc that was very viscerally powerful in its general way of exposing the bones & innards of how awful negative-development happens in a person, but at the expense of trashing both his and his companions' characterization and arcs, especially donna's. and 'exposing the bones-and-innards of what extremely not to do and the actual visceral ugly revolting outcomes of this' and 'satisfying instead of trashing the arcs of the characters' are usually mutually exclusive aims in a story, a case of can't-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too, but i used to think oh, well a time travel story is one of the few cases where you could get away with this, and thinking.......idk man just thinking! one of the things is that like, actually since reading Lives i have rapidly gained -100 patience for 'oh you can't really fix these problems from early in x serial work' bitch you can actually make the problems Work Better Than If There Had Been No Problems In The First Place.

[sncwbaz]

Shepard meets Gansey

| Carry On Countdown | Day 22 | 16 Dec 2019 | Fandom Crossover | ao3

AN: after meeting shepard in wayward son i literally couldn’t let go of the thought that he and gansey would make interesting pals, because in some ways they’re so similar. so, even though i feel like this is a very niche topic to write a fic on, and i feel like not many ppl would care about reading this, i couldn’t help but write a fic of shepard going to henrietta in search for magic and meeting gansey there. so that’s what this is. this clearly contains wayward son spoilers, even though it takes place before wayward son, it does have an actual spoiler in it revolving shepard. when it comes to spoilers for the raven cycle i feel like it only has mild spoilers for the first book? i honestly don’t know where in the raven cycle timeline this fic takes place. 

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300 Fox Way, Henrietta, Virginia. That’s where Shepard was headed.

Henrietta was a name that often came up when speaking of magic. It was a location known for the high magickal energy radiating off of the town, and its strange supernatural happenings. It also turned out to be a hotspot for the appearing of peculiar magical artefacts, though that was a business Shepard preferred to stay at a distance from.

Henrietta, though. Henrietta he wanted to give a closer look.

When doing his research on the town, he quickly stumbled on the address 300 Fox Way. The address being home to an abundance of psychic women, well known for their accuracy. If there was anyone able to point Shepard towards the magic of this town, he figured it must be them. Or at least that they would be a good starting point.

He didn’t know what to expect from the psychic’s home. When he’d called for an appointment, it had taken him quite some time to cut to the case with the lady who answered the phone. She kept trying to give him predictions over the phone, when really he wanted to talk with the women of 300 Fox Way in person. He hadn’t minded much, though. Regardless of most of the conversation being inapplicable to Shepard’s search, he was still very intrigued by all the lady had to say.

Shepard, perhaps, had expected a rather large house, as it was supposed to house many people, but he found the size of the house to be very average. What he definitely had not expected was the bright orange 1973 Camaro parked in front of the house. It seemed quite out of place in front of this average looking home. The general aesthetic of the car was also one he didn’t associate with psychics. Though, who was he to make that judgement?

The surprise didn’t stop at the orange car. When he knocked on the door, he was quickly greeted by a young man who couldn’t be older than Shepard, though his actual age was hard to pin down. The white boy whore an expensive looking, yellow polo and khaki shorts. Everything about him, from his clothes, to the way he held himself, to the way his hair his hair was perfectly in place screamed expensive.

“Hello, you must be here for an appointment,” he said, allowing Shepard in.

“Sure am,” Shepard said cheerily. He held out his hand and the guy shook it. “I’m Shepard, from Omaha, Nebraska.”

“I’m Gansey,” he said, his head tilted a little as he took Shepard in. “You’ve come a long way, Shepard.”

“Ah yes, I consider myself an explorer of anything magical, and will allow my search to take me anywhere” Shepard said.

Gansey perked up at this, “Do you perhaps know anything of supposedly long dead Welsh kings, asleep on ley lines?”

“I know of ley lines, I don’t know anything about what might be asleep on them.”

A glint of excitement showed in Gansey’s eyes. “Well—” he began, but he was cut off before he could start his story.

“Gansey!” A woman shouted from inside the house. Her voice so loud and intimidating that it fully filled the air around Shepard. Had Shepard not already been acquainted with actual furies, he might have been slightly frightened of this one. “Stop holding up our clients with your king!”

Gansey seemed to take no offence in this command and lead Shepard into what Shepard guessed served as the living room—though, later he discovered it also worked as the reading room.

Here he was greeted by a rather large company. This company consisted of three women: a very short one, one tall and willowy and weirdly faded around the edges, and the one woman who, by the looks of her, must be the one who’d shouted earlier. There was also a short girl, must be in her late teens, with hair that could act like a birds nest—it being just as chaotic, yet just as precisely put into place the way it was. She looked curious and fierce, like a true daughter of the house Shepard found himself in. Besides the female company and Gansey, there was also another young man. He had a shaved head, and was all sharp edges. He had a raven perched on his shoulder, which somehow didn’t look strange or out of place in this environment. Shepard was practically beaming at the peculiar picture that the six of them made.

