#its weird in the show. it feels like they got it backwards

[stevethehairington]

okay im 6 episodes into fellow travelers and damn this really is a WHOLE different thing than the book. like they kept a FEW of the same characters and like some of the very most basic foundations of it but d a m n they changed SO much

[coralinnii]

❋ Crushing on a game character ❋ ↳ bonus: he kinda reminds you of your bf feat ⎸Leona ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack ⭑ Kalim genre ⎸fluff, humour note ⎸no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is kinda oblivious and scatterbrained. 

part one

Ugghh, the disgusted looks this man would give. Stop, I can’t handle the judgemental stares! 

Jokes aside, Leona’s not really going to care too much. It’s your life so you can like whatever you want so long as it doesn’t bother him. 

He may look like he isn’t listening to you as you gush about your ult fav, but he’s listening enough to get the gist of this fictional character that seems to capture your attention. 

“He sounds like a real jerk. You got some weird taste” 

“He’s actually a good guy, I swear!” 

“Well, for a good guy he sure acts like an as-“ 

Am I getting too meta on this?

Despite his supposed indifference, he pays enough attention to notice some similarities appearance-wise between him and your favorite character and of course he had to point it out at any given chance. 

“Can’t get your mind off of me, can ya?”

He can sleep through your gaming and your giggling well enough, and at the end of the day he’s the one that gets to have you in his arms as you fall asleep after a long gaming session.

But soon, you started buying some merch. At first, it was just some photo cards and keychains so it’s nothing too crazy. He almost can’t believe that people would actually spend time and money collecting those kinds of things. But when he realized that he could quell your anger a lot better now by handing you merch he made Ruggie get, he can’t complain about an easy out. 

Then the bigger stuff started coming in, and Leona starts to notice that this fictional bastard is taking more than just space in your phone. He doesn’t like sharing what’s his, fictional or not.

“You can’t be serious” 

Your lips curled into a pout as you glanced back at your new purchase that somehow offended Leona for some reason. “What? It looks cool, doesn’t it?” 

Leona doesn’t agree as he stood face to face with the monstrosity sitting on your desk.

A giant figurine of a certain character he’s starting to think he’s seeing way too much of.

It was a detailed piece with decor and props surrounding the character, showing off more of its 3D splendor. The smug expression on the figure, regardless if simply painted on, made Leona growled under his breath as it rubbed him the wrong way.

Your beastman boyfriend was waiting for you in his bedroom when the school day was done, expecting some quality time with his mate. Instead, he was practically left forgotten when you heard that a package was dropped off for you and you were excited to unbox your long-awaited splurge. Leona finally got your attention when he unceremoniously burst through your bedroom doors to find you rearranging your desk to fit your new figure.

“The damn thing is takin’ up your whole desk,” Leona sneered down at the piece of clay as though it offended his honor. “And it’s ugly as hell” 

“How dare you! He’s a masterpiece!” Leona felt a vein tense on his forehead. Did you really have to call it a he? “Besides, I still have space on my desk and just looking at him while I study relaxes me” 

As if to prove your point, you bent down to gaze at your new figure and a fond smile immediately found its place on your face. You playfully tapped the top of your character’s head, giddy as you took in the well-crafted design of the model. 

Leona on the other hand, can only feel a headache forming as he has to watch his lover go gaga over a cheap piece of clay (cheap to him, maybe!). It’s one thing to have your attention away from him when you're gaming, but he’s not gonna fight with a freaking toy for your loving looks outside of that. He’s the boyfriend here. 

You felt yourself pulled back by your collar, making you fall backwards unceremoniously onto your bed. You wanted to get up but Leona immediately joined you, trapping you as he laid his body atop of you, wrapping both his arms and his tail to keep you in his hold. He didn’t say anything but you could see his flattened ears and a sour expression across his face. 

“Do you really not like it?” You asked him, carefully caressing his head in hopes to ease his tense ears. Leona tried to ignore your question but one glance at your worried look just wouldn’t let him. 

“It’s fine… now stop talkin’ and just sleep already.” Quickly snuffing the conversation, Leona pulled you close to rest his head on you, being lulled by your heartbeat. Leona isn’t gonna tell you to stop if you really like this stuff, but his time with you is not negotiable. 

His first thought was how obsessi- I mean passionate you must be. 

Though, having been around Idia and even Jade long enough, Azul wouldn’t be that surprised as he assumed that this sort of infatuation with such a trivial thing is not something uncommon. Not something he would do but not surprised if you have something you like to such an extent. 

Azul would be curious and have many questions about your fixation. What’s enticing you so? How is it addicting for you? How can he possibly market on this- 

Being a doting partner, Azul would let you play your game in his office while he works on some paperwork. But Azul would secretly listen to you as you gush about the game and your favorite character. 

And I mean, ACTUALLY listen. He remembers your expressions as you ramble about that character’s favorite food or how good he looks in his new “skin” as you call it. He’s very attentive and he does find your goofy smiling very cute. 

But if this goes on, Azul might start to get worried. Is this character perhaps your ideal type all along? This suave and admittedly well-designed game character better suits your fancy than anything or anyone else. 

Azul would start comparing himself to this fictional character and wondered…is that who you wanted? 

You were starting to worry about your boyfriend so you made your way to his office. He seemed to be a lot busier lately and you noticed there were more papers on his desk than the usual contracts and bills. However, whenever you near him Azul was quick to hide certain things on his desk from your sight which you tried to convince yourself that something like that should be expected considering the confidential documents he may have as an owner of an establishment. But the way he forces a tight-lipped smile when he does so…it leads your mind to upsetting thoughts.

Working to dispel those thoughts, you knocked on his door but there was no response. That was strange since Jade assured you that the Housewarden was in his office and Azul would always respond back from beyond the door. 

Your worries deepened, you carefully opened the door just slightly in case Azul was actually preoccupied with a client. Thankfully, you saw no one on the guest seats and when you pushed the door further, you noticed your fair-haired boyfriend slouched in his seat pouring over some papers, mumbling to himself. 

“Azul?” 

Your voice startled the merman as he flinched out from his trance, his hands accidentally scattering his papers off his desk and close to your feet. 

“Ah no, wait!” Azul yelled in panic but you already took a good look at what was printed on the sheets of paper. 

It was your current favorite from the game you’ve been playing, with facts taken from the game lore as well as from fan theories. There were also pictures of his CGs with special dialogues catered to the players. 

Upon closer inspection, you soon noticed written memos and certain sections highlighted on these fact sheets, all in Azul’s intricate handwriting. 

Light-colored attire… prince-like aesthetic 

Skilled with swords…athletic appeal? 

Potential date sites? Food-sharing ideas….Hand-holding opportunities…

Littered all over the papers were scribbles as such which made you initially assume that it was for research purposes only. However, between these notes were details about you which made you rethink that assumption. 

You saw your personal interests, your food preferences, whether you would enjoy such date scenarios. Notes pondering if you would enjoy such a thing or if you find this attractive on Azul. 

Your boyfriend must have gone through so many websites, forums, and postings to find this much information without playing the game. Heck, you recognized some of these CGs from mini events that weren’t promoted as much as others. All this detailed research…you smiled at how adorably Azul-like of him. 

Azul eventually built his courage to break the awkward silence. “I can explain, my dear” 

You raised your brow but nodded. “Ok”

“I became intrigued by your fixation of this game and decided on checking on myself the appeals of this game” Azul pushed his glasses to cover his nervous countenance. “I must say, I am quite impressed with the details this company puts into their characters. Perhaps I can find some way to implement these elements into Mostro Lounge as a limited time event” 

You couldn't help but chuckle seeing Azul trying to compose himself, but the flushing of his pale skin betrays him. “I see. Well needless to say, I agree with your thoughts from what I can see, especially the date scenarios”

Your tease successfully flustered your Azul even more, but you want to fluster your cute lover further “While I do like the aesthetic of the handsome, princely type…” 

Azul watched you approach him at his desk, wary of the cheeky look on your face. Smiling, you proceeded to surprise him with a kiss on his face, teasingly close to his beauty mark. 

“…I like the very cute and clever merman better” 

How skilled you are to turn an octopus boiling red without fire.

Very confused. He understands that people have their own preferences and interests but he’s just…so, so confused. 

He supports you and your passions but you will have to explain the concepts like “simping” and “biases” to him. Very much a normie, but a supportive one. 

He makes sure that you balance your gaming life with your personal life, which means no late night gaming, no 3AM game check-ins, and he paces your grinding sessions with breaks. 

We don’t deserve him 

He would notice that your favorite character seems to be a beastman like him, but doesn’t connect the reason why you would be so infatuated with this silent wolf-like character in particular. 

Such a coincidence they look similar to each other, huh… 

He would chastise you if you get too absorbed into the game but he does respect your dedication and your gaming knowledge. 

If you offer, he wouldn’t mind trying out the game you love so much just so he can understand your interest better. 

“Ughh, I lost” 

You laughed as you watched your tall boyfriend groan, ruffling his hair in frustration. Jack decided to finally try out your new obsession and after a quick crash-course explanation from you, Jack tried his hand at the battle portion of the game. It ended unfortunately in his defeat as all his players died and the screen on your phone darkened. 

“You were really good for your first time, though” you tried to cheer him up. “Sometimes it just comes down to luck” 

You could tell however that Jack was still bummed about his loss, his tail slowly flicking around and his ears flattening on his head. 

“This is actually pretty tough” Jack grumbled under his breath, not realizing how complicated the game mechanics were. “I always thought you were amazing with how good you were at this game but wow…” 

“This man, complimenting me like it’s nothing…” 

Trying to cover your flustered expression, you crawled over to your boyfriend who was currently sitting down. Gently, you pushed his arms in order to climb onto his lap, your back resting against his chest which flinched upon your touch. You took back your phone from Jack’s hands. 

“Here, I’ll show you some stuff to boost your chances” you looked to your boyfriend, who went suspiciously quiet…quieter than usual. “Jack?” 

You could feel how Jack immediately stiffened at his name before he slightly yelled out his response “Right, got it!” 

Stifling your laugh, you made yourself comfortable as you continued with your gaming. Although, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your waist, and a fluffy tail resting on your legs.   

Another clueless but supportive partner. 

Kalim’s really glad you have something you really love and is happy to hear you talk for hours about anything and everything related to the game and your favorite game character. 

“He can do that? Wow!” “What? That’s such a sad story, poor guy!” 

He understands why you would like this character, seeing how jovial and sweet-natured your ult fav seem to be. 

“What a real nice guy, you must really like these types of guys, huh?”

“Yea…guess I do” 

He’ll go to conventions with you, even wait in long lines with you, and listen to fan theories while not understanding a single thing, all because seeing you so happy is worth it.

You will have to be the one with self-control because the moment Kalim finds out there’s merch out there, he’s buying them without hesitation. 

Even the less…subtle merchandise out there 

“Kalim…where did you get this?” 

“Do you like it? I saw this while searching for stuff you might like” 

You questioned what Kalim thought of you if he assumed that this would be something you like, because you’re faced with a large body pillow of your bias character laying on your bed, with your boyfriend joyously showing it off. The picture printed on the cover showcased your favorite character in a cute pose, which you were honestly grateful for because you wouldn’t know the best reaction to have if Kalim bought a less than school-friendly image. 

“It’s…wow” despite the insanity of the situation, you started to smile in amusing absurdity “I mean…I never thought I would have the chance to hold a body pillow, let alone have a cute looking one” 

Kalim, oblivious as ever, grinned as he assumed you were happy with his purchase “Right?! I heard from some people at the convention that pillows like these were really popular!” 

Ah, so that’s where he learned about this side of the fandom. Kalim is such an easy guy to talk with so he would occasionally start conversations with other convention attendees despite being a “normie”, so to speak. 

“I managed to get one commissioned with the fluffiest pillow I could get.” Grabbing the pillow, Kalim proudly held it out in front of you. “Here, feel it!” 

