#jaws is a major red flag

[spellshite]

HEY GUYS ANOTHER ONE OF MY POLLS!!

I was planning to romance Minthara bc I feel like she'd be the perfect enabler for Jaws, the dragonborn evil durge.

...but now, he's currently in the flirting stage with both Lae'zel and Astarion bc his scaley ass would never refuse free sexy nights.

As for now, everything is fine but as soon as I'll get to Act 2 I'll have to choose one. And I don't know if I can postpone them long enough to recruit Minthara and start the romance with her.

So-

[bunnys-kisses]

"ex" husband

simon "ghost" riley

cw: pwp/smut, ex husband!simon, possessive!simon, dark themes, mirror sex & other smut, major red flags, proceed with caution, bad husband!simon, manipulation

bunny says: once you fuck crazy, you never not fuck crazy

simon didn't believe in divorce. he made a vow to be with you till death, he wasn't going to skimp out on the years you could spend together. he wouldn't accept that you wanted to be without him.

he had you on the floor of your shared bedroom, you were holding onto him behind yourself while his hands were on your hips. he was rubbing his cock up against your slick entrance.

"have you had any other guys over? fuckin' them in my bed, in my home that i paid for?" he held it over your head as he watched your face contort with pleasure. he continued to rub his tip up against your slit.

"no, simon." you panted. your heart raced with every moment that passed. your body was hot all over. "i haven't had anyone else, not since you." your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation for what was to come. you were almost certain that your cunt was formed to the size of his cock.

"good, good. i don't want some fuckin' prick comin' to my home and fuckin' my girl." his voice was low as he got a hand between your legs and touched your clit with his rough fingers.

you arched your back and moaned out loud. you could be as loud as you needed to be. he kept his wife in a home far enough from everything that you could whimper and whine to your heart's content. your eyes fluttered closed as you felt the thrill of pleasure through your body.

"nothin' can have ya. no stupid asshole who thinks he can have what is mine. you made a promise, love. to be loyal to your husband." he growled as he gripped your jaw with his other hand and made you look into the mirror, "i don't think someone who wants to leave her husband would be lettin' him fuck her in their bedroom."

"simon, please." you whimper.

"nah, nah, love.' he said, accent heavier due to the immense lust in his body, "i was a good man to you. lovin', carin', did everythin' for ya. and you turn around like an ungrateful brat and try to leave me." his voice was getting deadly. his hand still held your jaw and his other played with your clit. you were stuck to him, "fuckin' slag. surprised you haven't fucked your way through the neighborhood to find a new man. because you'd never find one like me. or you're scared. scared i'd find him, and make him go missin'."

you swallowed, fear struck through you, "simon. i didn't sleep with anyone."

he buried his nose into your hair and groaned as his cock still prodded your pussy lips, "i know, i know. you don't actually want to leave me. your girlfriends got these thoughts into your head that i don't think are true. better without me? love, i made you."

you panted heavily, it was hard to look into the mirror with his hot words into your mouth. maybe he was right, maybe you didn't want to leave him. he had given you everything throughout your entire marriage. why would you sacrifice it?

he pulled his hand away from your pussy and guided his cock into your pussy. the stretch had you gripping onto him. the angle was awkward but he had you contorted to fit his pleasure.

"my good wife." he purred, "i'll always love you. even when you're not usin' that head of yours right. but don't worry." he kissed your cheek, "i'll always take care of my girl."

you held onto him as he thrusted into your from behind. you felt the air leave your lungs whenever he pushed into you. it was an intense feeling on your behalf. you had never imagined that fucking your soon-to-be ex-husband would feel so good.

"like that, love?"

you nodded meekly, "it feels good."

"that's a good girl." he groaned, "made perfectly for me. you are such a good girl for me, love. why would you want to go anywhere? stay with me, keep your vow."

your thighs quivered from the intense feeling of pleasure. your breathing was heavy and your head felt full. your heart leapt every time his cock nudged against a sensitive spot.

"please, simon. i can't be your wife."

"you can. and you will." he took you by the face and tilted your head back so he could kiss you passionately.

you melted into the kiss, as did the last of your resolve. your core throbbed with a need for him. he melted away all your problems. the more he fucked you, the more you wanted to stay with him.

he was your husband after all.

the sex between you two was hot and messy. it made you core soaked as he continued to bully his cock into your sweet cunt with every hard thrust.

"say you love me."

"i love you." you replied, your eyes hooded.

"good girl." he groaned, "i want to hear that every day until you can no longer speak." he licked across your bottom lip, "my good girl."

you whined as your body shook with each thrust of his hips. your pussy clenched around his cock. you felt your mouth to be dry and you voice strained.

simon loved taking you apart, only to put you back together. he continued to fuck you with abandon. he gazed at you with his nose in your hair as he thrusted up into you.

your noises were so cute, you really just were so small compared to him. you needed him! what were you thinking leaving him? you needed your big strong military husband to make sure that you were safe. don't be silly now!

he kissed your neck as he felt the surge of pleasure in his gut. his heart hammered with each every thrust. you were made for him. as he kissed the tip of your ear, he felt the blush that spread across your skin.

"please, simon."

"i got ya, love." he said, "i got ya." with a few more thrusts that hit in just the right place. you saw stars as you climaxed around his cock. his was soon to follow as his cum hit the back of your womb.

where it belonged.

as you rested your face on the carpet of the bedroom in an effort to cool down, simon grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you once more. his cock still painfully hard.

"you've done enough damage, love. so just sit there and let your husband take care of you." his voice was low and deadly. your best option would to just let simon do what he wanted.

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"so mrs. riley. you've decided against the divorce. any particular reason why?"

you relaxed a little bit in the sleek office chair across the desk from your lawyer. your hand was on your middle as you smiled, "well, we're having a son soon, and he needs his father in his life. so i reconsidered."