“Hello, I’m Shepard from Omaha, Nebraska. I’m here for a reading.”

Everyone in the room stared at him. The three teens (were they teens?) seeming rather relaxed as they eyed him curiously—except for the guy with the raven, who looked cold and brutal. Though, Shepard decided that that must simply be his way of being. The three women, though, all gave him intense stares. Shepard couldn’t decide what exactly  to make of their stares;  they eyed him with a caution that he felt was very unnecessary. After all, he was only a simple guy coming by for a reading. How was he different from any other client they would have over?

“I called in for an appointment,” Shepard said, in the hope it would ease some tension in the women, but none of them loosened up.

“What are you?” The blonde woman asked, her voice was light and airy, yet there was an alarmed tension in it. This question raised suspicion from Gansey and the other two youths in the room.  

“Uh, just a human guy,” Shepard answered. Shepard didn’t understand what he’d done to raise suspicion. Normally, he’d be ready for a cautious reaction like this one, while meeting various magical creatures. In this case, however, he hadn’t done anything that he would assume to be anything but normal procedure for these psychic women. Gansey had greeted him normally, knowing he must be here for an appointment, why didn’t these women act the same?

“Liar,” the fierce one of the three hissed at him, but the short lady interrupted her before she could start threatening him. “No, Calla, I think he’s telling the truth.”

“I am. I’m here because I have an appointment. Shepard’s the name. I’m just a guy, curious about magic.”

“He is telling the truth,” the blonde one says, her tone puzzled. “But then why is there something dark in you?”

Oh. Right.

Something must have shown in his face, because the woman who he now knew was named Calla snapped, “So there is something off about you.”

“There is, yes. But it’s something I’m willing to tell you all about if you’re willing to hear me out. It’s really not as bad as you might think.”

All of the company except for Gansey and the blonde woman kept their looks of suspicion, but Shepard was nonetheless invited over to the reading table. The blonde woman introduced herself as Persephone, and then introduced the shorter woman as Maura, and the scary one as Calla—though he’d already fingered her name out.

“Start talking,” Calla said, bluntly, as soon as the four of them were seated, the three teens looking on at them from the sidelines.

“Well, as I said, I’m Shepard from Omaha, Nebraska. I’m perfectly human, though I am possibly more aware of the magic in this world than the average human is. I go on journeys to find magical creatures, simply just to get to know them, if they’re welcoming enough.” The guy with the raven snorted at that. “If not, I leave them alone. I promise. Though—um, I did once come across a demon, who didn’t want to let go of me so easily.” Shepard took off his jacket, under which he was wearing a t-shirt. He held out his arms to show the women the black markings there. “So, you know, I’m cursed. That’s probably the darkness that you’re sensing.” Shepard tried to read the expression of the three women as they examined his arms, but failed. All their faces were focussed, but besides that it was impossible to tell what they were possibly thinking. Calla looked angry, perhaps, but she’d done so from the moment Shepard had entered the room. The three teens had moved closer to the reading table to get a look as well.

“Shit,” said the one with the raven, though he sounded more amused than concerned.

“Blue,” Maura said, gesturing to the short girl, “you might want to move back a little, I don’t know if you’d be amplifying anything wrong here.”

Without a question, but still with a curious look in her eyes, Blue moved backwards. Shepard gave her a curious look back. Amplifying?

Calla snapped his attention back to the three psychics by asking “So you’re here because you think we can help you with that, then?”

Shepard leaned back in his chair, surprised. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to involve anyone else into this messy business,” Shepard said, gesturing at his marked arms. “I’m really just here because Henrietta is often talked about when it comes to magical energy. I came here to explore and figured that the house of highly acclaimed psychics would be a good place to start.”

“You just want to know about magic?” Maura asked, voice flat.

“Yup.”

“And none of this has anything to do with the possible involvement of a demon?”

“The demon has no involvement in this,” Shepard clarified. “I do this out of my own free will, purely because it’s a hobby of mine.”

“The dark presence within you will likely affect any reading we’ll do with you,” Persephone said.

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t really care about the outcome of the reading, I’m aware that most stuff doesn’t actually work on me. I only booked a reading because I figured that it would be the most fitting thing to do if I wanted to talk to you about the magic energy of this place.”

Both Maura and Calla gave him raised eyebrows, while Persephone nodded solemnly.

“And you say you have actually met magical creatures before?” asked Gansey. Shepard turned his gaze toward Gansey, who looked like he couldn’t possibly keep himself from asking for any longer. From the corner of his eye he saw Calla roll her eyes.