You did what your boyfriend asked, and your eyes widened at luxurious sensations under your fingertips. “Holy crap, this is so soft! And the picture quality is super good too” 

Any experience or expectations you had about body pillows is now blown out of the park as you can’t imagine anything ever beating the softness and quality of this body pillow. Heck, your regular pillows can’t be compared to the feeling of heaven you’re feeling. 

Kalim grinned at you, satisfaction and joy clear on his cute face. Gently, the tanned man pulled you onto your bed, making you lay onto the mattress with your boyfriend and your new body pillow. Wrapping his arms around you, you were now sleeping between the Housewarden and your printed-out ult bias. 

“See, even if I can’t be here, you still have something with you when you’re tired” Kalim’s ruby eyes shined with affection. “Though I don’t ever want to leave your side, I wanna make sure you’re never alone even if I can’t be with you”    

Internally screaming, you swore to protect this cinnamon roll.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Kai with cry baby reader, who likes gardening & crotchet <3 HCs

(a little specific, obviously had to add a little smut in here)

You’d met Kai in the strangest way.

You were leaving a parking lot outside your local Family Fare supermarket. You’d forward parked in the bay, in your micro, electric blue hatchback. As you were reversing, you didn’t realise that the car across from your bay was also reversing out. Hopelessly, you ended up hitting the other car, rear bumper to rear bumper. The slight jolt of your car definitely sent you into a panic. With your heart accelerating in your chest, you adjusted your rear view mirror to see that you had, in fact, hit someone, and the person in that car was driving forward into their bay. Opting to do the same, you took a deep breath before readying yourself to apologise to the owner of the other car. Unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, you didn’t have to walk far until you were face to face with a very angry-looking man. He snarled at you, as you cowered backwards, pressing your back against your car in fear.

“What the fuck?! What do you think you’re doing? Do you not have any fucking eyes?” The man continued to scream until he finally calmed down, and saw that tears were cascading down your face.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t- I didn’t see you! I’ll pay for the damage,” you pathetically pleaded with him once you got the chance to get a word in. You weren’t good at confrontation, and you certainly weren’t good with getting on anyone’s bad side. He looked at you with concern, and for some strange reason was tempted to reach out and wipe away your tears.

He was good at sensing when someone was lying, or if they were an overall bad person. But he didn’t see that in you. What he did see was that you didn’t have any bad intentions, and that you were quite vulnerable. It didn’t help that you were wearing a pair of dark wash denim overalls and one strap had slid down your shoulder, revealing the entirety of the tiny striped bandeau you wore underneath.

“Look, don’t cry please,” he found himself reaching out and squeezing your shoulder as some sort of way to comfort you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you stared up at him. He must be short tempered, the same way you were easily upset. He looked sort of alternative, his hair was long, and blue and he wore all black. It was quite different to the guy you’d usually find yourself standing across from. He didn’t seem much older than you, and looking back, it was weird that you’d called him sir.

“Hey listen, how about I get you a coffee, and we forget about all this. I don’t think there’s really much damage to my car anyway.”

For some reason, maybe it was the guilt, you agreed.

The coffee shop date was the first of many. You find yourself really liking Kai, and despite his flaws, you thought he had good intentions. He never made you feel uncomfortable, and often joked about how you both first met.

Kai wasn’t shy to compliment you. You’d awoken a side in Kai no one ever thought he had. He loved calling you baby and sweetheart. His eyes lit up every time they found you, and despite his usually scary demeanour, he’d melt into a soft, sorry-excuse for (what he defined was) a man.

The first time you invited Kai back to your apartment to meet your housemate was definitely memorable. Never in a million years did she think she’d see you with a guy like Kai. Kai tried his hardest to sit through the thorough interrogation he got, even though he wanted to slam his fists down on the table and tell her to shut the fuck up. Maybe you were turning him into a better person?

Seeing your bedroom was definitely a shock for Kai. He learnt so much about you by just seeing where you lived. It was definitely different to what he was used to.

“I want to show you something!” You grab onto his big hand and pull him into the direction of where your bed was. Sprawled across its surface, a pastel blue Afghan blanket.

“I made it! It took me almost three days but.. isn’t it beautiful!”

Kai’s eyes widen as you pull the crocheted blanket off the edge of your bed and hold it to your chest. You really were wholesome. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile just at the glimmer of pride and joy in your eyes.

“And this! It’s called propagation!” Kai stands back as you hold what looked like a sprout of a plant in a test tube of water.

“Looks great baby,” he’d kiss you on the forehead and spend the next hour listening to you explain why you started to crotchet and keep a garden. It wasn’t anything of interest to him, but because you enjoyed it so much, it made him happy. He did learn, though, that one day you wanted to own a big plot of land, so you could have a huge garden and your own animals. He saw himself there with you.

After a few weeks, you’d decided to make Kai his first blanket. For reasons unknown to you, he seemed to really like a unique type of smiley face. It was even the wallpaper on his phone. When you’d asked about it, he brushed it off, saying that he thought it was “cool” and “just a random smiley face”. You thought that it would make for a good blanket.

When you showed up to your next date with a small gift bag, it certainly spiked Kai’s interests.

“What’s that?” He asked, as he leaned down and planted a firm kiss against your soft lips. “Something I made for you,” you answer shyly, your face hot from anticipation. You really wanted him to like it. “You didn’t have to do that sweetheart,” Kai gushes, like the big, soft teddy bear you’d turned him into. “I wanted to! Have a look!” Kai opens the bag and peers inside, his face lighting up into the biggest smile as he pulls out the cobalt-blue blanket.

“Baby… holy shit, this is incredible!” Kai laughs in disbelief as he runs his fingers over the crocheted threads. When Kai notices that the blanket has some red detailing, he sprawls it out across the table, and then his heart sinks.

“Do you like it? Look, it’s the smiley face you like!” You just giggled proudly to yourself as Kai stood frozen. He knew you had no idea what it meant and it reminded him how guilty he felt for keeping it from you. He shook his head quickly to snap out of it, before leaning over to give you a grateful kiss. You were his escape from reality.

“You’re truly amazing and so talented, I love it! Thank you baby.”

Soon Kai would find himself sitting back in a deck chair and watching you as you fussed over the garden on your balcony. Sometimes, he’d even step in to help when you dragged him into it. Gardening isn’t something he ever thought he’d like, but, somehow it was proving to relax his usually racing mind.

“Kai! Our first strawberry!” You’d tug at the strawberry vine, and hold the fruit up proudly between your fingertips. Kai’s cold heart melted just hearing you call it “ours”. You situate yourself in Kai’s lap, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, and feeding him the fresh strawberry with the other. Kai thought it tasted better than any strawberry he’d ever had, purely because you’d grown it.

You began to wonder why Kai never invited you over to his place. Every time you’d bring it up, just like the smiley face, he’d have some sort of vague excuse.

“My sister is there, she’s always got people over. There just isn’t much privacy.” “Privacy?” You’d ask, staring at him with doe-like eyes, “what do we need that for?”

Kai would distract you from your question for the next 30 minutes by sitting you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He knew the best way to keep you from worrying was to make you cum. That, or you might cry.

“Kai?” You voice quivered as Kai gently opened your legs and slid a hand into your shorts. Almost immediately your head would fall back to rest against his shoulder, as the pads of his fingertips toy with your clit from over your panties.

“Do you like when I touch you like that, baby?” He’d ask with his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You’d make no attempt at a reply, lost in your own head by his delicate touch. His fingers would eventually pull your panties to the side, and his slick fingers would run from your entrance up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, blissfully back and forth between your folds. Your hips would buckle to chase the pressure building between your legs. Even you had to admit, no one could make you come like Kai could.

You were good at making blankets and clothes and harvesting small gardens, and he was good at pleasuring you. He’d whisper praise in your ear, telling you how proud he was of you, how wet you were for him, and how much of a good girl you were for letting go for him.

Keeping you happy and satisfied was Kai’s way of making up for all the bad things he’d done in the past.

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎE ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

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》 Friendship Bracelets - Hobart "Hobie" Brown - Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

　－　In which your set of bracelets end up getting destroyed on a mission and Hobie replaces them with his own.

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Your mind can’t seem to focus on the words that Miguel is saying. They come to you in mumbles, the debriefing you’re supposed to be paying attention to going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t on purpose; the importance of the mission was made quite clear from the moment it was assigned to you and Hobie a week prior. At some point between its conclusion and the debriefing with Miguel, however, your mind became distant.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, though; at least not for Hobie Brown, a guy who despite his carefree and relaxed nature, was more observant than what others believed. The way you continued to paw at the space on your wrist was more than enough to tell the punk what’s been bothering you.

“Mission’s done, crisis avoided, lives saved,” Hobie eventually drones, having heard enough of the overbearing lecture from the older, much more nuanced, Spiderman, of whom he’d have less of a care than the dirt under his boots, “can we go now, yeah? Day’s still young, I’d rather spend it kickin’ and prancin’ on my own time.”

Hobie has always had a special way of pissing off Miguel - perhaps it was the attitude he never once failed to show to the elder, or perhaps it was because of the lack of control Miguel held over the younger -  but nevertheless, a huff and a grumble from the leader dismisses the pair to be off on their own endeavors.

“I hate that I lost them.” you mumble out while walking down the hallway, your strides double the pace of Hobie’s in order to keep your paces matching. He’s got his hands in his leather jacket pockets, head tilted forward and proud. “Lost what?”

“My bracelets,” you lament, “that stupid anomaly messed me up and my bracelet got destroyed. Ugh, I knew I should have put them away before traveling out to that dimension.” There’s a pout on your face that makes Hobie frown - he hates to see any of his mates upset. “He said it was pretty bad there, I should’ve listened.”

“Piss-Face says it’s bad everywhere, can’t take him seriously, birdie,” Hobie says, “besides, wasn’t your fault. It’s part of your get up, ain’t it?”

“Kinda,” you reply, “I just had them for so long, I feel so…bare without ‘em.”

Hobie’s strides take him a few paces ahead of you, turning to walk backwards instead so he can face you. He gives you a once over, chuckling, “You’re right; you look mad weird without em.”

“Not funny, Hobie!” You frown, but the creases in your forehead then turn to confusion when he tosses something your way. Catching it between your hands, you open your palms to see the set of bracelets you’d believed to be destroyed in the battle; tied and combined with a piece of what you assume to be a studded band of Hobie’s.

“Good thing you got a friend who knows how to mend, yeah?” He chimes with a knowing smirk.

“How did you-?” You begin to ask, but the taller Spider brushes it off before you have a chance to address it any further.

“I’m starved, hope they have something good at the cafeteria today,” dark wicks  dance as he turns forward once again, the destination set in his mind, as he turns back to you, “you comin’ or what?”

A moment passes before a much more pleasant smile that Hobie knows your for graces your lips, as you slip on the bracelet and walk in stride with him once more to the cafeteria.

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[familyagrestefanblog]

There is this ongoing thing with Adrien drawing back from kissing Marinette all the time, which at this point in "Collution" doesnt make sense anymore as him just 'backing out'. "Emotion" too brought this up already as legitimate issue Adrinette is going through that after the ending of "Adoration" every single time Adrinette tried to kiss, Adrien stopped it and even ran away.

This is a great opportunity for me to FINALLY talk about this massive subtext plot that started for real with the end of "Adoration" but up til now I didn't know from which angle I should approach an analysis post about it. This kissing detail being back and visually more elaborated on is EXACTLY what I needed!

In "Collusion" we see that Adrien's facial expression looks like as if an older order put in him is lighting up for a second preventing him from kissing her:

I mean, the shot composition is even purposfully leading your eyes towards Adrien's head with the background wall for example. It's clear who you're supposed to focus on the most.

"Emotion" already implied it through dialog but "Collusion" now pretty much proves that the one time on-screen we saw Adrien draw back from Marinette in "Emotion" wasn't merely caused by the damn phone (although this isnt the first time something weird happens with Adrien's phone this season) or an order somehow given in real time as one would assume, every single time after "Adoration" where Adrinette tried to kiss, Adrien seems to be stopped by an order Gabriel gave him after Gabriel turned Adrien into a puppet in the end scene and Marinette was so worried about if Adrien might be in danger in his home, but tried to remain hopeful:

This is something I figured for a while now. That we were supposed to feel exactly what Marinette is feeling here. She has no idea if Gabriel is doing something to Adrien and if its bad. She is the the outside person, she doesnt know whats happening in that house and she can't help Adrien once he's in it alone with his father. All she can do is hoping that there is another explaination.