"the case against your husband is fairly strong. broken locks on the door, his overly possessive behaviour, the text messages and voice mails, all of it. you could be granted a divorce quite easily."

you shook your head, "no need. we've worked it out." you smiled at the lawyer. you knew your simon was waiting for you in the car. his words echoed in your mind as you assured your lawyer that her services weren't needed.

you and simon were properly a family now. you didn't need to tear it apart. after all, how else were you going to end up with many little rileys running around?

[ririblogsss]

I have found inspiration to write :).

The flash for the fist time in forever stop moving. No twitching. NO moving his leg up and down. No running back and forward to the cafeteria for snacks. He was completely still with his jaw open looking past Batman who at the moment was giving the league members an overview of the missions that have been happening within the past month. Immediately everyone locked in, Flash not moving major red flag. Batman caught it first and proceeded to turn around in a split of a second and froze (caught of guard) this caused the other league members to slowly turn their heads and eyes away from starring at the Flash. And they couldn't believe their eyes.

Superman had his jaw dropped.

Flash was pointing and unable to form words the only sound escaping his mouth was vocals "aa" "ee" he was over all gobsmacked.

Not like the other leagues were fairing any better. It's just that their eyes could not make their brain correctly process what they were seeing. And what they were currently seeing was a teenager with white hair with a box of donuts and drinking something out of a coffee cup. Now this is the watchtower everyone has seen teenagers from various backgrounds to say the least enjoy their coffee and snacks. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the teen wasn't one of theirs. Not that it really matters Batman.

What actually matters is that the kids outside. IN SPACE. How is he surviving. How isn't he dead? Is he an alien? Then why is the box of donuts from earth?

And the kid has the gull to smile sheepishly?????

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Danny only wanted help. HE SWEARSS. And the Justice League wasn't helping after they had been spammed with calls for help against the Ghosts. Amity parkers think that the JL has banned them from making calls. So Danny decided if they won't come. He will go to them, but his parents did not raise a disrespectful child the Fentons maybe break tax laws and driving laws and overall all OSHA regulations. BUT THEY NEVER DISRESPECT (unless warranted) ANYBODY. And Danny wasn't about to misrepresent them. So he brought a box of donuts and his fathers homemade fudge in hopes to make some sort of slightly good impression.

So taking a breath in (as a force of habit) he knocked on the watchtowers window and didn't become intangible and go in until Wonder Woman nodded with her head yes.

Batman was side-eying WW, but Danny decided that Wonder Woman had more decision power in this instance.

So with the approval that he may come in Danny made himself (and everything else) intangible so he could enter. Once inside he realize that Jazz had been correct in telling him to at least know how he was going to approach the subject.

He placed the treats on the table and made a gesture that they could eat. He took a sip of his hot ecto and then he opened his mouth.

"Why are you guys hunting us down for sport? w-we are people too"

Danny said it in such a broken voice with teary eyes. He really should have practiced first.

The JL choked.

[sunshine-and-kookies]

Venom

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Summary-> With an impending hurricane tailing your city's shore, your despair to seek shelter elsewhere was off the charts.

Fortunately for you, your brother's best friend had ample amount of space for you in his abode.

Unfortunately for you, he has just as much leeway in his heart, prompting you to consider, maybe the hurricane was a safer choice in the first place.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairing: Soft!Yandere Jeongguk x Reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Genre: Angst, Fluff, Yandere

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings: Manipulation, Gas-lighting, stifling toxic relationship, dub con subtle touching, Jeongguk being a major red flag with no sense of boundaries , Jeongguk has a skewed moral compass.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Word count: 1.7k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Disclaimer: This standalone piece delves into themes that may be triggering or dark in nature. It is important to note that the behaviors portrayed by Jungkook are purely fictional and do not reflect his real-life character. Reader discretion is advised. Minors are discouraged from engaging with this content. Remember, plagiarism is a serious offense.

“Copyright @sunshine-and-kookies 2024. All rights reserved. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

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Lugging your suitcase on the pristine white marble floor of the high-end complex, you briskly pace towards the elevator. Gingerly clicking the button to the topmost floor of the estate, you heave a sigh of relief. Navigating through the bustling streets of Seoul, especially on a busy Monday, has worn you out to the brink of exhaustion. The elevator dinged, prompting you to get inside.

The aftermath of the upheaval caused by the cyclone in your city forced you to abandon your dilapidated apartment building.

With a tear-stricken face and no roof over your head, you had to resort to calling your brother in the wee hours of dawn. 

Long story short, you were to house with a colleague of his, Jeon Jeongguk, temporarily until your apartment was refurbished.

Wringing your wrists together, you mull over how to introduce yourself.

Talking to people was never your forte, and sharing a roof with a man to whom you would be forever indebted had you conjuring up greetings to make a good first impression.

Scrambling through the elevator vault, you trudge towards the large mahogany door of the penthouse, rapping your knuckles on it.

You could discern light footsteps sauntering towards the door. 

With half a mind to turn around and beat a hasty retreat, your grip on the handle of the suitcase tightens. 

The door opens, and the first thing you see is a mop of curled, disheveled, black locks before a face pops out. 

Jeon Jeongguk was in a league of his own. 

With shimmering dark doe eyes that turned into crescent moons at the sight of you, a tall, well-defined nose that scrunched endearingly, a jawline sculpted by Adonis himself, and lips so cushiony, that had you biting yours to stifle lunging at his for a taste.

Gaping like a fish out of the sea, you thrust your hand towards him and mutter a meek, "I'm Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you."

He chortles.

Smacking your outstretched hand and pulling you into his embrace.

He holds you for a moment before bellowing with a charming grin, "Ah, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine. But I would rather you drop the formalities. Your brother and I are great friends after all."

"Of course. I'm just very grateful that you're letting me stay at your place on such short notice. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."

With a playful twinkle in his eye, he quips, "Inconvenience? Darling, having you here is anything but. Trust me, it's not an inconvenience in the slightest."

You bashfully nod and murmur, "I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible."

His smile fades instantly, his expression hardening as he retorts with a clenched jaw. "You staying out of my way? That's not why you're here, Y/N. I want you to feel comfortable, not like you have to tiptoe around."