“Yes,” Shepard said, brightly. “I’ve met and befriended plenty.”

“Befriended,” the guy with the raven echoed in a mocking tone.

Shepard looked at him, over Gansey’s shoulder. “Yup. Befriended. See, most magical beings live in hiding. If you’re just honest and friendly with them, most of them are very happy to finally be able to tell you all that they have to share—most of them are just glad to finally have someone to talk to—or someone to boast about themselves to.”

At this, Gansey turned around to look at the guy with the raven, a grin on his face. The guy with the raven, however, returned both Shepard’s and Gansey’s looks with a flat stare, his amusement from before gone at once.

“I think,” Maura said, “that maybe it’s not us you should be talking to.”

Shepard looked back at the three women sat before him. “What do—?”

“We have nothing to offer you, but our psychic abilities. And those will be likely misled due to the… curse. Gansey, however, will literally never shut up about Henrietta and the magical potential of this place. You’ll find that he’ll be much more use to you.”

“Besides,” Calla interjected, “I’m not in the mood to deal with another one like him.” She jerked her head towards Gansey at the word ‘him’.

“Yes, that too,” Maura agreed, which Blue made chuckle.

A bit confused, Shepard looked from the women to Gansey, who looked nothing but delighted about getting to tell Shepard everything he had to share. “Uh—alright then,” Shepard said, his face slowly transforming into a brilliant smile.

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Shepard soon discovered that the bright orange Camaro in front of the house belonged to Gansey. Gansey allowed Shepard to ride shotgun, while Blue and the other boy and his raven—who’d gotten introduced to Shepard as Ronan and Chainsaw (Chainsaw!)—rode along in the back of the car.

Shepard had asked Ronan how he’d gotten the bird. “Took her out of my dreams,” Ronan had answered, in such a tone that led Shepard to believe that Ronan had been screwing with him, and that further questioning wouldn’t be appreciated.

After that, Gansey took over all conversation by monologuing for the entire length of the car ride about his search for an ancient Welsh king who was supposed to be asleep on a ley line, and will grant a wish to the one who wakes him. Even though it didn’t sound like the type of magic that Shepard was normally on the lookout for, he found that it was a pure joy to listen to Gansey tell his story.

After a drive long enough for Gansey to tell his tale, Gansey parked his car in the middle of nowhere.

“Here we are,” Gansey said, and the lot of them got out of the car.

Shepard must have looked confused because Gansey started explaining. “I’m taking you to the ley line. We’ve only discovered it quite recently.”

Ronan didn’t look all too excited about the idea of letting Shepard in on their discovery, but clearly wasn’t in a position to speak up against Gansey. Blue, however, did speak up. “Are you sure we can just trust him?” She asked Gansey, sounding awfully judgemental.

Instead of answering her, Gansey turned to Shepard. “Can you promise me that you won’t cause harm to whatever I’m about to show you, and that you won’t just lead everyone straight to this place after leaving it today?” he asked.

“You have my word,” Shepard replied. “Like I’ve said, I’ve met many—and I mean many—magical beings before. All of them still live hidden in uninterrupted peace.”

Gansey seemed satisfied with that answer. He turned to Blue and said, “I trust him, Jane. Do you?”

Blue (Jane?) shrugged, and so they began their walk to the forest that lay ahead.

Ronan muttered something under his breath, but all Shepard managed to catch was “Parrish wouldn’t,” which went ignored by both Gansey and Blue.

As they entered the forest, something in the air around them changed. Shepard knew about magic—about Speakers, about dragons, about faeries—but the magic of this forest was something unlike anything he’d ever seen or experienced. It felt like the forest was an entire beast of its own. He held his breath as he looked around the ancient trees; as he listened to them whisper.

“Welcome,” Gansey said, his voice overflowing with pride and excitement, “to Cabeswater.”

[dooppooo]

mdni - impact play, oral (f receiving), nipple play, finger sucking, degrading, mocking, slight choking, slight overstimulation

Requests Open!

Prompt List

Mmmm Dom!Armin gets me hot and bothered

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Armin was always the sweet brainiac, right?

Not necessarily the strongest one of the bunch in terms of physical strength, but Goddamnit was he smart. Armin was nothing short of a genius and knew exactly what to say in order to get the desired outcome. Though it wasn't his best asset - Armin was a fantastic manipulator.

But of course, he only used his sly words when need be. Not once did he have to use them against you, his wonderful girlfriend, because there was no reason for you to conform under his pressure! More often than not you were on his side, so all he could reply with was a compliment or a soft joke to hear you giggle.

That was...until you asked to spice things up in the bedroom:

"I-I don't want you to take this the wrong way, because I'm pretty happy about our sex life..."

"...but?" He hated how hesitant you were to communicate with him sometimes.