Though that turns out to be wishful-thinking, because "Emotion" in fact has already told us that Gabriel did something to Adrien on this evening in "Adoration" after Adrien was forced back inside and Gabriel kept on and on twisting and using the ring while creeping backwards where WE know exactly that Adrien has just returned inside. They would have met in the foyer.

There is nothing far-fetched about a conversation having taken place once Marinette was gone and in my opinion it feels more like wishful denial to say that Gabriel 100% totally did not go to talk to his son. I mean, Adrinette was straight up about to have their first kiss right in Gabriel's view and that right after the events of "Protection", the episode right before "Adoration":

Re-enforcing to Adrien through harsher means to not be in a relationship with Marinette seems like a fitting punishment order Gabriel would pull after "Adoration's" horror show ending.

Give me a logical reason for why that wouldnt have been a realistic thing to happen? A reason that please isnt rooted in the logic of "we didnt see it when we followed Marinette's pov and therefore nothing happened". Cause I sure followed Marinette's pov and she ended this episode very alarmed and concerned.

Alarmed and concerned for a very good reason. The entirety of "Emotion" then goes on and on and ON about asking WHY Adrien is acting so weird and WHY he hasn't told Marinette about the Diamond Ball:

This question is a central theme all through the entire episode, and in the end the truth about Adrien's silence gets revealed.

Marinette herself has no idea and everyone else in this episode is also just giving their best guess of what makes the most sense for them. But that doesn't mean anybody actually got this right. And we know that because in the end Adrien outright SAYS that he didnt mention it because his father ORDERED him not to:

And then Adrien's and Gabriel's father son talk elaborates on that further from Gabriel's perspective:

I don't know what to tell you, it's right THERE. Adrien did not tell Marinette because Gabriel forbit it. It was an order Adrien couldnt go up against because it explicitly stated that Adrien is not allowed to tell Marinette specifically about the Diamond Ball. And as we saw in "Emotion" this order manifested in Adrien panicking around Marinette and lying in a way that at least somewhat still contained the truth:

I really find it upsetting when people victim-blame Adrien for not rebelling and "being brave" the way Félix and Kagami do (or even worse, compare him to Marinette who isnt a Sentihuman at all) because unlike them Adrien is not wearing his own amok AND is unfortunate enough to have both his parental figures wear them, so of course there are alot of direct interactions.

But if that one moment in "Collusin", where Adrien talks back at his father, indeed showcased Nathalie giving Adrien the means to really fight back for a moment by having laid her ring hand on Adrien's so one of his amoks would for the first time touch his skin and making it possible to nullify Gabriel's order depending on how passionately Adrien is against it, then this was a first taste of what Adrien would be like if he were given full control over himself:

Nathalie did that on purpose to protect Adrien from Gabriel and enable him to choose his own happiness as Emilie wished, which is what we saw moments before:

Adrien in "Emotion" and "Pretention" was not a 'coward', that is such disgusting victim-blaming against a person who is literally mind-controlled by their parent without even knowing it for their entire life. It's like giving Kagami shit for giving her amok back to her mother when Tomoe demands it, as if Kagami KNOWS that her ring holds her entire mental and physical autonomy. These poor children have it horrible enough being literally almost enslaved to their parents demands from the day they were born for some sort of sick purpose. Cool that Marinette doesn't have that problem at all and Félix doesn't have it anymore so THEY are able to do whatever they want, but they have no business being held as the golden standard.

This is about Kagami and Adrien who are still being taken advantage of and lied to ever since birth from the people who are supposed to love and protect them. Yes, they act weird and nerve-wreckingly sometimes and in ways that apparently dissappoints you because - of course - if you were a Sentihuman half enslaved and kept in the dark by your parent you would just choose to not have those problems, no biggie, but unfortunately Adrien and Kagami arent you.

They're weird and frustrated. Weird, frustrated, exhausted and abused little half-slaves, left in the dark and still minors so they cant escape anyway.

These things matter.

DETAILS matter.

Details like between the ending of "Adoration" and "Emotion" the episode has Marinette tell us that there was a time skip we didnt see in which Adrien has been acting very weird:

New and suspicious extremes MATTER.

Gabriel crossed a massive line by turning Adrien into a literal puppet at the end of "Adoration" seemingly for the first time from a further distance, since this seems to be the first time THIS happened in Adrien's head:

The fact alone that this was the instance where Gabriel crossed such a fundamental line is already a give-away that whatever is about to follow from Gabriel as Adrien's father from this moment onwards will be on an even more extreme layer of abusive. Which we know to be true from all the episodes afterwards.

But even if you wanna ignore all that, Marinette is then increasingly more worried about Adrien's safety in his home and everything regarding his father and has to truly face for the first time her underlying fear of "what if Gabriel isnt just a bad father?" and "What if Adrien is even being hurt in some way?" although she tried to approach it from deflecting angles until Gabriel talked to her in "Pretention".

But more and more Marinette is learning in what hellhole Adrien has been living in for all his life.

Because, you know, that is the case with highly abusive parents and its something one very likely has to face when one enteres a relationship. This is perfectly realistic, just the abuse method is fantasy. Something the show is not yet letting any of the children besides Félix know yet.

But we KNOW that Adrien is a Sentihuman at his abusive father's mercy and "Emotion" tells us that Marinette's concern at the end of "Adoration" was correct. Gabriel DID do something to Adrien but we, just like Marinette, couldnt fully see it because the biggest portion of the abuse happened behind closed doors as most abuse does. And Marinette, just like us, was left wondering what just happened to Adrien when she saw something disturbing happen to him which may stand in connection to his father.

And she, just like us, asks herself if he's even safe living with this man (no he isnt) when THIS is what happend to Adrien just being near his home and father:

And just like Marinette WE were supposed to find Adrien's silence after this concerning. Marinette read this correctly but she doesnt know yet how to properly interpret all of Adrien's types of silence and the family contexts surrounding it.

Adrien didnt tell Marinette about the Diamond Ball because Gabriel silenced his son, something that Adrien himself wouldnt properly recognize as such and only blames himself for as a failure on his part.

Who cares what the other characters' guesses are for why he didnt say anything? The only two people who truly know why Adrien didnt tell her are Adrien and Gabriel themselves because that's the abusive parent and his abused child. And that's the truth Marinette should be after. Not the one she prefers to be true and she is finally making good progress on that front.

And we can take the silencing in "Emotion" even further, because that wasn't the only time skip + silencing situation we had.

Just like in between "Adoration" and "Emotion", there is yet another significant time skip very cleverly handled - and almost hidden - between "Emotion" and "Pretention". We know that there is a time skip because once again Adrinette tells us:

Honestly, no doubt they will go back to these important time skips in season 6 or 7, there is so much important Marinette development for her love-related anxiety alone deliberately skipped before and after "Emotion" because of what it was entangled with. Not to mention everything else!

Optional rant ahead, I need to get this out of my system for a second: "Emotion" still barely makes sense and dont get me started on Félix! When do you think he fell in love with and stalked Kagami besides in the time skip? He wasnt in love with her before he found out at the diamond ball that she's like him, he probably barely made anything of her when he thought her to be a "normal human". Kagami and Marinette were not part of Felix' plan, Kagami he only just found out is a sentihuman too and therefore deserving of concideration for him, and Marinette wasnt even supposed to be there!

I swear, "Emotion" and the time skips before and afterwards are driving me crazy. I have to make a seperate post for the Felix and Amilie stuff alone and Adrien too was just plain weird in that episode with no proper explaination besides for the little amout that was required to make this work for Marinette's outsider perspective who doesnt know what's going on inside those families anyway. Félix apparently was gone for WEEKS and apparently both Adrien and Kagami knew that because they werent surprised hearing that and neither Gabriel nor Tomoe seemed to care that Amilie went off on Gabriel about it in infront of their children.

Félix was gone for weeks. Adrien knew it. And then we see Adrien immediately recognizing Félix as peacock miraculous holder even despite the magic; not being too surprised seeing Felix there transformed and AT ALL when he should be missing and is willing to go to him in a friendly enough and trusting manner despite that being weird too with no context! Félix is a completely new person who suddenly is aware that Adrien has always been a victim caught in a hellhole with Gabriel and what the fuck was that fake miraculous ring from Adrien Felix had?

Screw you, something happened there in this time skip before "Emotion" and we only got to see the tip of the ice berg! And screw this show for barely giving context for anything in "Emotion" yet because we are stuck with Marinette as main character and Adrien didnt wanted to involve her in his family shit because why would he?

*GROAN* I'm turning grey because of this damn show...

ANYWAY

What "Pretention" does very cleverly is picking up the same character goals established at the end of "Emotion" prior and starting this episode with it. But that doesnt mean at all that this is the next day. NOTHING about what Adrinette tells us about how Gabriel now breathes down their necks makes sense if this is merely the next day:

It's at the very least a couple of days and that's being VERY generous. I'm personally putting it at one week. That would mean Gabriel is being increasingly more of an ass for one school week where Adrinette has to get more and more creative (and Adrien ending up knowing when his father is busy) and at the beginning of the second Marinette has had it. One week is also a perfectly reasonable timeframe for the kids to put off talking to Gabriel and Tomoe while its also a realistic point in time where you would draw the line and motivate yourself again to finally do it.

Kagami's dialogue is the factor that very cleverly tricks the audience into thinking it can just be the next day since Kagami is "oh so much braver than Adrien who doesnt dare to talk to his father", which the episode then subverts by showing that Kagami rightfully fears her mother too and shouldnt be concidered less for it because Tomoe is an abusive hardass too who Kagami needs to be protected from as (her) child and Sentihuman who doesnt know she is one & the end of "Emotion" literally showed us Adrien talking to his father right after he told Marinette that he would try to convince him to have a heart-to-heart with her to clear up whatever he has against her:

Adrien did NOT fail to talk to his father after he said he would because we saw him do it right away. What he did "fail" to do though was mentioning towards the girls that he already talked with his father and tell them what Gabriel said - though that's understandable, Gabriel is being an irrational fuck; blaming the fiasco on Marinette when it's realistically on Félix - and to convince his father to talk to Marinette. But even for this Adrien's on-screen talk with Gabriel has the explaination for:

Did you pick up on the pattern too? That as well was an explicit order from Gabriel with the ring.

Adrien in "Pretention" didnt 'manage' to talk to his father again about him and Marinette so they can have a heart-to-heart because prior to that Gabriel forbit Adrien through an order to ever mention Marinette towards him again (and that means, since Adrinette didnt talk to Gabriel yet, Kagami in turn put off talking to her mother too)

So of course Adrien couldnt do it, which is why he went along with the only option he subconciously felt like he had left. Bringing Marinette to his father so SHE can talk to him by his side, forcing his father into a corner. Adrien unknowingly loopholed himself and out of Gabriel's order that's literally silencing him.

Details, time skips and circumstances matter.

So to bring this back to the failed Adrinette kissing in "Collution":

I'm pretty sure that from the ending of "Adoration" onwards we are now going to see a further and further escalation of ways for Gabriel to enforce his power over Adrien. Regularly just as his father (which is already bad enough) and also the ways in which Gabriel can hurt Adrien through the amok ring

- but in ways he can for now at least somewhat still hide from Nathalie, though no doubt this is going to end BADLY where even Nathalie cant help Adrien anymore as it was already established that Gabriel can absolutely do that and still cross so many more lines-

and in "Emotion" that already included silencing Adrien from letting Marinette know about the Diamond Ball and then not letting him talk about Marinette to him at all (for which I'm quite sure Nathalie touching Adrien with the amok ring in "Collution" helped Adrien break through that barrier because that WAS the first time he really talked ABOUT Marinette towards Gabriel since "Emotion" that isnt just him mentioning her name in logical situations or vaguely talking around the relationship topic like in "Pretention").