You offer him a sheepish quirk of your lips, distracting him from his ire as he glances at the curve of your plush lips. His eyes darken the longer he stares.

Perturbed by the sudden attention, you let out a light cough, breaking him out of his reverie.

His hand finds purchase on the small of your back as he grabs hold of your luggage. Opening the door wider, his smile widens as he motions for you to enter. "Shall we?" he asks with a charismatic grin, his demeanor back to inviting and reassuring.

Without waiting for your response, he ushers you inside, his hand still curled around your waist, almost possessively.

He closes the door behind him, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long before he speaks, "Make yourself comfortable, second door to the right. I'll get you something to drink."

Once he leaves you to settle in, you try to shake off the feeling of his intense, almost palpable gaze by entering your temporary bedroom and taking in your grand surroundings.

The bedroom exudes opulence at every turn. The walls are draped in expensive silk wallpaper, a deep shade of burgundy that exudes richness and warmth. Swathes of velvet curtains drape elegantly around the bed. 

The bedding is a decadent ensemble of Egyptian cotton sheets, adorned with embroidered patterned motifs in gold thread, and a plush velvet duvet. A gleaming chandelier that hung from the ceiling added to the room's grandeur. The room was regal and lavish in every sense.

Unpacking the suitcase, you arrange your clothes in the walk-in wardrobe. Your hands unfurl your lace underwear, smoothing out the wrinkles left in their wake.

"What are you doing?"

A shriek escapes you as you hide your hands behind your back. 

"N-Nothing." 

"Y/n, I'm not going to repeat myself. You're living in my house now, and I'll have you know I will not appreciate you hiding anything from me."

Your lack of response prompts the irate man to grab your forearms before gripping whatever you were hiding from him.

He stills.

He clutches the offending item in his hand like his life depends on it.

You wanted the ground to swallow you instantly.

Mortified, you lurch towards him and take your panties back, eyeing him incredulously.

He quickly apologizes, cheeks flushing red. "I'm really sorry, Y/N," he says, his voice softening.

"I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that." he says, though his tone lacks genuine remorse.

You accept the underwear with a wary look, your expression guarded. "Just... please don't do that again," you say, voice tinged with a mix of irritation and distrust.

He nods, feigning contrition as he tries to mask his growing arousal.

"Of course not," he assures you, biting back a grin, though a mischievous glint remains in his eyes.

"Anyways, freshen up, Y/N. I'm sure the travel must have been very taxing for you."

You nod hesitantly. "Sure, but please don't worry yourself preparing dinner. I'm already full."

"You don't get a choice, Y/N. What I say goes. No skipping meals under my watch."

You're about to protest, but he ushers you inside the washroom.

"Get in now. Don't forget your underwear this time." He jibes playfully.

The smile Jeongguk adorned slipped off the moment you closed the door.

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Living with Jeongguk entailed a lot of things. 

He was as capricious as one could get.

He was sweet. Eliciting chuckles from you as you both do your laundry, feeding you strawberries as you sit on the kitchen counter watching him cook, and taking playful jibes at you as you both compete playing overwatch. He spoiled you, and you let him.

This was undoubtedly your first mistake.

What began as sweet gestures soon morphed into stifling control. He was overbearingly caring and fussy, ensuring you ate all your meals on time.

His overprotective nature was omnipresent as he made sure to drop and pick you up from college, glaring at anyone he deemed a threat to his "best friend's sister." 

With each passing day, his grip tightened, his possessiveness growing like a creeping vine, wrapping around your life and choking out your independence.

He monitored your every move, criticizing your outfit choices, isolating you from your friends, and slowly making you depend solely on him. For entertainment, for affection, for food, and for shelter. Until your resolve broke. 

You began to question, and push back against his control. But for every step you took towards freedom, he pulled you two steps back, manipulating your emotions with expert precision.

The sweetness of his gestures became tainted with manipulation, his spoiling ways a guise for his insidious intentions. You no longer wish to be the passive recipient of his spoiling ways.

"I'm not asking you for permission, Jeongguk. I'm telling you that I'm moving back to my place. It has been renovated, and there is no need for me to stay here anymore."

The weight of his gaze bore down on you as you hear him let out an indignant scoff. "That's cute."

You arch a brow, encouraging him to elaborate.

He grins. "It's cute you think you can leave whenever you please, baby." He hums contentedly, approaching you with a confident gait.

Your brow furrows at his dismissive response, a mixture of frustration and determination coursing through your veins. His words were like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the power imbalance that had sullied your relationship.

But you refused to cower in the face of his arrogance, standing your ground as he closed the distance between you with a smug grin. His confidence radiated like a suffocating aura, but you refused to let it intimidate you.

Caught in his tight grasp, you struggled against his hold, feeling the pressure of his fingers like steel clamps on your arm.

"I won't let you go," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he tightened his grip, refusing to release you from his grasp.

"Don't you get it, Y/N? You came here on your own volition, but you only leave on mine."

Thrashing against him, you realize the extent of his obsession. The one that has sucked you into perilous doom.

"I've known you're mine since the day I saw you drop Tae's lunch in the office. How naive of him to think I'll befriend him without an axe to grind."

Your eyebrows furrow at that.

"People like him are just pawns in my world. Pawns without an ounce of dignity. Why do you think brother dearest asked you to live with a colleague of his rather than his own house, that too in the face of adversity?"

Your eyes widen with disbelief as you still in his hold. 

"Like I said baby, the only one you should rely on is me. I'll keep you safe."

He smirks as he sees the fight in you leave. A sense of resignation washing over you.

"Now be a good girl and kiss me."

Jeon Jeongguk was a lot of things.

He was charming, charismatic, and possessive to a fault.

But above all else, he was a master manipulator, skilled in the art of twisting words and emotions, tailored to suit his own desires.

You learned it the hard way. 

The hurricane you escaped was a safer, more viable option than residing with this monster.