With a nervous sigh, you finished, "but I want to try something new."

Armin pressed for you to elaborate.

"Well, ya know - I'm always in charge and I'd like, uh, for you to maybe take over sometime." You anxiously picked at your nails and shot nervous glimpses at him from your peripheral vision.

And Armin was completely open to the idea, endlessly welcoming to it! But there was one problem; he wasn't very experienced at being dominant in the bedroom. Though, that wasn't much of an obstacle, because Armin would go to the ends of the Earth and back if it meant you were completely satisfied.

After your quick talk, you took to the shower and Armin leapt for his phone, sending a message to the group chat.

Armin: guys I have a very serious question and I need you all to save your jokes for later

Eren: uuuu is everything ok?

Jean: yeah man what's going on

Connie: this outta be good

Armin: okay so...Y/n said she wanted to reverse rolls

Eren: ??? tf does that mean

Armin: like...in the bedroom

Connie: oh!!! being a bottom is so fun you'll love it

Jean: yeah I don't mind it from time to time

Armin: ...

Eren: you don't have to be scared, I doubt Y/n is going to do anything weird or scary

Armin: let's say - hypothetically - I was already pretty familiar with being a bottom

Connie: oh...my...god

Armin: I said save your jokes!!!

Jean: that wasn't what I was expecting

Eren: just call her a bitch

Armin: NO!! why would I ever do that?

Eren: trust me.

Jean: for once I actually have to agree with Eren, be mean.

Connie: just do like, idk, what she does to you but onto her

Jean: Connie you take years off of my life

Eren: don't be brutal but make it a point that you're in charge, be confident

Armin: that's easy for you to say.

Eren: just try it, you might like it more than you think

Jean: you could mix praising and degrading too

Armin: uuuu how does that work

Jean: be like "my pretty slut," shit like that

Connie: is that what you liked to be called Jean?

Jean: no but ur mom does

Armin: well thx for the advice

Eren: let's us know how it goes

Armin: absolutely not

Connie: lameeeeeee

"Everything okay?"

Your voice startled the blonde boy, his phone fumbling in his hands and a bright fuchsia painted his cheeks.

"Uh-uh yeah! Yeah I'm fine no worries." He clamped his hands and phone between his thighs before looking up to you with a crooked smile.

Your towel was wrapped around your chest, the tops of your breast exposed with droplets of water still beading down them. Armin's eyes locked onto your skin and his skin burned even more red.

"Mmm doesn't seem like it." You pursed your lips.

Armin swallowed thickly and quickly shook his head, struggling to meet your gaze, "Nope, I'm a-okay!"

You figured standing before him half nude and dripping wet wasn't helping the erection pressing against his sweatpants nor the glossy look in his eyes. So you hummed and sauntered off to your shared room, letting the towel drop and the cold air in your room ripple your body with goosebumps.

In the closet, you searched your dresser drawers for a nightgown - preferably something thin since the nights had grown more and more warm with the change in season. Armin curled up next to you at night only added to the heat trapped under your blankets, his body mimicking an oven and you an ice cube.

Plucking a light pink, spaghetti strap gown from deep within the drawer, you grinned and turned to the mirror, excited to put on something so dainty. However, you gasped and clutched the garment over your chest in a startled frenzy.

"God Armin! You're gonna kill me one day doing that." You scolded, narrowing your eyes at him through his reflection.

Then you busied yourself with your gown, shaking it out of its crumpled state and readying to slip it on, but a warm breath fanned over your neck and cemented your joints.

"You don't need that." Armin purred into your ear, grasping the fabric from your hands and leaving you exposed in front of the mirror.

You turned your head to gauge a better view of his expression. Sultry eyes, mischievous smirk, low voice.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

His response was to lace your fingers in his and drift you both over to the bed, guiding you up the mattress and against the pillows.

"What's-"

Two fingers shot into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

"Stop asking questions." His other hand explored your freshly cleaned abdomen and dusted over your stiffened nipples. Then his palm harshly groped at your tit, leaving you hissing around his digits, "Seems you like that," he noted, "Maybe you'd like this too."

His thumb and forefinger clamped down on one of your nipples, slowly twisting and feeling the vibrations of your whimper against his other fingers, "Mmm looks like I was right, let's see what else you like."

In an effort to gain more knowledge, you tried to gurgle out his name questioningly, only it resulted in his digits venturing further down your tongue.

His large eyes snapped to yours, "I said stop with the fucking questions. Unless you like my fingers down your throat. You would wouldn't you? Fucking whore."

Completely astonished, your brows nearly dusted your hairline and your eyes threatens to pop from their sockets. You'd stutter about his behavior if it wasn't for the fingers knuckle deep in your mouth. Sure, you figured Armin was brewing up something to make an attempt at being dominant, however you didn't expect him to fully sell the part.