But I'm also betting that Gabriel odered Adrien to not kiss Marinette after he puppeteered Adrien back into the mansion in "Adoration" or some other variation of an official grand gesture that Adrien is in a relationship with her. Something that... yeah, DID indeed stop after "Protection", didn't it? (Ooh. That explains why the date was made such a big deal for Adrien's story through the parallels to Gabriel's and Emilie's date in the past in "Evolution"; that was the last time Adrien was able to do something like that...)

But poor Adrien of course does not know the true reason for why he's still hesitating to kiss Marinette even now in "Collusion". He must be so relieved that Marinette is reading it as him needing more time with her too to get comfortable enough to kiss. It's so rough watching all these episodes and seeing Adrien beat himself up and think so low of himself when he's literally being abused through mind-control. All I want is for Adrien to finally have his rings on his hand like Félix and Kagami get to. I just want my boy to be free :'(

[ouroborosorder]

query: what is undead unluck

Undead Unluck is my favorite manga of all time. It's an absolutely absurd, creative, passionate, and earnest manga that feels like the perfect execution of the story you always wanted to write for your middle school OCs.

The protagonist, Fuuko, has the power Unluck, which makes it so that anyone she touches experiences a stroke of bad luck, the severity scaling with how much she loves the target. The first time it appeared was when she went to hug her parents at an airport as they boarded their flight. The airplane exploded on the tarmac, killing everyone onboard instantly.

She's not the only one this happened to, either. The story is about the Union, an organization of Negators - people given powers by God at times specifically chosen to ruin their lives with ironic tragedy. So out of revenge, the Union are trying to kill god, who is treating humanity like its playthings, ruining their lives because it's fun.

UU is an absolutely batshit insane manga with pacing that runs backwards at the speed of a bullet train going downhill, absurdly brilliant power systems, well-written characters, and genuinely phenomenal art. It's also one of the very very rare female-led shounen manga, and Fuuko's arc is legitamately great, she's easily the best character in the entire story. I love her so much.

The only asterisk I can give to UU is that the first 9 chapters have a lot, a lot of weird uncomfortable gropey humor and bad fanservice. This stops literally instantly at chapter 9, which is also when the story goes through a series of retcons that reads more like "alright motherfuckers let's get this shit back on track" than anything else. it's got a ROUGH start, but please stick with it, it's a genuinely delightful blast that made me weep like a baby and reconsider a few things about how I approach life and the people I love.

Also read the manga. The anime is out there and it's real and it's fine but I genuinely do not think it holds a fucking candle to the manga. The tone is completely jacked, they tried to make it like, a dramatic prestige thriller when it's more akin to rapidly oscillating between Jojo's and original Dragon Ball. And god, no anime production budget can keep up the level of pacing needed to make UU work, and you can fucking tell they're straining hard to make this show functional.

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 51

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Deafness. Darkness. My connection to the world was stripped from me. Would this be it? A watery grave connecting Dr. Miller and I for all of eternity? Would Will’s plan be carried out as planned? Would our stories be falsified for all of the world to judge?

I opened my eyes beneath the surface and the sting of chlorine forced them shut immediately. Dr. Miller’s fingers twitched against mine, a prisoner to the drugs in his system, as I struggled to pull him to the surface.

My lungs began to burn as intensely as the muscles in my arms. I tucked my arms beneath his and managed to breach the surface as I kicked with all of the intensity my body could manage. At the same time I heaved Dr. Miller’s body upward and heard him gasp for air less than a second after I did.

Water splashed in my face and the sound echoed in my ear drums as I choked on my own breath.

“So, she can swim.” Will’s voice sent an extra jolt of adrenaline through my body. As weird as it sounds, I almost forgot he was there in the midst of the struggle.

“Help, please, Will.” I choked the words out but knew they would do nothing. I dipped barely below the surface again, though when I felt Dr. Miller’s body twitch again, I shoved him upward so his face was above the water.

“I wish I had popcorn.” Will’s voice sounded far away and echoey with half of my head still submerged. His laugh sounded like the background noise of a nightmare, like that of a clown giggling in slow motion.

I’m fucked. We’re fucked.

Dr. Miller’s right leg kicked, just barely, but the movement motivated to keep going. I laid on my back, the way he taught me when we talked about what to do if I accidentally fell into a pool. Holding him on top of me as I swam backwards felt like bench pressing five-hundred pounds - with your spotter pushing down on the bar trying to choke you.

I went under again and struggled this time to stay afloat. Fuck, I swore the water had tentacles, pulling at my limbs and attempting to drag me down into the abyss. I knew the lower we got, the bleaker our chances of survival were.

Stay at the surface, I told myself, managing to barely catch my breath this time. It was only a brief second before I went back under. Did Dr. Miller catch a breath that time?

When I felt the side of the pool in the midst of my kicking and flailing, I suddenly felt a spark of hope. With a final push that left my legs feeling like they were pierced with a thousand arrows, I shoved our bodies to the side of the pool, coming up for another gasping breath that left Dr. Miller coughing.

“Grab it,” I choked out, “Please.” I was begging him now, praying that he had the strength to do it. If not, I feared the worst.

When Dr. Miller’s fingers curled around the tiled ledge, I did the same and breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. He grunted and gasped, barely able to keep his face above water.

I pushed him up by the base of his back, attempting to use the water to my advantage now that it had released me from its death grip.

“Uh-uh,” Will wagged his finger, rising to his feet from the seated position he had been in to squat beside the pool. “Back to the middle.”

“Don’t do this.” I shook my head, still breathing heavily as he shooed me with his hand.

“Go on.”

“Let her go,” Dr. Miller whispered.

“Joel, you know I can’t do that.” Will chuckled and shook his head, whipping the knife out from his pocket. He showed off the blade for a second or two and then placed it against Dr. Miller’s fingers, pushing down just enough to cause discomfort.

“Stop it!” I shouted, leaving an echo off the walls.

Will laughed out loud again as if he had just heard the joke of the century. As he cocked his head back in his jovial state I was tempted to reach for his arm and yank him into the pool; though I wasn’t sure that would work to my advantage. In fact, he could probably easily drown him if he was in the water with us.

“Back.. up.” His tone was more stern now; cold. Will’s eyes burned into Dr. Miller’s, who began to wince when the blade dug into his knuckles.

“Stop!” I shouted again. “Will!’

When Dr. Miller cried out in pain, I pulled him away from the ledge and pushed off the side with my feet as I laid flat on my back again.The short break had been enough and my adrenaline was still pumping.

“I’m bringing you.. to the other.. side.” Speaking didn’t come easy during physical exertion. I let out choppy, little breaths against the back of Dr. Miller’s head as I towed him with me. My eyes lifted as I created distance between us and Will. His cool smile made me feel worse. This was just a game to him - a game he had played over and over again in different versions. Will was a cat toying with two mice. Two incapacitated mice.

He casually began to stroll down the length of the pool, whistling as he put his hands in his pockets. When he rounded the first corner, our eyes met and I almost started crying. It didn’t matter which side of the pool we ended up on. Will would be waiting there with his knife by the time we got there. I didn’t have the energy to keep towing Dr. Miller back and forth. He was too heavy. My swimming skills were still weak. And I was fading fast.

“Get out of the pool,” Dr. Miller choked out. “And.. run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I practically shouted, letting out a loud, decompressing scream as I struggled harder.

Slam! The door that led into the pool area whipped open and I almost thought it was some kind of mirage. Carol. It was Carol. Carol, Carol, Carol. She was there. Right there in front of us.

“Midnight swim?” She greeted with a smile, and then quickly let it fade. “Oh, my God.” Carol hurried toward the edge of the pool. “Is Joel hurt? Did he get drunk and fall in? Will, help him!”

Will didn’t speak. He stared at Carol quite literally like a statue. I had never seen a human being go so still.

Carol’s eyes landed on the knife in his hand and then to her brother and me. “What’s-”

“Help!”I shrieked, “Carol, please!”

Will took off running toward her and Carol rounded the pool in an attempt to get away from him.

Oh, no! I tried to focus on the task at hand, and continued my backwards swim toward the edge.

“Grab the ledge!” I said as loud as I could manage, holding Dr. Miller’s midsection as he grabbed the tiles with both hands this time.

Neither of us could breath. With my last bout of effort I pushed my body up and out of the pool. Across the way Will stood with his hands up and Carol held the gun out in front of her, standing where Will had left it when he had been seated on the floor watching us struggle.

“Carol,” he breathed out her name, “Give me the gun back.”

“Talk to me, Will.” She glanced in our direction and then back to him.

“Joel’s the Lady Killer,” he blurted out.

“He’s lying!” I shouted

“I’m not lying.” Will shook his head. “I found out his secret and he tried to kill me. She’s too infatuated with him to believe it. She’s in denial. I have proof.”

Carol shook her head as she stared back at her fiance in disbelief. “Will.” It’s all she could choke out. She took a step back as he took a step forward.

I side-eyed the door when I saw movement in my peripheral vision.

Chas. He put a finger to his lips and tip-toed into the room.

“Give me the gun, honey,” Will begged. “I promise you, I have proof.”

“Where is it?” Carol humored him.

“It’s in his phone. I saw something I shouldn’t have when we were at the bar having a drink and your brother pulled that gun on me.”

“Joel doesn’t have a gun.”

“Joel has a gun.”

I wanted to shout out but I knew it could blow Chas’s cover, and so I decided to help guide Dr. Miller to the shallow end of the pool. My eyes locked on his briefly, though I couldn’t keep my eyes off Carol and Will for longer than a second.

“You’re not going to shoot me, Carol,” Will told her, “You can’t. You won’t.”

“Tell me what the hell is going on.”

When Chas ducked his body behind a giant, white pillar in the corner of the room, I knew I had a short window to speak.

“Will’s the Lady Killer!” I shouted.

Will turned slowly, glancing over his shoulder with all of the dramatics he could manage before staring back at Carol.

“She’s saying that because she’s protecting him,” he went on. “I love you, Carol. I’m sorry you’re finding out about your brother this way.” Will extended his arm toward her. His fingertips were less than a foot away from the weapon in Carol’s hand.

Will wagged his fingers, “Give it to me.” He lunged toward her and Carol pulled the trigger, but all there was was a gentle click. Her mouth suddenly hung open and she stared at the gun in her hand. Will looked equally shocked. He spoke the next sentence matter-of-factly as a genuine sadness plagued his features.

“You were going to shoot me."

@untamedheart81 @suttonspuds @cesspitoflove @michilandcof @grogusmum @morallyinept @akah565 @brittmb115 @magpiepills @poodlebae @gobaaby-blog-blog @mermaidgirl30 @mandojojo @shotgun-shelby @itscatrodriguez-thepearl @macaroni676 @smolbeanzzz @sarcasm-theotherwhitemeat @bandluvr97

[cyborg-franky]

Okay, is it weird to want to be held by Marco’s claws in his hybrid form? Just imagine him pinning you to the wall or deck of the Moby Dick with his foot/claw…

I went a little insane about this because I also love love loooove his talons and claws. Top Ten things that make me go feral about Marco...

Marco x GN Reader SFW WC 700

Of all the people you could have been paired with on the ship for a sparring match, it just had to be Marco, didn’t it? The tall handsome doctor with the wicked wit and welcoming personality. The very man you had an all-consuming crush on. You tried to tell yourself this was just a coincidence, the only person suited to sparring with you, one of the few members of the crew who weren’t three times your size or likely to burst into hot flames.

But the twinkle in his deep blue eyes and the coyness of his smile makes you think there might have been something, someone, to blame for these unfortunate events. You stood up when he sauntered over to where you were sitting. 

“Alright, ready for our sparring date?” He asked and you wished he hadn’t used the word date, Your palms already felt sweaty from nerves and the clear flirting from the good doctor was going to do little to stop your heart racing.

You nodded, trying to concentrate, bring yourself back into the correct mindset, trying to ignore how good he looked in his workout clothes, how the shorts rode dangerously low, showing off those defined hipbones of his. If eye contact had been difficult before, well.