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“©© All rights reserved to @sunshine-and-kookies. No translations permitted without explicit authorization.”

[chaifootsteps]

so in the preview of the 'Viv is a bad person' vid the uploader clarified that it wasn't just the pilot VA cast who got booted when the move to Amazon happened

it was basically everyone who worked on the pilot. According to them only four people remained from the pilot to the show proper - Viv herself, Sam and two people working on the score

honestly the pilot cast's treatment was the first major red flag for Viv about me but if this is true it's pretty jaw dropping that basically no one was chosen to - or wanted to - come back for the actual show

Jesus Christ...

[eggroll-sama]

Touchstarved Demo Review

Played the demo of Touchstarved and I can’t get it out of my head. Refreshing tumblr every three seconds to read people’s stances on the game so I’m going to do it myself. Here’s are my current stances on the characters.

KURAS

Rather secluded and to himself, initial reactions wise I was disappointed in not getting to know more about him in the demo. but at the same time, the demo set the stage for what exactly I could expect from his route. Slow-burn. Much like what I expect Mhin’s route to be like, but moreso focused on getting to know his past. He doesn’t voice his internal struggles because he has a firm barrier he sets between himself and other, probably hates getting too close to human’s because he is immortal and doesn’t like the idea of getting attached to things that are temporary.

Also, after listening to the Q and A on YouTube and how supposedly Kuras will do some messed up shit in his route, I’m really excited to see what’s up with this tight-lipped doctor. He is definitely not the nice, charitable doctor that he is known for in Lowtown.

On a positive note, his design is probably my favorite in the game! Very unique, gorgeous, and ethereal, so pretty that I know if he existed in real life he’d be out of my league and would be popular just because of how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he is. Mr Steal your girl, but he’s respectful so he won’t be a home wrecker.

(More reviews under the cut)

LEANDER

A character that I thought looked so suspicious and weirded out, but fell in love with when playing the game. I thought he looked like a psychopath!

Because I’m a stupid, easily manipulated dumbass, I initially didn’t really capture his red flags when playing the demo. Every time he let me touch him, my heart beat wouldn’t stop! And his blush is so adorable. He seemed like the trustworthy nice-guy that just wanted to help a poor soul out. And uh, chest. The chest really had an effect on me and his entire outfit didn’t help. Black turtle necks awaken something in me, yknow? And the belts? Hoe energy.

After replaying the demo a few times, it just stands out to me how much of a player he is. Before realizing MC was at the bar because of Kuras, he was in flirting mode and probably considering MC to be part of his escapades. The disappointment in his tone and face when he found out MC was there for business 😂😂.

We get the most information of Leander from the special conversation with the characters so I am quite pumped to know what exactly this guy is about, cuz each person has varying, colorful opinions on him. I find it so funny that Vere, the most flirtatious in the game, is weirded out by shameless Leander is. Maybe that is Leander’s flaw? The leader of the Bloodhounds, envied by many and respected by most, is the most submissive and horny bitch on the planet. Ok ok, I’m done. But I could go on and on about this man.

(Side note, Mhin and Leander definitely had a drunken one night stand. And Mhin absolutely regretted it)

Even after reading all the theories on how sus he is, his interactions were probably my favorite in the entire game. I’m just so intrigued by him.

VERE

Not the biggest fan of Vere. I’m not into animal ears and tails.

Im going to be honest in real life I would be flustered by Vere’s advances and probably feel a sort of fascination towards him echen to attraction, but he’s not really the type that I want to romance in games. Also the fact of the matter is is that sexual innuendoes just not my thing, especially when it comes to first impressions. And my first impression was getting my key stolen so nice.

Irl Vere can be acquaintances at most. I would be there just to hear the juiciest details about some drama. He would always have some snarky comment that would make me laugh. I love some dark humor. But at the same time, he’s dangerous af. I wouldn’t want to get too close to him. He has major issues and idk when he would snap, that’s the scary part! If I tease him playfully and he was not in the mood, off goes my head.

I like his relationship with Ais, adds more juiciness to the story. Love me some love triangles. Reminds me of Rime and Felix relationship in Last Legacy.

I would like the challenge of winning him over though. Because his route would probably be so unpredictable and challenging, I feel more motivated to play and invest in his story

AIS

I love his character design! Probably my second favorite in the game. Ais exudes confidence, competence, and strength. Major main character vibes from Ais. I’m guessing that’s why Leander hates him. HOW DARE YOU BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, LITERALLY THE CENTER OF ALL THE PROMO ART YOU FUCKIN BASTAR-

I personally do not feel that much of a love connection towards Ais as much as Leander. More like, I chill with you. I could grab a drink with you and talk about life. Yes. Maybe when I play his route they’ll prove me wrong. Im still curious about him so can’t wait to play his route. But I don’t see much of a red flag in him as the others, he just seems like a chill guy that went through hell. I’m guessing he’ll show his dark sides in his route.

It’s concerning that he’s attracted to Vere cuz Vere is…Vere. Problematic. Chaotic. An Asshole. Hmmm, is Ais technically an enabler? Yes, but Ais also starts bar fights. They’re both bad. It’s also interesting how generally people would say ethically good qualities on why they are attracted to someone but no, Ais is just like “yeah he’s an asshole, you can trust him just don’t listen to anything he says.” It’s hilarious. That also contrasts with Leander’s bio how he sees Vere as a damsel in distress cuz he’s delusional and has white knight syndrome, while Ais sees people who they are because he’s the black sheep “that have the clearest view of the world.” That’s probably why Vere loves him. Ais is the only person that sees his crappiness and still likes him. What a Chad :,)

MHIN

They reminds me of a friend I have. Quiet, standoffish, takes time to open up, a MASSIVE sweet tooth. I really want to pet their heads but I know they’re going to smack it away if I even try to touch. 😭😭

Mhin, the angsty teen. Considering Mhin’s bad temperament and similar curse thing with MC, I’m going to guess it’ll have major Beauty and the Beast vibes. Tempermental Mhin and MC who would turn them into a better person and teach them how to love themselves, with or without the curse.