With his fingers still against your tongue, Armin repositioned himself between your legs, propped on his knees. His other hand harshly gripped your knee and forced your legs open, revealing your center.

"Maybe it's time for a little pay back for all those nights you edged me for hours. I'm sure your cunt could take it," he smirked, "No, you will take it."

Armin's words left you yelping, blooming a new type of fear in your chest. You weren't scared of Armin in a way that you felt you needed to flee and cry for help, but rather nervously anticipated his actions. The unknowing left you desperate for his next move, yet you cowered against the sheets.

His fingers slipped from your lips in order to grasp your jaw and force your gaze onto him, faces inches away, "Are you done squirming?"

You nodded dumbly, your head spinning.

"Good, let's keep it that way." He patted your cheek and grinned sarcastically.

Then he slithered back down, pressing your thighs up and back until they were against your torso. You had been naked in front of Armin plenty of times, showered with him even, but now more than ever you felt incredibly exposed to him.

Humming with delight, Armin watched your folds glisten for a moment before adding his own touch of nectar with his tongue. His tongue felt like it was coated in hot molasses, prodding and playing with your cunt. Usually you'd be hovering over him, fingers tangled in his hair and rocking your hips against his face, so it was a little frustrating not to have your pleasure in your control.

"Armin c'mon.." you whined and arched your back slightly toward him. A stinging sensation left you jolting against the linens and gasping, "Did you just-"

Another smack cut off your sentence.

"What did I tell you about questions?"

You peered between your thighs with raised brows and speechless, meeting a dark, threatening stare. This time you watched him slap your cunt.

"Answer me when I talk to you."

Gulping you shakily replied, "No questions."

He nodded and returned his attention to the task at hand, "That's right."

Again his muscle was swirling against your clit and adventuring through your womanhood at an aggravatingly slow rate, but you didn't chance rutting your hips into his face. Frustrated, you flopped back against the pillows and let your hands get lost in the sheets, resting all responsibility on Armin's shoulders.

That's when the true sensation of oral pleasure consumed you. The blissful heat of Armin's tongue and lips melding with your pussy, how your clit was thousands times more sensitive compared to when fingers caressed it; the slowness of it all gave you time to truly enjoy what was being offered to you. Instead of panting and groaning, you were sighing and moaning.

Every so often Armin would let one of your legs drift open or rest against his back, fumbling with different positions - but at all times your thighs were spread. He needed as much access to you as possible to see what he was working with, get a true look at what made him a feral, pouty mess most nights and early mornings. How he didn't want to switch rolls sooner was a mystery to him, because the view before him was quite literally something to feast upon. Sometimes he'd pause just to get a view of the mess he was making, only to dive back in ten times stronger.

Your hands were lost in the pillows, eyes closed and the feeling of Armin's spit and your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. If you had given the blonde man a chance to be proactive sooner, you would've been able to relish in the euphoria he had your body melting in. Your new idea of heaven was having Armin between your legs all night long.

The struggle in your sighs and whimpering undertones of your moans let Armin know he needed to up the intensity. Your orgasm was nearing its peak and he was the sole ruler of it, and as much as he wanted to see you wriggle and beg, he was dying to see your jaw drop and taste every last drop of your release. So his tongue flicked faster against your clit, and his eyes flitted up to your expression to watch your bottom lip get pinched between your teeth and your brows knit.

"Mmm, God, just like that." You purred, keeping your eyes squeezed shut as you reached down to work your fingers into his soft, champagne hair.

Though his jaw was growing tired, he didn't let up for a second, seeing your jaw gradually drop and feeling your nails dig deeper into his scalp. When your hips started jerking and rolling instinctively, Armin knew the lighting in you was burning hotter and hotter.

Then it exploded.

Like second nature you ground your heat against the rhythm of his tongue to intensify your rush as much as possible. You moaned loudly and uncontrollably at the sensation, completely consumed in the feeling. The cherry on top was Armin digging his fingertips into your thighs and forcing you closer to him, smothering himself.

"Fuck!" You shuddered, overstimulation leaving your muscles limp and waist jittering.

The only thing stopping Armin from his ministrations was your palm pressing against his forehead and pleading for him to give you time to breathe. You settled back against the sheets and gasped for air, letting the clouds swirling in your brain slowly fade - all but spent.

But a hand grasped your throat and jerked you from your laying position, quickly ripping you from your post-orgasm state.

"We're done when I saw we are."