He cleared his throat as he got into a fighting stance, you blinked slowly and pulled your attention to his face, seeing the lazy smirk turn into a full grin of triumph, he’d seen just how preoccupied with his waist you’d been mere seconds ago. “Yeah,” you swallowed and nodded, “I’m ready,”

–

Marco dodged another one of your attacks, ducking down as another swung at him. He wasn’t breaking a sweat, he was simply a bird of prey toying with its meal before he’d swoop in with a finishing blow. He could sense that you knew he was going easy on you, and that’s fine. You both knew you were outmatched, Marco just using you as some light entertainment while you tried to get the most out of a sparring session.

He decided to let you get a hit in, sweeping his leg out from under him. The way you had grinned, cocky as he started to fall backward. How you rested your hands on your hips about to spout out something, he was sure, he knew you couldn’t resist some wisecrack at having landed a hit on him.

Blue erupted all around him, lighting up the area with its gorgeous glow and mesmerizing hues as the colours danced and spilled across the deck. Your eyes widened when huge wings fanned out from the tantalizing display. You didn’t even notice the flexing talons.

Not until you were knocked flat on your back, the world-changing perspective in the time it took you to make a surprised gasp as you landed on the deck. Staring up into the darkening sky, trying to sit up until you felt a large talon press down on your chest. Your hands instinctively reached up to grab Marco’s foot.

The way the claws tickled when he flexed sent tingles down your spine, the rough texture and the feel of just how much power coursed under the scaly skin was also making you have thoughts. Your heart was racing double time as you gawked up at him, following the line of his strong leg.

Marco was smirking at you, a glimmer of something feral behind those perfect, beautiful eyes of his. You tried to sit up, the talon gripped tighter and you let out a moan. Oh, you wished it had been one of pain...

He tilted his head, the smirk never slipping, not once, just a simple curious raise of his eyebrows before his tongue darted out to lick across his lips. A low rumbling chuckle escapes as he leans down to admire his trapped prey.

“Well, well, well… that was interesting yoi. Something the matter baby bird?” Marco asked in a sultry tone as fixed you with a look.

Oh, you were in for it now…

And you couldnma’t wait…

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry for the longer wait this time. I procrastinated this so much ughhhh. Anyway :) thank you all for waiting, I apologize because this is more of a filler chapter plus its short :( CH 11 will be better I promise!!!!

Word count: 800 ish

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame

This morning your alarm did not go off. Not by accident, you weren't late for anything, but because today was a rare rest day. Once in a blue moon, some of the higher ups on base call for a mandatory rest day, a welcome occurrence. You sighed and rolled over, the clock read 10:32 in the morning. You rubbed your eyes and clambered out of bed. In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put on a bit of makeup before changing into street clothes, no uniforms required on off days.

You exited your room and walked down the hallway, stopping by the mess hall, breakfast would be served until noon today.

On the way, you saw Ghost. Suprisingly, he was wearing casual attire, A black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The skull balaclava was still present, of course. He was on his way to the gym. You let your eyes linger for a few seconds before continuing on. They were serving waffles in the mess, still flavorless and rock solid, but it hits differently on a day off.

You decided to stop by your dad's office to bring him breakfast, knowing he would be in there working, even on his day off. When you stepped through the wooden door, you were met with the usual whirlwind of papers. Price was hunched over at his desk, a mess of documents surrounding him. He scribbled his signature on something before looking up at you. He smiled with tired eyes,

"Still hard at work on your day off?"

"War never sleeps," he yawns.

"I brought you breakfast," you say, setting the plate down on top of a folder.

"Thanks hun'" he said gratefully.

You lingered in the room for a moment before your dad spoke up.

"I'm suprised Ghost doesn't still have you training."

You chuckled, "Yeah, I saw him heading to the gym to work out by himself though."

"He told me you got... injured during your last session. He didn't specify what happened. Are you alright?" Your father said with a concerned expression.

Your face heated up as you remembered Ghost carrying you to the infirmary, "y-yeah, just passed out, dehydration probably." You said this fast, suddenly feeling awkward, even though your dad had no clue your Lieutenant had to bridal carry you to the medics.

"Take it easy alright kiddo."

"Uh-huh, yeah," you said, quickly exiting. You were blushing like mad with Ghost on your mind.

Fuck, you thought to yourself.

Remembering the brief moment the two of you spent together brought you a giddy feeling.

A feeling you remembered from your highschool days

You had a crush on Ghost.

The rest of the day was relaxed. You almost managed to forget about your earlier revelation.

Almost.

The thoughts still nagged at the back of your mind while you lounged around with the rest of the 141 minus Price and Ghost. You talked among yourselves while a show played in the background.

Soap noticed how spaced out you were.

"Ghost on the brain," he teased.

Your face reddened. "no..." you lied.

Gaz and Soap looked at eachother with knowing expressions.

"Y/N, we meant to tell you this earlier but..." Gaz started, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Ghost is... married."

You let the news sink in for a moment. Secretly, you were heartbroken, but you couldn't let your teammates know that.

"Oh... yeah, whatever," you brushed it off, but your facial expression gave everything away.

The two of them burst into laughter.

"Hey! it's not that funny, I didn't even like him" You pleaded, trying to save face.

Soap spoke as he caught his breath, "LT isn't married. *panting* we just wanted to... *he pauses to catch his breath* mess with you."

At this point, Gaz sat back up, having fallen backwards off the couch in his fit of laughter.

You just sat there, looking pissed. "That wasn't funny," you scolded.

"Oh so you did care?" Soap smirked,

"No... well I- no, but..." You gave up trying to explain yourself.

"At a loss for words hm?"

"Fine. Fine, I like him... I like Ghost," you finally admitted

The two men had shit eating grins on their faces.

You spent the rest of your day with Soap and Gaz, laughing about nonsense, gossiping, and just talking about anything and everything.

Today was a good day, You thought to yourself as you got under the covers.

But it's back to nose to the grindstone tomorrow.

[barcaluvv]

PART 1, SECOND PART OUT GAVI X READER summary : Y/n being Pedris sister who actually falls for his friend, ends up teasing him🫶🏻 requested by a cutiueee

It was a random Saturday night, you were on the second floor in your room, you were lying down and flipping through another page of your phone, you remembered that you hadn't eaten dinner at all so you went down stairs to grab something fresh. As you were walking, one by one, you heard your brother Pedri shouting, that was an usual but you heard someone unfamiliar blending in with his yelling, which made you curious about finding out. You had assured that was a male, but what you noticed too was that the voice was pretty pitched but cute to you. "HI y/n" pedri greeted you with lust by each word holding back his laughters that you were hearing from over. Growling in frustration, his friend turns around to face you, his jaw barely contained. His face was all silly, he's pretty. "Uhm I'm Gavi" it's like he shuttered that out in fear, his face all blushy, his hands were shaking a bit, weird isn't it, yet he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He was checking you out, shyly, thinking he's hiding it good but you can see that he was all numb. Pedri's eyes narrowed with suspicion, giving him dirty looks back and forth. Since you were kinda a brat, and previously engaged that you are bored you decided to tease this pretty boy, you were ready to tease the soul out of his body, evil but fun to do. You lean into , nuzzling your face against him, making it not too obvious. Gavi frowns but then smiles sweetly, still blushing, intensity being on the edge. "Shall we play fifa? Please?" You ask but pedri nods immediately. "What do you think Gavi? Can you play against my team?" Gavi looks up at you with pleading eyes shortly after you got his response. "Y-yeah, that's a good idea" he stuttered with nervousness showing on his face he slowly grabs the controller from the table, tapping on them buttons fastly. You enjoyed it a little too much, but you kept sticking to your plan, not planning on stopping soon. "But you guys need to teach me how to play the game first" u say to Gavi, staring at him with your big eyes, slightly blinking with your little lashes, this time making it clear to him what he is being apart of. The room was a complete mess, Pedris breathing was deeply sighed, the tender air coming from your body's rubbing against eachother, which were mixed with the hard feelings he had shown since you entered the room and made your place next to him. "Pedri can you go upstairs and bring me the popcorn I left on my desk please?" You demand to your older brother, he was getting bored anyways so he went to your room, your mission was finished, but this time with no ending. Gavi bites his lip, trying to hide the evident in his tone and expression that he clearly likes you. "Please teach me!" you lean closer, your breath went completely heavy, as it was making its way to Gavi's side neck. You can see him shiver under your touch, so lost. "And if you win, maybe I'll let you do something special to me as a reward." You whispered in his ear with seductive tone, that was getting more and more flirtatious. His gaze lowered, his eyes widened, his hands went cold, and his tiny hips started moving backwards in shock. Damn, he was all tightening up the couch. "So what do you think, use your words this time please?". "Definitely" he almost went deaf, but he managed to spit those words out, they curled from his lips. "I'm ready!" you get closer to his body, expecting him to start explaining still speaking to him like a b!tch, but the flirting was flowing through. He gulps nervously, his abdomen trembling slightly on each word you say and on each cent you move closer. "Y-yeah so you first put your finger here" he explains but with barely any movements. You put your finger on the one he uses to explain the buttons with, touching his tiny finger, making him drool all over the room. Second part is out.

[mamadarama]

I was going through some posts I missed and came across the “tatsumi is mature but still does 19 year old things” and I just wanna say I’ve never been able to put it into words when my friends ask but like. That’s exactly what I love about this game.

We’ve got scandals and drama and weird crypto currencies and convoluted backstories of implied murder or identity theft or military shit or relations to underground gang activity or so SO much more and yet the writers still succeed in reminding you that this is a game full of high schoolers.

Natume was one of the five oddballs and suffered through so much during the war where it affects him to this day, but he also refers to his tech savvy and love of the occult as magic and loves the junior he “adopted” to death. Despite Aira struggling against every odd to become a real idol he still buys merch and looks on the internet to look for content of the ones he likes. Rinne was destined to become the monarch of his homeland but ran away in an attempt to find happiness and acceptance and is an amazing strategist who uses it to take down corruption, but his sense of humor is entirely made up of sex jokes and romantic teasing like Aira being “hiiro’s little girlfriend”. The amount of characters that assign themselves the mom friend role just because. Trickstar. I don’t think I need to explain Trickstar-

Like this game has made me cry so many times and it has its ridiculous moments but it also has its genuine ones while also being the most teenage shit I’ve seen in my life and I feel like so few media can balance those and still have a decent story like that. Sorry for the long ass post I just have so many feelings about this kind of stuff 😭

YEAH this is exactly what i was talking about in a previous ask when i said i have nothing meaningful to add to the enstars cast that isnt a headcanon . its all very well thought out and the interpersonal relationships are nuanced enough to feel realistic but outlandish enough to be interesting .

worldbuilding and character design is one of my special interests and i say this any chance i can get: the most important part of building a character (and a story in general) is realizing the importance of comedic irony and comedy as a whole regardless of genre or tone. it makes characters feel more 3 dimensional and relatable because people arent stagnant and theres multiple facets to any individuals personality (this is also why some of the most popular animes of all time have filler episodes or funny bits that show the characters personalities, every event hits with 3x emotional impact the more you know about the characters as people but that's a different discussion) enstars does a really good job of this . like for example if wataru were to have had a realistic reaction to eichi starting the war it wouldnt be nearly as good of a story. the fact that eichis ridiculous ass backwards plan to get wataru to fall in love with him actually worked is a perfect example of comedy used to make a story more interesting. another thing similar to this is how sometimes its better to not detail something and let characters do things for a mundane reason or even no reason at all . for example subaru hating chiaki just because he annoys him, or shinobu being on the broadcasting team despite his character not being associated with technology otherwise and therefore having no real backstory on why he likes radio stuff. its all really well planned worldbuilding with an insane amount of subtle details , which is why enstars is one of my favorite stories to analyze . the only thing i could possibly want more out of it is hardcore tragedy but thats entirely a personal preference rather than a critique because im a slut for catharsis and i love sad endings , especially ones where characters die . (don't worry im in therapy)

[velvet-vox]

THE Yugo defense post.