The friendship with Mhin and Kuras make a lot of sense. Mhin feels at peace with Kuras cuz he’s a good listener and the only introvert in the friend group. Mhin needs someone that won’t try to annoy them like Leander or Vere. But I remember listening to the stream with the developers, and they were saying how terrible Kuras is and can’t wait for people to find out about it. Will Mhin feel betrayed when they find out the truth about Kuras? Do they already know? So many questions.

[geotjwrs]

BROKEN ECHOES

Pairings ; Non-Actress!Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warnings ; angst? reader is a bit major walking red-flag

The apartment lay engulfed in an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath Jenna's restless pacing. She moved with determined strides, her mind a tempest of doubt and apprehension. Each step echoed in the stillness of the night, a steady rhythm of uncertainty that seemed to reverberate off the walls.

She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, the glowing digits taunting her with their relentless advance. 2:47 AM. Y/N should have been home hours ago, but with each passing minute, Jenna's unease grew more pronounced.

Their dreams of conquering the music industry together had always burned bright, fueled by a passion that blazed hotter than any wildfire.

But lately, as they navigated the treacherous waters of fame and success, those dreams seemed to slip further and further from their grasp.

The strain was starting to show on their relationship, the once unbreakable bond between them now stretched thin, threatening to snap with each passing day.

Finally, just as Jenna was on the verge of giving in to the overwhelming urge to call Y/N for the nineteenth time, she heard the familiar jingle of keys in the lock. The door swung open, and Y/N stumbled through, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion and his eyes heavy with fatigue.

Jenna stood with arms crossed, her features contorted in a mask of frustration and hurt as she glared at Y/N, who sat slouched on the couch, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Where were you?" Jenna's voice sliced through the silence, sharp and accusatory.

Y/N jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation crossing his features before he masked it with a forced calm. "I lost track of time at the studio. I'm sorry, Jen."

The apology fell flat, leaving a bitter taste in Jenna's mouth as she struggled to contain the rising tide of emotion threatening to consume her. "You're always 'losing track of time,' Y/N," she spat, her voice trembling with anger. "Do you even care about us anymore?"

Y/N's expression hardened, his own frustration bubbling to the surface as he met Jenna's accusing stare with a glare of his own. "Of course I care, Jen. But you're not the only one with dreams, you know. I'm trying to make something of myself, to give us a future worth fighting for."

Tears welled up in Jenna's eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I miss us, Y/N," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I miss the way things used to be, when it was just you and me against the world. But now...now it feels like we're strangers, trapped in a cycle of disappointment and resentment."

Y/N's resolve faltered, his anger melting away as he reached out for Jenna, his touch gentle and tentative. "I miss us too, Jenna," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I hate seeing you like this, so distant and hurt. I just...I don't know how to fix things anymore."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, their hearts laid bare before each other as they grappled with the magnitude of their shared pain. But then, slowly, almost hesitantly, Jenna reached out for Y/N, her hand trembling as she cupped his cheek.

"Maybe we can't fix things," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can try. We can fight for each other, for what we once had. Because even if it feels like we're drowning, I still believe there's a way forward. And I'm not ready to give up on us just yet."

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears, his own resolve crumbling as he pulled Jenna into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "I'm not ready to give up on us either, Jenna," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, to find our way back to each other."

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, and still, the rift between them seemed to widen with each passing day. Arguments became more frequent, their tempers flaring at the slightest provocation. They clashed over everything, from the smallest of details to the biggest of decisions, each disagreement driving a deeper wedge between them.

Jenna tried to ignore the growing sense of unease that gnawed at her insides, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that something had changed between them.

Y/N was no longer the carefree, easygoing partner she had fallen in love with; instead, he seemed distant and preoccupied, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

One evening, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the tension between them reached its breaking point. A seemingly innocuous comment from Y/N sparked a heated argument, their voices rising in anger until they were shouting over each other, their words laced with hurt and frustration.

"I can't do this anymore, Y/N," Jenna cried, her voice raw with emotion. "I don't even understand you anymore. All you care about is your fucking bullshit."

Y/N's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Well, maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn all the time, we wouldn't be in this mess. But this isn't a big deal anymore, Jenna. I'm already here." Don't you even he shot back, his voice dripping with venom.

Jenna eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "Not a big deal? You promised we'd spend tonight together, Y/N. You were forced to go home right away because you know I don't want to wait for you. But once again, your music takes precedence over everything else."

Y/N bristled at her words, his temper flaring as he rose to his feet, his voice laced with frustration. "You don't understand, Jenna. This is my career, my passion. I can't just drop everything whenever you snap your fingers."

Jenna recoiled, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt. "Is that what you think this is about? Me snapping my fingers? I'm tired of always coming second to your music, Y/N. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not enough."

Y/N's expression hardened, his resolve steeling as he met Jenna's gaze head-on. "Maybe you're not," he bit out, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "Maybe I need someone who understands what it means to be with a musician, someone who supports my dreams instead of trying to tear them down."

Jenna's breath caught in her throat, the weight of his words crushing her spirit. "Is that what you want, Y/N? Someone who worships at your feet, who bends over backwards to accommodate your every whim?"

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, his patience wearing thin. "I don't know what I want anymore, Jenna. All I know is that this...us...it's not working. Maybe it's time we face the truth."

The words hung in the air between them, a heavy silence descending upon the room like a suffocating blanket. Jenna felt as if she'd been punched in the gut, the realization hitting her with a force she hadn't anticipated. Was this the end of their love story? A bitter twist of fate that tore them apart at the seams?

Tears welled up in Jenna's eyes, threatening to spill over as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I can't do this anymore, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I can't keep pretending that everything is okay when it's not. We're falling apart, and I don't know how to fix it."