[tacosandtomcos]

something i've realized: svtfoe's biggest flaw is that, due to the show essentially being 'made up as it went,' very few of the major events & actions have actual consequences. shock & style win out over substance & payoff. the morality is all sorts of whack & heavily protag centered. s3 & s4 should've moved past all that, but instead just. didn't do it. your thoughts? (alright to disagree, i'm still working it out myself)

oh that’s always considered to be a huge issue when it comes to doing stories in general, it’s ok to not have everything being planned out, but you should always have a clear beginning, middle, and end with your story and you should always keep track of character development, the canon lore, tings you need to explain or get back on, ect ect.

and i mean, if you’re an amateur fic writer who works by theirself and you forget some things that’s totally excusable.

But when you’re running a show with a large team whose trying to have this deep lore and expansive story, it’s more important then ever to keep track of all this and not be making things up as you go along.

You don’t HAVE to have a full plan for the blood moon after introducing it, but forgetting about it for a long time and then contradicting everything about it looks sloppy and lazy.

cause if the writers can just make things up as they go along and change things on a whim, you lose that connection with the audience. Why get invested in a plot point if the writers can just brush it to the side? Or pretend it never happened? Or downplay it?

and with characters too, marco being a knight on mewni is one of the biggest excuses as to why he and jackie split, something that’s supposed to affect his character.

but in “The Knight Shift” Marco’s like “Oh, don’t worry, I've been knighted like 10 times anyway”, and because they do this it completely takes away anything you could salvage out of why marco and jackie broke up.

They broke up over marco wanting to be something that didn’t matter to him at all except it did in that episode.

if you don’t keep track of this stuff, you’ll abandon plot points people were invested in, leave questions unanswered that people wanted to know, throw away continuity for characters and story beats, and make yourself look like you don’t have any idea what you’re doing and they audience no longer trusts you to end on a satisfying story.

one second tom’s really sorry because he knew the blood moon was affecting star and marco, the next he’s like “Oh, it’s nothing, it’s a fluke”.

Marco will care about the st O’s princesses, but they never come back after meteora attacks them.

Celena will be left ignored after being pointed out.

We never get any explanation about what happened to shastacan and globgor’s war crimes are entirely ignored as nothing, just like eclipsa’s spells when they shouldn't be.

They’ll have Tom go on about how he and star are hope for the future by being together despite breaking them off anyway and taking all meaning out of that scene entirely.

Alphonse will be entirely left unexplained despite how weird it should be for him to speak to marco and go to a ball that “Supposibly” did nothing for no reason.

and i think it says a lot that the fandom can come up with more compelling answers and outcomes then the crew could, because we payed attention, we actually put more thought into how these things worked or were connected.

and that’s why star’s world is so much fun to play with, it’s got so much to it we can get creative with and explore.

but it’s a shame the crew didn’t seem to care nearly as much about keeping things consistent and keeping track of what they needed to because it screwed them in the long run.

They’re throw away meaningful relationships and character development in an instant to get a ship together, not paying attention to the little things and prioritizing a couple over what would be better for the characters and what messages this mess sends.

They’ll kill magic without actually considering everything about it that’s been established and don’t even seem to consider the morals behind killing it either.

And look, Producer Dominic didn't help either.

He admitted that this was the case, but also denied it entirely (Noticeably when being accused of starco pandering might I add), and it’s not a good look for him to both act like it’s a good thing, or contradict himself constantly on it either.

 And look, maybe this was the end daron always planned, who knows, but it’s not earned and it’s not satisfying.

They shouldn't have gotten star and marco together, they shouldn’t have killed magic, and their time should’ve been put more towards wrapping up plot points and answering questions, the climax maybe finishing toffee’s promise or something...idk.

might not have been her end, but it would’ve been miles better then this so to me, they would’ve been better off changing it entirely to be more fitting and avoid all the icky implications that got set out because they crammed starco in how they did and because of the magical genocide and poorly thought out reasoning for it.

I still like the show, but it’s a fine example of what happens when you make things up as you go and change things instead of focusing on what you already have and giving those a well thought out and fitting ending.

This is acceptable for new writers, it’s not acceptable for professional show writers and the crew should’ve put a lot more focus on keeping track of their own show to give it the best outcome for everything they could’ve, whether it would’ve involved starco or not.

Because no matter how they paint it, those two getting together does not make the ending good or satisfying for the fans and honestly they’re worse off for trying to paint it otherwise.