I am (hopefully) very confident in saying that there are probably a lot of these types of posts lying around, but since the argument has never been truly put to rest even after the show's finale, I feel like it's truly time for someone to give his own two cents again and take a stand against Yugo's haters, because by Osamodas that child cannot catch a break.

(Also I haven't seen season 4 but I know a couple of things about it, but I will focus mostly on 1 to 3 plus The quest for the six Elatrope Dofus).

So I am going to start this post by talking about my own personal character arc in learning to love Yugo, because oh boy, it was a wild and unexpected journey for me. Now, I, personally, am someone who tends to prefer villains and antagonists over heroes and protagonists. That's not uncommon, plenty of people are like that, no, I don't want a spinoff that turns the villain into the protagonist because that would make them less interesting as now we need to learn almost everything about them in order for the story to keep our attention. Therefore, as you can imagine, Nox was my selling ticket for the show. I got the small, almost non existent hype around him and it got me interested. Season 1 ended, it was a banger, but at the time, all I got to think about was Nox and how much I was grieving him. I didn't really think about anything else regarding the season, all I got was him and his arc. I needed a way to overcome the grief, so eventually, I learned that season 2 also had a pretty good villain, so I said "hey, let's use the possible trauma caused by this new baddie to overcome the trauma caused by the previous one" and started watching season 2. Love love love Qilby. And I am going to bring it back up later, but the season 2 finale is the definitive moment where I became invested with Yugo and got deeply interested in him. Eventually, when I watched The quest for the six Elatrope Dofus, I was just deeply in love with him, rooting for him at every turn, and generally, just cheering the guy.

And then.... there it comes season 3. My Iop. I was already spoiled by the fact that season 3 was disappointing, so I kept my expectations as low as possible, but sweet home Alabama I was not prepared at all, if the season had just been bad I would have called it a day, but no, the season is wasted potential at its finest, so many incredible ideas rushed and fumbled, Oropo would have been my favourite villain in the show had he been written better and preplanned, he feels like the Bradford Buzzard of Wakfu and his Brotherhood is its F.O.W.L.

However, while the writing took a nose dive in season 3, I started to realise something that I didn't notice before: damn, I really care about the main cast. Not just Yugo. All of them. This is something that distinguishes Wakfu from other shows: most of the time, writers focus more on making the protagonists immediately likable and interesting, which makes sense, as they are the cornerstone of most stories, but Wakfu differs in the way it endears us to its cast since I didn't feel like the show made a great effort in investing us to the protagonists in the first two episodes, they introduced their personality, quirks, and characteristics, but they didn't show us their struggles beyond Pin Pin's quabble with Rubilax, and this creates the ripple effect later on in the show where you become surprised in your backwards investment of their journey, because that's not how the story started with and yet you can clearly discern their development quite a lot.

And this brings us to Yugo, whose Wakfu untraditional deuteragonism creates a weird case of main character where, the actual season focuses on Tristepan and his journey, but since Sadlygrove is also his own worst enemy with the exception of Dark Vlad, the actual main villain of the season is a foil for Yugo and develops him into a more mature individual.

Which, finally, brings us to the main reason of hatred from some (fake) fans: the villains. The villains in Wakfu tend to be very complex and compelling, while in contrast, Yugo stays mostly static and simple before being confronted with said opponent; then for specific cases of flandarized vitriol, we have:

- Yugo did not try to talk out Nox from his plan nor did he console him, which led to his demise (Pure evil).

- Yugo willingly locked Qilby in the White Dimension again with full knowledge of the reasons why Qilby did what he did (Jerk).

- Yugo accidentally (but not really) created Oropo which caused insane damage to the world of twelve and created all of the problems of the series up to this point (Meh. Still an absentee abusive father).

- Yugo limited himself to locking up the Necromes to starve for eternity rather than killing all of them (Ok).

And I am going to run through each and every single one of them.

- First: Yugo did not know anything about Nox but he killed off Grougaloragran earlier on and his Time Razor just killed Yugo's friend a couple of minutes before their fight, which led Yugo, a child, to his very first fit of rage and did not esitate or waste time to attack Nox, a dangerous murderer who wanted to steal his hat. But when he finally realised what Nox's plan was, he told the Sadida warriors to back off, but since it was already too late for him, Nox left the battlefield of his own volition and ended his life.

- Second: Qilby was a great bastard. A complicated and caring one, but a jerk nonetheless. And yet, Yugo knew and deeply felt that even he didn't deserve to be in the White Dimension, one of the most cruel and gruesome fates any villain could face, but he had no other choice, because if he didn't do that, Qilby would have destroyed the world. And even then, later on in the series the thing that Yugo hated Qilby the most about was not anything that he did, but rather the punishment that he forced Yugo to inflict on him.

- Third: Oropo is just a freak show of a writing mess that I can't even point out how much Yugo is to blame for his condition, at least Yugo feels bad about the Eliotropes, so there, Yugo feels empathy.

- Fourth: Sorry, didn't watch season 4, but again, I assume it was like a binary choice like season 2, Yugo is definitely more of law enforcer despite his carefree nature, he was destined to become King and he just accepts it, in contrast to Amalia's rebelliousness and lack of a forced incoronation (opposite attract each other).

Amalia's going to die one day, and Yugo's going to live for thousands of years and never abolish or question the monarchy. It's sad, but his existence is pretty sad.

As for people claiming that Yugo's an overpowered Gary Sue, I'm sorry but as long as a character faces struggles in any meaningful way then you can't claim that they just break the narrative.

[qualityfunnyscenariosfire]

I Had a Nightmare

Gentle male pred x scared smaller prey

The sounds of the living room tv echoed through your apartment, your predator boyfriend sleepily staring at it as you snored in his arms. Curled up against him, you nuzzled into his soft chest just as your favorite tv show turned on, making him chuckle as you sunk a bit into his t-shirt.

Before you passed out from sleep exhaustion, he had been petting your cute little head all night to help destress from the day. Work and troublesome people for 8+ hours had took its tole on you, making you worn and pissed off at everything when the day ended. Now home, your hubby did what he does best and snuggled you. Getting relaxing kisses and massages as you unwinded, his larger hands doing most of the work as he whispered cute nothings into your ears.

He kept you snug against him as you slowly drifted off to a restless sleep, the only thing keeping him from joining you in slumberland was your obnixous snoring. It sounding like a cheese grater shreding a tuba while it was playing "Hot Cross Buns" backwards. He tried to block it out with TV noises but nothing worked.

You, on the other hand, was compketely unbothered as cute images in your dreams danced in your head. That is until the cuteness started to die as you began to shift in his arms. Whimpering and fidgeting came from you as the dream turned weird nightmare played in your head, alerting your pred as he slowly sat up and stared at you.

"Mmmmh....N-No! Please! I-I don't wanna die!" You whimper, tears dripping down your sleeping face as you suddenly kicked his soft tummy. Him stiffling a pain filled groan as he gently grasped your small shoulders. "AAAAAAHHH!" You scream, tears still flowing down your face as you tried to break fear.

The nightmare getting intense as you though that something was strangling you, spazing and shaking in your hubby's grasp. His deep voice of your pred caling out to you as he tries waking you up, shaking you as you struggled.

"A-Are you alright, little one?" He gently asked, kissing your forehead and gripping you firmly. His warm wet tiubge suddenly going across your face as yiur salty tears tasted sweet to him, using his saliva as a calming agent. It helping calm you down as its scent woke you.

"N-No! DON'T...oh....I..." You look at him, feeling his soft gaze let you relax once more as he stared at you intimately.

"You had a nightmare hun. Tell me about it." He reassured, settling you down on his large lap.

"it was...weird and scary. I thought somethung was trying to kill me." You explain, sighing a bit. "...it sounded like you...and acted like you too.."

I-I had a scary and weird nightmare. I-I though that I was going to be killed and chewed up/eaten alive b-by........." You look up at him in shock and got a little hesitant as you continued. "...........b-by...........b-by..........." "By who, dear? Spit it out, lil one." He say, rubbing your back. "You." You start to cry even more as you couldn't hold anything back. Your pred made a slight gap as he heard this. "Look at me." He says a bit sternly. You shakily look up at the pred, wiping the tears from your face hurriedly. He tilts your chin for you to fully look at him, his tounge slowly coming out of his mouth. "I would never hurt you." His deep yet gently voice says as he gently gives you licks of love. "I-I know. But my instincts and fears must've made me think the worse in my sleep." You say softly as he licks you gently. He nods and holds you against his soft belly, letting you lay down on it. "Well, I am going to eat you gently just to put you in my chamber for you to feel comfort and to show that no harm will come to you whenever I eat you." He gently says, nuzzling you all over. He makes soft purrs as he does so, just to add to his cuteness. You nod and shakily get ready, sitting on his soft gut. You felt his hands massage and caress you gently as your slowly lifted up to his lips. He gives you a quick kiss as his mouth opens up for you, giving you the view of his wet and dripping maw. You could feel his warm and gentle breathe all around as he slowly pushes you into his mouth, licking you all around. You moan softly as he slurps you halfway into him, your legs still sticking out. He tilt his head back and gulps you down slowly as his throat gently squishes you tightly as you slip down. He moans at your taste and does a second gulp, your legs following you down his throat. You land head and shoulders first into the fleshy and soft place as you slip even more down. The rest of your body soon follows as his gut welcomes you happyily. Your pred licks his lips at your taste and rubs his belly comfortably. "You okay in there? Hope it's not to tight?" He asks softly as his belly caresses you all around. "Mhm. It's pretty cozy and safe in here." You respond, nuzzling his belly walls gently. "Uuuurppp! That kinda tickles little one." He giggles softly, continuously rubbing his gut. He enjoyed eating you and wanted you to relax before you fall back asleep. You smile softy as the gurgles of his spacious gut echo in your ear as you're caressed all around. You purr softly and yawns. "Hehe...I'm getting sleepy against." You giggle as your eyes get droopy. "Rest now, little one." He purrs, rubbing his gut and lays down. His belly gently squishes you. You smile softly and drifts off, the sound of his heartbeat and belly gurgles act like a lullaby as you sleep.

[moistvonlipwig]

hypothetically if i just sent you every heart in that ask as a lovely littlel rainbow…??? :D

I'm assuming for Supergirl again? ;)

I cut out a few that I just didn't have an answer for at all. The rest are under the cut. Again, kvetching about a CW superhero show awaits.

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

I have had to click out of so many fics because they feel the need to get in a throwaway dig at James that often has absolutely nothing to do with his canon characterization. ("He was only interested in Lena because he liked the prestige and perks of dating a billionaire!" No??? Wrong??? Do not pass Go??? Do not collect $200???)

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

I don't agree with the idea that Kara is some sort of "genius" just because she's from Krypton. Being from a more '''advanced''' society (which is a thorny and problematic label in and of itself) does not make you ''smarter" than people from a '''less advanced''' society (see what I mean? Thorny and problematic). Living in a society with hyper-advanced technology doesn't mean that you know how that technology works or the fundamental principles that underlie its construction, especially if you are 13 years old. Also, even if you did, that is not inherently a more valuable form of knowledge than, say, knowing how to make dumplings – a skill I'm sure Kara herself would say is incredibly valuable, and which Kryptonians do not possess.

And that's not even getting into the fact that knowledge itself isn't the same thing as intelligence, which is a hard-to-define concept that has been historically used and still is used today in deeply problematic ways, but which I would argue is more about creativity, imagination, and the ability to generate new solutions to problems given the resources and education available to you than it is about simply knowing stuff. I certainly wish we got to see Kara display her resourcefulness, knowledge, & skills more often on the show, but fandom's insistence that she's actually way smarter than all these silly backwards primitive humans because she's from a planet that's made certain scientific advancements is incredibly fucking weird and frankly strikes me as the product of a colonialist mindset.

(I also just kind of think it's an uninteresting take on her character? She already has so many incredible abilities and interesting character traits, why does she ALSO have to be a "genius" who can rival Brainy & Lena in scientific thinking?)