Y/N recoiled as if struck, the weight of Jenna's words hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Maybe we're just not meant to be," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

And in that moment, as they stood on the precipice of their shattered dreams, Jenna and Y/N knew that their love story had come to an end. They were two souls destined to walk separate paths, forever haunted by the echoes of what could have been.

Jenna's heart shattered as Y/N's words reverberated in her mind. She had never imagined their relationship would come to such a bitter end. Every memory of their time together seemed tainted now, every shared moment soured by the knowledge that it was all for naught.

As she stumbled out of the apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks, Jenna felt as if she were drowning in a sea of sorrow. How had it all gone so wrong? What had happened to the love they had once shared, the bond that had seemed unbreakable?

Lost in her thoughts, Jenna wandered the empty streets, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. She had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. All she could do was mourn the loss of what could have been, the dreams they had once dared to dream now nothing more than shattered illusions.

Hours passed in a blur, the night stretching on endlessly as Jenna grappled with the enormity of her grief. And then, just when she thought she couldn't bear the pain any longer, a voice broke through the darkness, calling out to her from the shadows.

"Jenna?"

She turned, her heart skipping a beat as she saw him standing there, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights.

Y/N stood before her, his expression a mixture of regret and longing. His eyes, once filled with fire and determination, now held a hint of vulnerability that tugged at Jenna's heartstrings.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean what I said back there. I was angry, and I lashed out. Please, forgive me."

Jenna felt her resolve waver, torn between the pain of his betrayal and the lingering love she still held for him deep in her heart. She wanted to turn away, to shut him out and walk away forever. But something held her back, some invisible thread that bound them together despite everything that had transpired between them.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Y/N," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "But I don't want to fight anymore. I'm tired of this endless cycle of pain and anger. Can't we just...let go?"

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he took a step closer, his hand outstretched as if to touch her. "I don't want to let go, Jenna," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up, but I still love you. I always will."

Jenna felt her resolve crumble as she looked into his eyes, seeing the raw honesty shining there. Despite everything, despite the hurt and the betrayal, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. She loved him too, with every fiber of her being, and she knew she always would.

With a heavy sigh, Jenna reached out for him, her hand trembling as it met his. "I love you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "But love isn't always enough, is it?"

Y/N's grip tightened around her hand, his eyes shining with determination. "No, it's not," he agreed, his voice tinged with sadness. "But maybe...just maybe...we can find a way forward together. One step at a time."

The streets stretched out before them, a labyrinth of shadows and echoes, mirroring the tangled mess of emotions that churned within Jenna and Y/N's hearts. Each step they took felt like a weight pressing down on their weary souls, a reminder of the fractured bond that held them together and tore them apart in equal measure.

As they wandered aimlessly through the city, Jenna and Y/N found themselves drawn to places that held memories of their shared past. They passed by the cafe where they had shared their first kiss, the park where they had laughed and danced beneath the stars, the alley where they had sought refuge from the world.

But now, each familiar sight was tinged with bitterness, a cruel reminder of the love they had lost and the pain that lingered in its wake. They walked in silence, their footsteps echoing in the empty streets, their hearts heavy with regret and longing.

Hours passed like eternities, the night stretching on endlessly as Jenna and Y/N wandered deeper into the heart of the city. They spoke little, their words swallowed by the darkness that surrounded them, their thoughts consumed by the wreckage of their broken relationship.

And then, just when it seemed like they had reached the end of their journey, they found themselves standing on the edge of a bridge, the river below shimmering in the moonlight like a beacon of hope in the darkness.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, their eyes locked on the water below, their hearts heavy with the weight of what had been and what could never be. And then, without a word, Y/N turned to Jenna, his eyes filled with a sorrow too deep for tears.

"I'm sorry, Jenna," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rushing of the river below. "I never meant for things to end like this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Jenna's breath caught in her throat, a lump forming in her chest as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her pain. "I know, Y/N," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. "But sometimes, sorry isn't enough. Sometimes, the damage is too deep to be repaired."

Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he reached out for her, his hand trembling as it brushed against her cheek. "I love you, Jenna," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I always will. And if there's any way I can make things right, any way I can earn your forgiveness, I'll do it. I swear."

But Jenna shook her head, her heart breaking with the weight of his words. "It's too late for that, Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We've hurt each other too much, pushed each other away too many times. I don't think we can ever go back to the way things were."

And in that moment, as they stood on the brink of their shattered dreams, Jenna and Y/N knew that their love story had come to an end. They were two souls destined to walk separate paths, forever haunted by the echoes of what could have been.

For sometimes, love was not enough to mend the fractures of a broken heart.

And as they parted ways, each consumed by their own regrets and what-ifs, Jenna and Y/N made a silent vow to themselves: no matter how dark the road ahead may be, they would face it alone, forging their own paths to redemption.

For in the end, the only person they could rely on was themselves.

[boos-gh0st]

I saw these in the store today when I was out with my mother and I had pointed them out to her via poking her, pointing at them, and having my jaw dropped because I have never seen shaped marshmallows before, let alone ones that are star shaped. (Aka my mostly-nonverbal ass’s way of showing her something awesome, or something random because my red flag is pointing at random things I see)

These were right by the register, directly across from where we were checking out.

The person working the register, presumably around my age(?), had noticed my intrigue and thought they were cool. They said (to my mother) “I think that’s a sign of wanting them” I replied with “no I don’t like marshmallows, I just really like stars and have never seen them have shapes before.”

They informed me they also really like stars

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You’ll never guess what got brought up next

“If you like stars there may be a chance you’ll also really like this cool game called In Stars and time-“ -proceeds to speak about ISAT to a random person just trying to do their job-

They proceeded to inform me on more of their interests; we bonded over vampires as well, I got recommended a vampire series to get into called Vampire Dormitory.

We shared a lot of interests and I had such a wonderful conversation with them and I want to be their friend SO BAD man, you don’t understand. They had cool pink hair too and had so much energy and personality and were just such a unique person to talk to in the wild and so fun to speak with, the conversation felt so fluid and free and STARS man it was just so nice.