[punkscowardschampions]

Junior & Nancy

Junior: What are you gonna do? Nancy: I've never had less of an idea Nancy: What can I do? Junior: I wish I knew for you Junior: But no, I don't Junior: By the time I worked it out, I knew it was too late but maybe if I'd said something to you, we could've avoided it playing out like this Junior: I'm sorry Nancy: Don't apologise to me, please, I can't start sobbing outside of this office Nancy: You've done nothing wrong. It's me who messed everything up Junior: I'm sorry, no wait, scrap that Junior: You can't help what you felt Junior: You're not the first person to get a crush, everyone's just acting like it for the drama of the thing Nancy: But I chose to act on it Nancy: You didn't see her face. It was... Nancy: I've got no words for it Junior: Oh, Nance Junior: There's no other way she could react, or would've Junior: I'm not judging but how did you get this caught up? Its not like you Nancy: I thought she wanted me to. Genuinely I'm not just making an excuse Nancy: We had a connection. The way we'd talk, I didn't imagine that, I can't have Junior: At best though, that could never be more than friendship, she's a married teacher, a straight one Junior: not to go over it now, you know Junior: What a mess Junior: Tristan is being Junior: its bad Nancy: He has a right to Nancy: I'm so stupid, oh my god Nancy: They couldn't hold of mum or dad yet but when they do... Junior: Yeah but, he's trying to make it something it ain't, get the anger but I wish he'd keep the gay hate to a minimum Junior: Oh God, babe Junior: how mortifying Junior: I'll find a hole to bury you in Nancy: Thanks Nancy: I've literally become a lesbian stereotype. The predatory one Nancy: If my brother ever finds out I'm gonna have to get you to bury him too Junior: We're doing our best to keep it on the DL, strictest of confidence Junior: but if your rents talk to mine, he'll suddenly take an interest no doubt, eurgh Junior: You weren't being predatory, at least, that's now how you meant it Junior: and she's in the position of power so she always had the upper hand to push you away Junior: which, I guess, she did in the end Junior: would've been helpful if she'd have clued up before now but we can't blame her Nancy: I'm gonna have to move back, aren't I? How can I stay here. I can't Nancy: I love her and I've done this to her Nancy: What if she loses her job because of me? I might have wanted him to leave her, or vice versa, but I never wanted that Junior: Not necessarily Junior: She won't Junior: Not to rub salt in an open wound but its very clear it came from you and not her Junior: Its not going to come to that Junior: There's only this year left, we can stick it out together, I've got you Junior: anyway, rumours follow, don't they? Idk how but that's the magic of teens, better if you face it head on Junior: own it in the ways you can Nancy: You make everything sound so straightforward, no play on words meant Nancy: I should have told you everything Junior: I get why you didn't Junior: it got to be real when it was just in your head Junior: wow, sounds harsh but, yeah? Nancy: I'm gonna hear much worse Nancy: At least you're coming for a good place Junior: We need to decide on your side of the story, so we can stick to it Nancy: What's the point? Everyone already knows what happened Junior: Yeah, there's definitely the key facts you're not gonna be able to run from Junior: but its all about how you sell it Nancy: What are you saying I should do? I can't throw her under the bus Junior: No, of course not Junior: I'm not explaining it well 'cos I can't do it myself Junior: but you know, the old, hold your head up high regardless of how you're really feeling Junior: acting as if you're not as phased as you are, too, not lying about what happened, just acting as like its less of a thing so people will get bored, you know? Nancy: Have you met my mum? Holding my head up high won't be a problem Nancy: Casually trained at it Junior: Yeah, no, good Junior: I know its gonna be hard Junior: but it will help this all be over sooner Nancy: That'd be nice Nancy: It's new for the rumor mill but not me Junior: How long? Nancy: Since I came here, pretty much Junior: Oh, honey Junior: That's such a long time to have those kind of feelings Nancy: I know Nancy: How did I get here? Junior: I dunno Junior: We all build things up in our minds, fantasies and that Junior: it just got out of hand because it was uncheck Junior: like I said, you're not the first or last Junior: Its okay, it will be alright Nancy: You're only saying that to make me feel better, I get that, but it's kind of working anyway Junior: I'm honestly not Junior: You know what went down wasn't cool but I think the outcome is more than enough punishment without me needing to be a dick about it Nancy: but I wouldn't blame you if you were Nancy: You asked me so many times who I fancied, if I'd just said, it would have stopped it, I would have come to my senses enough not to try and kiss her Junior: But you wanted to Junior: more than you wanted to be logical and sensible Junior: for better, or worse, as its transpired Junior: its easy to beat yourself up about it now Nancy: I should've beat myself up before hand Nancy: Repeatedly over the head Junior: I'll get you a time-turner and a mallet, like Nancy: Much appreciated Nancy: Can you arrange a bodyguard too, for Rio more than Tristan tbh Nancy: She's gonna be livid Junior: Not with you Junior: She'll get it better than me, she's had her fair share of crushes, I'm