💛: What is a popular ship you just can’t get behind, and why?

Supercat, for all the reasons I listed in my other post, and Sanvers, because the whole whitewashing thing is really egregious to me and also the way they were written just kind of grated on my nerves. Also Agentcorp. No real reason, I have no zingers to deliver about it. I just don't see it.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

You and I have already talked about how I don't actually think Lena has a "one-strike policy", and how the only person she actually cut off after only one strike was Andrea, whose betrayal came at a time when Lena was extremely vulnerable. I believe I've also mentioned to you in an ask that I think people read her politics wrong -- a lot of people classify her as a conservative when she is, IMO, clearly a libertarian, hence her pro-business, pro-gun, anti-secret government agencies, generally socially progressive views. (Additionally, one of the quirks of Supergirl's casting is that they accidentally cast all of Lena's past friends/lovers as people of color, which has some truly fascinating implications about Lena's racial politics.)

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Lena is the obvious answer, although the real truth about Lena is that she is, actually, quite morally all over the place, it's just that she's not any more morally all over the place than anyone else on the show. Andrea, also, I think gets a bad rap from some people and from the show itself, which I talked more about in my other post. Um...I don't think Clark is a bad person for leaving Kara with the Danverses? To quote one of Once Upon a Time's most repeated lines, he gave her her best chance. He wasn't ready to parent her and he knew it -- I think that takes real integrity to admit, actually. Does that mean Kara can't have complicated feelings about it? Of course not, but I don't think it's fair to say he "abandoned" her. Placing a child in a loving home is not "abandoning" them. It's quite the opposite.

(The Clark situation admittedly gets worse post-Crisis when suddenly he has two teenage sons who would've been born around the time Kara's pod landed, which means maybe Earth Prime Clark was down for being a parent but just didn't want to parent Kara specifically, which is much more dubious. But also, Crisis was very bad, so I prefer not to think about it.)

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

I guess it depends on if my options are "remove them vs. change how they were written" or "remove them vs. keep them as is"? If I have to keep them as is if I don't remove them, then the clear answer is Mon-El, whose presence I would argue damaged the show more irrevocably than any other writing decision.

If I can change how they were written, that's a different story -- Mon-El in the comics is a cool character and I think the show could've adapted his story in a genuinely interesting way. Imagine if, in S2, Kara had discovered a pod with an amnesiac child inside who appeared to be Kryptonian. Not only is she now just a little less alone, she now has a chance to make amends for her inability to take care of Clark! Except then we find out -- he's not Kryptonian, he's a Daxamite. The same species as Kryptonians, but they left Krypton ages ago (or were driven out -- perhaps the stories Kara was told as a child didn't tell the entire truth) and are known to be isolationist and xenophobic, with a particular hatred for Kryptonians. The Daxamite boy (who Kara named "Mon-El") gets accidentally exposed to lead, and Kara must banish him the way she herself was banished. Then, S3 comes along, and would you look at that - the Legion of Super-Heroes is here from the future! And their leader is none other than Kara's adopted baby brother Mon-El, now grown up and with all his memories returned to him. Cue drama! (While I'm making up a version of Supergirl that didn't exist, I'd also like this version of Mon-El to be Asian. We truly didn't need more white guys on this show.)

So if I were allowed to rewrite characters like that, I'd have to opt for getting rid of a character who wasn't just executed poorly, but conceived poorly as well. William is a pretty obvious choice, as they clearly only created him to be a love interest and had no earthly idea what to do with him when that didn't work out (or, well, at any point in time, actually). Even when the show moves him away from his S5 misogyny and his (kind of baffling, given how little effort she puts into the job he values so much) late S5-early S6 interest in Kara, the only character trait they can think up for him is "baking", which kind of says it all, really. Winn, I feel, is also extraneous; even if you get rid of his misogyny in S1, I just don't think we needed a nerdy white guy character. Lena and Brainy have the scientist role covered. So, IDK, either of them, I don't care lol.

💕: What is an unpopular ship that you like?

I already talked about Guardiancorp in my previous post and that's probably my only actually unpopular ship. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

I don't think killing characters off truly fits with the vibe of the show, which is one of a long list of reasons why William's death was bad. If I could instead put a character on a bus, it'd probably be J'onn -- they clearly ran out of ideas for his character partway through the show (and David Harewood frankly seemed to run out of interest in portraying the character as well). Which, honestly, that usually happens with older male mentor figures in shows about young women coming into their own -- look at Giles post-S5 on Buffy, for example. IMO both M'gann and Malefic (both of whom actually did get put on buses to Mars in the show proper) would be much more interesting Martians to have on the show full-time.

[recurring-polynya]

I'm on vacation, so here is a random grab-bag of Soul Society thoughts I had while staring into the sea today (this is mostly for @bleachbleachbleach but you can read it too)

One of my favorite conceits of B3's writing (I feel like things that appear in fanfiction are sort promoted from headcanons but I don't have a good word for it) is the notion that Rukongai has its own magic that is fundamentally different and, in fact, somewhat opposed to shinigami magic. This first shows up in Afar, Afar, where Momo loses her ability to see spirits in Junrinan (and perhaps even her memory that such a thing exists). There was also a notion of it in REVERSE THE BONE (the best Weird Rukongai fic ever written) about the train, which already exists in a sort of quantum state where it sometimes exists both forward and backward in time, but also that the journey depends on the passengers. There's a quote at the beginning, but nonetheless, has completely rewired my brain (it has been over a month, and I am still thinking about it):

Hisagi does not find this mollifying. “Yeah, but I don’t even think Captain Kuchiki gets the same train as the rest of us. Have you ever tried to use his restaurant reviews? Because I always print these things, and they sound great, then I go. And then they’ll look at me like—Well. It’s like I’m not even at the same restaurant. But hey, at least you’ll get to see a lot, right? I’ve heard East Rukongai these days is… fine!”

Within the context of the story, this is just hyperbole. Of course Byakuya experiences things differently, he's incredibly rich and powerful, etc, etc, but the thing that sticks in my head about this is that Byakuya is fundamentally different from Hisagi, and also Hitsugaya and Hinamori, who are the protagonists of this piece, because he is a creature of Soul Society and they are not.

The Rukon is a place for ghosts. For beings that lived a life on Earth and died. It is an afterlife. A thing I find incredibly interesting is that nearly all the Rukon-hailing shinigami we know of died as children. Additionally, they are all Really Good at being shinigami--captains and vice-captains, although this is a function of Bleach being a story about the more powerful members of Soul Society. Anyway, I think this is not a coincidence.

Two things that are true about Bleach are that: a) liminal things, hybrid things, things that exist at the boundaries of two other things, tend to be more powerful b) power is also achieved through transformation

It makes 100% sense to me that a child ghost has more potential to become in Soul Society. We also know that aging is non-linear, and that age changes tend to come in concert with increases in power. All of this feels very consistent and right to me.

In particular, consider Rukia, who died as a baby (and we don't know this for sure, but her sister, who died as an older child or teen did not seem to have the same potential). She was human, but only got to live a small fraction of the life she could have, and instead, went to Soul Society, and became such a creature of Soul Society, that she not only achieved bankai, but trained in the Royal Realm, a thing that few other shinigami get to do.

This reminded me of a line from my own fanfic, Hold On, Hold On, where I was trying to make sense of the "lieutenant is equivalent of nobility" thing (through the convenient mouthpieces of Kira and Hinamori):

“High ranking shinigami are basically considered to be nobility,” Izuru explains. “Or close enough for most purposes.” “The argument goes,” Momo elaborates, in a way that she knows will resonate with Renji, “that the reason nobles are noble is because their souls are so pure and strong, right? So how else can you explain the captains that come from Rukongai? You can’t, so you have to act like they’re noble, too, right? Noble logic.”

And while I don't think I'm wrong, what if there's more to it? What if there is something that is fundamental to one's nature that nobles and powerful shinigami have in common, something that also corresponds to the nature of the Seireitei.

There's one other thing that I think they may have in common, and that's the ability to reproduce. Fanon is split on this topic, but I've always been of the mind that having babies in Soul Society is something only people with strong spiritual energy are able to do. So, in that sense, if noble people see themselves as defined by having been born in the Soul Society, of being creatures who have never lived, it's not exactly the same, but a Rukongai wandering soul who gains the ability to reproduce is certainly a step closer, no?

(Is this the part where I talk about Soul Society nobility and their parallels to faeries, with their low birthrate and stealing babies and people of talent to join their underground magical kingdom?)

An interesting ramification of all of this, is that you've got Rukia and Renji, who represent one of the most successful cases of dead souls acclimating to Soul Society and reaching the highest echelons of power, but I strongly suspect that there are still some fundamentally Rukon things about them-- things they see, things they feel, things they remember. What makes this extra cool to me is the fact that they hang out with Byakuya, the product of dozens of generations of Soul Society lineage. In fact, the catalyst for all of this thinking was me thinking about Byakuya having an instinctive distrust of the sea, whereas Rukia and Renji and Hisana all love it. Now, I am generally not very interested in Ichika, but I am interested in the fact that she is something different than her parents. That on some level she has more in common with Byakuya. I mean, is this the origin stories for Soul Society's noble clans in the first place? Some souls made themselves powerful enough to make more of themselves?? That is a pretty interesting thought to me, not that I've come up with anything interesting to do with it. It's like, what if you were a changeling, and you got adopted by the king of the faeries and you had a baby with another human changeling, but your baby was a faery? (Polynya, this was the plot of Books of Magic. Kinda sorta. You have somehow achieved your life goal of six degrees of John Constantine-ing Tim Hunter and Kuchiki Rukia and it was entirely by accident.)

Anyway, that was my complete quota of interesting Ichika thoughts for today (I still think it would have been cooler if they got to conceive a baby in the Royal Realm but no one asked me).

The more interesting direction that these thoughts took goes back to B3's fic, in the sense of: do the nobles avoid the Rukon? What is it that they don't like about it? The implication is always just basically that it's poor and not as nice as the Seireitei, but what if there are things that are in opposition to the law and order that people like Yamamoto have imposed on the controlled area inside the city walls. Even the Shiba, the infamous rebel outcasts only live in District 1.

Consider Ukitake's backstory--his noble family were so desperate to save their sick child that they went out to District 76 and made a deal with a god/a piece of the Soul King (is there a difference? does it matter?), a thing which gave Ukitake the capability to become a vessel for a god. I feel like Mimihagi wouldn't/couldn't have made that deal with an ordinary soul. This happened a super long time ago and I bet there have been all kinds of cautionary tales, etc, to discourage this kind of behavior today. (Which also ties a little into Yhwach's "the Gotei used to be better, you suck now" comment)

I'm not really converging on any sort of conclusion, here, it's just sort of interesting to me. The Rukongai sort of represents wild lawlessness, I think, the loss of rules and sense. The TYBW is all about how the order of Soul Society (and Hueco Mundo and the Living World) is a thing that was invented for and by the shinigami for their own benefit, and I think they don't even really have control of their entire realm, just the central bit.

There's a constant fanon outcry of "why do the shinigami neglect Rukongai?" and it's always because "Soul Society sucks" and "Central 46 is dicks" etc, but I think it's interesting to think about the shinigami as a social order that truly has limited power, and that there is a lot of shit in the Rukon that is more than is dreamt of in their philosophy, if you get my drift, whether it's werewolf clans or trains that don't obey the laws of time and space. It's like the way in a horror movie, the cop or the army dude gets taken down by the monster in the woods who is eventually defeated by a teen or something. Shinigami are very powerful when it comes to dealing with the interface between the World of the Living and their personal World of the Dead, but they are less well equipped to deal with the things in their own backyard.

Regretfully, none of this cohered in my head into anything that I could spin into a good story (I'm not sure they even cohered into this essay), but maybe it will roll around in my head long enough to grow a pearl, who knows?