Guys this was the absolute best interaction I’ve had with a stranger in SO LONG. I wish I got their number please if you are somehow finding this post can we please converse about stars and vampires and become friends

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I also need to know if you get into in stars and time…it’s necessary for my sanity…(if you can’t tell by the majority of my blog lately lmao [this is partially a joke])

Also the stars made me think of Loop and therefor in stars and time

Also I was feeling SUPER icky cause I have whack health issues and then we started talking and I spoke about ISAT and my ick temporarily went away it was so cool. ISAT heals all.

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | XVll

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: The morning after Moon's party and the first day of junior year. Things go nothing as expected...

Warnings: dojo rivalry, extreme violence, major injury, swearing, it's the school fight y'all, you know what happens

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Uh-oh, drama....

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You woke up the next morning, unaware of your surroundings until you realized you were in Eli’s room. Memories of last night flooded your mind and your heart wrenched at the kiss you shared with him. Brushing your finger over your lips, you felt more pained at the lack of regret from the action.

A knock was heard at the door and you turned to find Eli, dressed for school already. He greeted you with a smile, gaze running over your freshly woken-up state. You grew self-conscious but part of you felt that he wasn’t thinking anything negative.

“My mom texted your mom you crashed here,” he explained. “She dropped your bag off and a change of clothes on her way to work so you don’t have to go,” he gestured to the overnight bag in his hand along with your backpack.

“Thanks,” you smiled, getting out of bed and running a hand over your head. 

“Seems like your ankle is feeling better,” he grinned, noticing you were walking on your own. 

“Yeah, thanks again,” you smiled before walking into the hall and grabbing the overnight bag from him. 

After brushing your teeth and getting ready in the bathroom, you walked back into his room, feeling refreshed. You found him at his desk, packing his bag before he turned to you. 

“My mom made blueberry pancakes since they’re your favorite,” he smiled, walking up to you.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of her,” you cooed, turning to grab your backpack and make sure everything was packed. “I’ll probably leave the other bag here, pick it up after school,” you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sounds good,” he took a step closer. 

You felt your face heat up at the proximity. “Ready?” You nodded towards the kitchen. 

“Wait, just one thing,” he smirked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. It was instant, his other hand flying to your waist and his lips crashing on yours. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, feeling dazed as you moved your lips along his for a moment before you managed to remember what was going on. “Eli, what are you doing?” You stepped away, placing a hand to your mouth. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Last night,” he trailed, brows furrowed. 

“It was one kiss,” you said, licking your lips.

“Right,” his jaw ticked, glancing down. “My mistake,” he brushed past you. 

You hated the change in his demeanor. The moment you told him off and he didn’t want to be around you anymore? You should be glad though, you needed the reminder.

If breakfast was awkward, the car ride to school was hell. 

You kept quiet but the tension of having Eli being so cold was odd, unnerving.

“Thanks again,” you fidgeted with the straps of your bag as he parked. “I guess I’ll see you around school,” you pressed your lips in a thin line.

“Yeah, see you around,” he didn’t bother to look at you as you made it out of the car.

You shrugged your backpack over your shoulders, Demetri’s frame coming into view and you cocked a brow at his shocked expression.

“Did I just see you with Eli?” Demetri asked. “Did he hurt you?” His eyes widened at your slight limp.

“No,” you blew out a breath, walking in together. “I sprained my ankle.”

“And how does this lead to him driving you to school?” He asked.

“After the party, which hey, thanks for abandoning me,” you shot him a look. “I tripped and he helped me. Since my parents weren’t home, he took me to his place,” you explained. “My mom dropped off my stuff this morning.”

“He took you to his home? Were his parents home? Y/N, read the red flags,” he emphasized with his hands.

You blew out a breath. “Demetri, really?” You cocked a brow. “He was just helping,” you shrugged.

“Did anything happen?” He glanced at you expectedly, almost as if he already knew something did.

You felt ashamed, face heating up as you thought back to last night. 

“We talked,” you shrugged. “And we kissed,” you sighed. “Just one kiss,” you felt guilty for admitting it. “You should’ve seen him, Demetri, he was himself again and I gave in, I still love him,” you dropped your head. “And this morning he kissed me thinking we got back together,” you pouted. “I've never been kissed like that before,” you emphasized.

“You have because you’ve only kissed him,” he cocked a brow at you. “But I guess I understand, it’s not easy watching him change. I’d do anything to have things be normal again,” he shrugged.

You sent him a sympathetic look, realizing he lost his best friend too. “If only he wasn’t an ass.”

“Hey, maybe someday in the future, we’ll be the three musketeers again,” he patted your shoulder. “Now, c’mon, we’re going to be late for AP Bio,” he wrapped his arm around your neck, loosely.

His change in tone lightened the mood. 

You were grateful you still had Demetri.

“Remind me why I decided to take that class again?” You asked.

“Blame your mother,” he joked, making you laugh.

~

The class announcements were sounding off through the intercom when there was a commotion going on. The announcer was struggling and you glanced at Demetri, curiosity spreading across both your features.

“Sam LaRusso, you know what you did,” Tory’s voice rang. “I’m coming for you, bitch,” she spat then feedback was heard.

The room grew in hushed whispers before everyone bolted up when the disturbance grew in the halls. 

Sending Demetri a look, you followed him, confusion all over your face until you approached a huddle, Sam and Tory facing off. 

“I saw what you did at the party, you kissed Miguel,” Tory seethed. 

Sam was speechless, glancing at a hurt Robby.

Your heart ached, not able to imagine Eli cheating on you or you on him. As much of an ass he was, you don’t think he’d ever hurt you in that way. 

Too caught up in your mind you almost missed when Tory swung first, repeatedly hitting Sam.

Your friend protected herself from the hits, trying to escape but Tory caught her, kicking her in the back. 

Sam went flying, being caught by Eli and his buddies. 

The group cackled as Eli shoved her back into the fight. 

Your heart wrenched. 

This should be stopping.