sure Nancy: Have you really not? Nancy: Envy you at this point Junior: Nope Junior: I'm like a sexless slug Nancy: They have a nicer label for that, to let you know Junior: Yeah, I'm not into that Junior: Never say never, you know Nancy: Unlike you have my judgement Nancy: Unless* Nancy: Never say never with your straight, married, teacher Junior: When is it okay to laugh cos like Nancy: Go ahead Nancy: We have to Nancy: I can't cry rn and still face everyone Nancy: I'm not THAT good at holding my head high Junior: are you gonna take some time off or just Junior: face it from the jump Nancy: I think if I walk away it'll just make it harder to come back Nancy: If I'm staying here then I need to carry on Junior: Agreed, from that POV, definitely the best thing to do Junior: but don't force yourself to do things you can't Junior: we can go cry in the toilets whenever you need, okay? Nancy: Have a gorgeous mascara moment Nancy: Maybe my mum will force on a flight back to London Junior: Maybe Junior: Or roll up on you here Junior: such fun Nancy: Oh god, she probably will Nancy: I know I brought it on myself but....please no Nancy: Parent swap with me really quick? Junior: They'd despair but give it my best Junior: At least your Dad is going to be too awkward to say anything Junior: Small blessing Nancy: I wish that was a like father like son trait Junior: Thank god for the mute button Junior: shame it doesn't cover all communications, including IRL Nancy: Honestly Nancy: If I thought I hated Irish class before Junior: Yeah, no escaping how bad that's gonna be Junior: 😬 Nancy: If I pretend I've had a straight awakening now will that make it better or worse Nancy: She turned me everybody, nothing to see here Junior: I think it'll take you from the butt of the gay jokes to the butt of the slag ones Junior: which might be easier to handle but Junior: might have to display some straightness and we're not a convincing couple to say the least Nancy: Plus you're my cousin Nancy: That'd just create more rumors Junior: Yeah preferably you're going straight for someone not in the fam Junior: Idk, who are the most elligible bachelors around Junior: Hmm Nancy: Tristan's off the table Nancy: Lovehate only happens in YA Junior: Plus, all that rage, probably closeted himself, if we're following the rules of YA to the letter Nancy: And if we're going classical, he probably wants to sleep with his mum too Junior: 🤢 Junior: oh no Junior: flip the script on 'em, go for a younger boy Junior: preferably not weird young, like year below tops Nancy: Oh god Nancy: Boys are so Nancy: Even hypothetically it's a no Junior: 😂 Junior: I don't think you're gonna be pulling this off effectively any time soon Nancy: You're right. Back to the drawing board I go Nancy: Thanks, June, for talking me off the ledge Junior: Wouldn't be worth much as a bestie if I didn't Junior: we've got this Junior: it only FEELS like the end of the world Junior: that's comforting, right? 😏 Nancy: Until I think about how bad you said Tristan is handling what happened Junior: Yeah, well, reckon Rio will be having words Junior: he just needs to get it out of his system Junior: look sufficiently sorry and miserable and he should be satisfied, then you can get on with your life, like Nancy: I do feel sorry and miserable so as long as I can get it across instead of looking like a unrepentant bitch Nancy: We'll see Junior: Yeah Junior: he's not awful, like Junior: It probably sucks having teacher parents, but that ain't a reason to take out years of frustration on this sitch Nancy: He can't be that bad, she raised him Junior: Oh, babe Junior: you've got it so bad Nancy: I wish there was a mute button for feelings Junior: You've got to start putting in the work Junior: Conscious uncoupling Nancy: That'll be as much fun as having the chat with my parents Junior: I didn't promise fun Junior: Strictly business Nancy: This is why lesbians die at the end of every movie, isn't it? Nancy: No fun Junior: Mhmm, its not just bed death you've gotta avoid Junior: its alright, you've been scorned, that'll further your plot development, no need to die today Nancy: Just living with the heartbreak then. Fantastic Junior: Unfortunately Junior: Its survivable, so I'm told Junior: and there's lots of songs and films on the subject to keep you company Nancy: You're angling for a hetero rom-com watching session because the male leads are always hot. I see you Junior: You need some straight drama in your life Junior: it will make you feel so much better about your own Nancy: Her being straight was a big part of my drama Junior: Yes and no Junior: Even if she was gay, Nance, it wouldn't have happened, alright? Junior: You need to remember that Junior: what if you have a nice lesbian lecturer at Uni, you don't wanna go through this again, thinking it'll be different Junior: its a no go whatever the circumstances Nancy: I know Nancy: I'm trying Nancy: I don't want to go through this again Junior: I know Junior: Its a complete perspective overhaul Junior: It'll take time Junior: you'll get there Nancy: I better Nancy: I don't wanna be stuck here in this place Junior: You won't be Junior: You've got a whole life of new, better experiences waiting Nancy: Brain swap? If I was as smart as you I could graduate early Junior: You're plenty smart, its truly not that far off now Junior: Final stretch Nancy: You're right. It just feels like forever rn Nancy: My own fault Junior: It does though Junior: clock watching all day every day Nancy: Definitely Nancy: Same