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Brat’s Punishment

(Masky x Red x Hoodie) (OC) (NSFW)

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“Don’t fucking try to weasel your way out of this one, Red,” he sneers

Masky’s pissed

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure that much out

It also wouldn’t take a genius to realize you probably shouldn’t provoke him any further

But you have a nasty habit of always writing a check you can’t cash

So with a “hmp,” you fold your arms over your chest and decide to feign ignorance

“I don’t fucking know what happened to them, Masky. Maybe you smoked them all like you usually do. Don’t try to pin this on me just cause you want someone to buy you a fresh pack”

Oh, you’ve really done it now

“Red.”

He takes a menacing step towards you as he snarls your name out

You don’t want to back down

You shouldn’t show weakness

But he’s so imposing—his larger form towering over yours—it’s almost impossible to resist mimicking his step backward

“Give them back, now, and I might rethink all the ways I’m planning on making you pay for them”

His threat shouldn’t resonate the way it does throughout your body

A shiver that shouldn’t respond to his malice licks up your spine

You try to play it off like it’s nothing

“You don’t scare me,” you lie, “and you have no proof it was me. Why don’t you go bother Hoodie for them instead?”

Over the years of being around the proxies, you should know by now that mentioning Hoodie has a weird side-effect of summoning him

You feel something shift in your back pocket

It’s faint, just barely even noticeable

And next thing you know, the remainder of Masky’s cigs materialize next to you in a familiar-looking hand

Masky snatches them from Hoodie before you can

He holds them up to you, and when you try to back away to make your dashing escape, you find yourself colliding with Hoodie behind you

His hands wrap around your wrists, like he knows you were trying to get away

Your body tenses, and it has him chuckling, his breath warm against your neck

“If you didn’t steal them, then what the fuck are these?”

All signs point towards you giving up

You should come clean

But you’ve always been one to push your luck past its limits

So with an overinflated sense of confidence to compensate for how utterly hopeless you are, you shrug

“Those are my cigs”

“Bullshit,” he calls, his eyes narrowing

You want to turn away, but Hoodie’s grip is too firm for you to jerk free

They know your tricks

“What do you want, a receipt or something?” you hiss sarcastically

“They’re the same brand I always get. And I know for a fact that you didn’t buy them yourself,” Masky interrupts

“Don’t try to lie to us, sweetheart,” Hoodie joins with a snicker, “you know you got caught, you can’t escape it”

His grasp around you tightens as if to prove his point

A knot coils in your stomach

You’re torn between wanting to give in and wanting to push your luck just a bit further

“I’m not lying,” you insist, “stop trying to pin this on me”

With one last threatening step on Masky’s part, you find yourself pressing up between both men

They feel almost unbearably warm and solid on either side of you

You feel like you just might melt

“Aww, look at that,” Hoodie hums, “she’s getting all flustered~”

His teasing only aggravates the warmth spreading to your cheeks

You jerk against his hold one last time, but he doesn’t budge in the slightest

He’s too strong for you

“You’re just begging for a punishment, aren’t you?”

Masky grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger

He jerks your head up so that you’ve no choice but to make eye contact with him

His dark eyes survey yours, almost like he’s daring you to say something

You swallow thickly

For the first time in a while, you’re at a loss for words

He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, and his eyes suddenly fixate on your mouth, like he’s in some kind of trance

When he pushes the digit past your lips, it has you whimpering

“Suck,” he orders

His voice sounds low and husky and hungry

You do as he says without arguing because, admittedly, you want this

He presses his thumb down onto your tongue, then moves it back and forth and in and out of your welcoming mouth

“There we go, you’re much more obedient when you can’t talk back, aren’t you?”

You squeeze your thighs together—as if it could help relieve the ache gnawing at your core

Hoodie seems to catch on to what you’re doing

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck with a velvety chuckle, like he’s amused by your obvious desire

“I bet she’d rather suck on something bigger~”

His teeth scrape against your throat, teasing at your fluttering pulse

“Yeah, a cocky little brat like that needs something to shut you up, don’t you?”

Masky tilts his head, a cruel grin spreading on his face

“That why you’re always stealing my cigs? You need something to keep your mouth busy? Or you just like the negative attention?”

Hoodie somehow pushes up closer against you, until he’s full-on grinding his pelvis against your backside

You stifle a moan as both of their erections dig into your most sensitive spots

Your thoughts are racing a mile a minute

You want them

And it seems like the feeling’s mutual

“Get on your knees”

Masky’s sudden command has your stomach fluttering as he retracts his digit from your lips

You know you shouldn’t be such a damn brat—especially not after everything you’ve done—but you can’t help challenge his authority, just to see what he’d do

“Make me”

It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back

You’re forced to your knees before you can even register what’s happening

“Cocky little brat,” Masky snarls

His hands impatiently tug at his belt, and you notice Hoodie doing the same

“Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to put you right back into your place, sweetheart~”

The pit of your stomach clenches fervently as Hoodie finally pulls himself free

You can tell by the self-satisfied grin on his face that he likes your reaction

But you just can’t help but admire the sight of him; he’s long and hard and throbbing, with just the right amount of girth you know will be more than enough to satiate you

He runs his hand up and down his length, just inches from your face, like he’s teasing you on purpose

You want to taste him

You’re about to bring your mouth up to him when Masky abruptly steals your attention, like he’s jealous of the way you were eyeing his best friend

He wraps his belt around your throat in a makeshift leash, letting the worn leather bite into your neck, and with a short tug, he pulls you towards him

You gasp, the breath escaping your lungs before you quickly manage to recover

You know that was just a warning

“Come here, pet”

You want to bite back some sassy retort, but he releases his erection from his pants, and once again, you find yourself speechless

“Open”

You don’t need to be told twice

You part your lips and stick your tongue out so that he can tap the head of his thick cock against it

“Atta girl, finally fucking listening, aren’t you?”

Masky’s voice is like a low growl—it brings a shiver from your spine all the way down to your sex

He pushes his hips forwards until the tip of his length is hitting the very back of your throat, and when you hollow out your cheeks around him, he tugs at the belt and groans

“Fuck”

The way he curses has your core throbbing

You shift in place, the ache slowly becoming unbearable

“God, you look fucking cute with a dick down your throat”

Hoodie’s filthy praise has you whimpering around Masky, earning yet another guttural cuss from the proxy

A short yank to the belt, and Masky somehow forces himself deeper down your throat

You gag around him, and Hoodie chuckles, his fist leisurely moving up and down his cock

“Looks like we finally found a good use for that cocky mouth of yours, huh?”

He strokes himself from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip

And then he gives a few playful taps to the side of your face, smearing his precum on your cheek like he’s claiming you

“Good slut~” he teases

It doesn’t take long for Masky to lose himself to the feeling of your lips wrapping around him

Using his belt as leverage, he starts pumping his length at a more demanding pace—using you like you’re just a toy for his pleasure

The leather strap tightens around your throat until you can barely breathe

Your eyes start to water, saliva dribbling down from around Masky’s dick and onto your own chest

You’re making a mess

Every time he hits the back of your throat, you make an indignant noise, like a gag or a whimper, and it has him groaning and sighing

You can tell Hoodie’s enjoying the sight

“Aww, is our poor little brat struggling to keep up?” he coos mockingly, his thumb smearing at the excess precum beading at his tip

You look up at him, almost pleadingly with your mouth stuffed full, and his cock twitches in his hand

He snickers

“Fuck, how cute~”

Like he’s trying to steal your attention away again, Masky gives  a particularly rough thrust, and you gag again, your hands blindly reaching for his calves to find something to brace yourself against

“Don’t fucking try to look away when I’m punishing you”

Your fingers dig into his legs as you choke around him

You’re getting lightheaded

But your struggle only encourages him to fuck your throat faster and harder

“You want a break, hm? Can’t handle having your bratty little mouth used like this?”

When you whimper in response to Masky’s cruel teasing, he grunts

“Too bad, sunshine. This is what filthy little thieves get,” he hisses

With every push of his hips in and out of your open mouth, you can feel his length pulsing on your tongue

If you weren’t getting desperate for his cock before, you most certainly are now

It’s like your body’s on fire, and the only way to make it stop is for one of them to just fuck you already

You can tell Hoodie’s getting impatient as well

He crouches behind you, his hands reaching under your shirt to pinch and grope at your tits

You moan in response, your sex clenching around nothing, and Masky groans

“Take her shirt off, I wanna see more of her”

Hoodie happily obliges

The material’s easily ripped off your chest, exposing your tits for the both of them to enjoy

Filthy compliments fall from Hoodie’s lips as his hands busy themselves with your chest

Your stomach tightens with every dirty word of praise, and even more so when he tugs on your sensitive nipples 

You need them

As if they can read your mind, Masky pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick before snapping off

He adjusts the belt around your throat to give you more slack, and you breathe gratefully as the air fills your lungs

“Hands and knees. Now”

You’re too dazed to disobey

When you do as he orders, you feel Hoodie yank your pants down and give a rough smack! to your ass

“God, she’s fucking drenched,” he groans

His hands tease at your soaked underwear, stroking up and down your  slit before moving the material to the side to reveal your dripping sex

Masky shifts to his knees in front of you, this time gripping at your hair to get you to look up at him

“Don’t think I’m done punishing that bratty mouth just yet,��� he grunts, “after all that talking back, you’re taking every fucking drop of cum down your throat”

Before you can say anything, he crams himself all the way back in between your lips

Almost at the exact same time, Hoodie pushes forwards to sheathe the entirety of his length into your exposed cunt

Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack around Masky as Hoodie stretches you out oh so perfectly

He cusses at the way your walls grip him so tightly, then grabs a fistful of the flesh of your ass before giving another spank!

Masky chuckles at your reaction, his cock twitching as he slides it in and out of your mouth

“Mmh, you already look so fucked out of your mind. Was that really all it took? Just a bit of throat fucking, and you turn all needy and submissive for us?”

He pushes the tip of his length into the side of your mouth and gives a few taps over the bulge it creates in your cheek

“Maybe next time, you’ll learn not to take what’s not yours. Or is this just gonna make you wanna do it even more now?”

Any other time, you’d gladly shit-talk him back for being so arrogant and condescending

But right now, all you can think about is how good it feels to have them both using you at the same time

Hoodie’s pace is slow and deep, like he’s taking his time to enjoy the way your sopping cunt sucks him in and out 

He reaches around to toy with your clit, and when you clench around him, he hums a deliciously husky “fuck, good girl~ Squeeze my dick nice and hard for me~”

You know you won’t be able to last very long

With every roll of his pelvis into you, your cunt flutters and an involuntary moan escapes your busy mouth

When your thighs start shaking, they must be able to tell you’re getting close because they get rougher

Masky’s thrusts become more erratic as he watches the dazed, fucked-out look on your face with a sardonic grin

Hoodie brings his hand down on your ass over and over again in a slew of punishing smacks as he plunges himself so deep, you swear he’s nearly hitting your cervix

You’re reduced to a pathetic shaking, drooling mess between the two

Too much, it’s all too much

When your orgasm crashes into you, it’s overwhelming 

Your eyes roll back, your back arching as your cunt gushes around Hoodie’s cock

Masky yanks on your leash, forcing himself to the very back of your mouth with a low groan that has you moaning around him

His hips still, and you feel his cock pulse as he releases down your throat, just like he said he would

You try not to choke on his cum through the midst of your orgasm—but there’s so much of it

He releases everything he had pent up for you, then gives a few slow, languid thrusts to enjoy the warmth of your mouth just a bit longer

Hoodie’s grip on your hips and ass is bruising as he nears

It’s like he’s not just pounding into you anymore—he’s using your body to jerk himself off

Right as the stimulation is on the cusp of becoming painful, his cock throbs inside your squelching walls and he empties himself inside you

They both take a few moments to savor the way you feel around them; your cunt full, still fluttering around Hoodie with your lips pleasantly wrapped around Masky’s girth

And by the time they both finally pull out, you nearly collapse

You’re a shaking mess, cum dripping out of you, drool all over your bare chest—they’re wrecked you

Masky gives one final tug of his belt to force you to look up at him

He snickers at the look in your eyes

“Looks like we found the perfect way to deal with that bratty little mouth of yours, haven’t we, Red?~”