Deciding it best, you ran towards the girls much to the dismay of Demetri. You were about to grab onto Tory’s shoulder when hands squeezed your arms, pushing you against them.

“Stay out of this,” Eli gritted, grip tight before he pulled you along with him, holding you back as the fight ensued.

“Get off of me!” You batted at his arms and he listened, but he didn’t let you interfere, arm blocking your path.

Robby did though, pushing Tory against the lockers. That’s when Miguel joined in and the two boys began fighting. 

All hell broke loose.

Eli pushed you off to the side as he punched two students, screaming through the halls. You backed into the lockers, keeping yourself safe.

You watched as everyone paired off, Miyagi-Do vs. Cobra Kai. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Moon pleading for everyone to get along. Eyes widening, you hurried over, pulling her out of the way before she got body-slammed into the lockers. 

A scream escaped her as the guys hit the lockers, barely missing her.

“Are you okay?” You asked her.

She nodded, backing into the crowd. 

The fights continued, Tory pushing Sam down another hall and the crowd pushed you to follow as the fight broke out at the school entrance by the stairs. 

Demetri came through the doors with a teacher but after seeing his co-worker get hurt by a student, he walked out. Then Eli caught sight of Demetri before he ran after him.

The fury in his eyes made your heart raced and you knew you needed to go after them.

Picking up your pace, you turned down the hall, losing sight of them and you weren’t sure if they had gone left or right. You shouted for Demetri, hoping you’d find him before Eli but it was hard to catch your breath, the pain radiating in your ankle was slowing you down, and panic set in.

You shouted for him again, your heart raced at the idea of what Eli would do to him. Turning back around, you bumped into someone. 

A familiar face came into view and you recognized your old friend, Rickenberger. A student of Cobra Kai. 

“You’re cute if you think I’m gonna let you get past me,” he snickered. “Your little friend deserves what Hawk will do to him, same as you,” he stared you down. 

“I’m not here to play games,” you scoffed, backing away. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” 

“Can’t let that happen, traitor,” he held your shoulder, stopping you. 

“So, what? You’re gonna fight me?” You sneered. “You’re insane,” you bumped shoulders with him. Your brows furrowed as you passed him but they raised in shock the moment he pushed you, sweeping your legs out from under you.

You screamed in pain, the impact hurting your ankle as you landed on the tile floor.

“You could’ve been on the right side, but no, you had to join Miyagi-Do,” he squatted down, pinning his hand to your back and kneeling on your arm to prevent you from getting up. 

“Why are you doing this?” You gritted in pain.

“Because you’re a traitor,” he spat. “You leaving Cobra Kai affected us all, we wanted to get back at you for what you did,” he gritted. 

“We?” Your heart broke at the thought that Eli would want to hurt you physically.

“Don’t get all teary-eyed, Hawk didn’t want us doing shit. Why do you think I’m taking my chance now that you’re all alone? No boyfriend to protect you,” he snickered.

His teasing sent anger to course through you and you yelled, taking him off balance, and punching him square in the face. 

He fell to the side, face touching his cheek before he spit out blood. The stare he sent you wasn’t friendly but you were already on your feet, ready for whatever he threw your way. 

Charging at you with a raised fist, you remember wax on, wax off. Ingrained in your memory you managed to block his hits, sending a powerful punch right in his chest. 

“You think Hawk’s gonna like you hurting me?” You spat, you pushed your hair out of your face. 

He chuckled. “He’s not going to know a thing.” 

Swinging his leg, he threw you off guard, landing a kick to your side.

You faltered, your weight falling on your bad ankle and you hissed in pain. The stress placed on it made your limp more noticeable compared to before. You were at a disadvantage.

He struck again, this time sending a punch right in your face. 

You flew back, clutching your nose and you saw blood. Then he threw another and another. You blocked the last, using your good leg to kick him away. As he fell back, you tasted blood and the adrenaline found its way back into your body. Standing a few feet from you, he watched you with such mockery. You began running towards him, ignoring the pain in your ankle. 

He couldn’t think before you engulfed him, using your momentum to spin him into the air and crush him to the tile. He groaned out in pain as you stood over him.

“We shouldn’t be fighting,” you heaved, that move taking it out on you. 

He stared up at you, face contorted in pain. He didn’t say anything, almost contemplating and you thought you had him but he grabbed your bad ankle, sending you to the floor. 

You couldn’t process it until he grabbed you under the arms, hoisting you up like a child. You stared at him in shock, your feet brushing the floor. You used your free arms to punch and push at his face but it was no use, he wasn’t budging. You tried so hard to fight him back, the pain in your underarms becoming evident. It was uncomfortable. You couldn’t get the upper hand, it was useless, at the end of the day he was stronger and you were injured. 

He had fury in his eyes as he screamed and threw you against the lockers with all his might. 

The ringing of the impact filled your ears and immediately, a sharp pain was felt on the side of your head. You fell to the ground, limbs limp. Your vision was blurry, your mind was confused about why stars were shining inside the halls. Something warm and wet dribbled down the side of your face as he said something.

“No mercy, bitch,” he spat. 

That was the last thing you heard before all the noise rang out and everything turned black.

[ilikekidsshows]

In retrospect do you think there were any major red flags in writing up to the S3 finale of ML that foreshadowed its downfall in future seasons or do you think it all started in what you call the retool era (S4&5).

I’d say we’re dealing with a lot of “recurring issues” and some actual red flags. As I’ve stated repeatedly, the New York Special basically has the same Ladynoir break up and get back together plot as season four, and it was bad in the New York Special and absolutely horrid in season four. Also, the show’s worst episodes, ‘Reflekdoll’ and ‘Kwamibuster’ reflect a lot of the writers’ more asinine writing decisions in the future. The New York Special and some season three episodes are, therefore, definitive red flags.

But yeah, the earlier seasons had some warning signs too. Adrien/Cat Noir is presented first and foremost as a lust object of Marinette’s. We don’t see Marinette appreciating Adrien as a person until ‘Origins’; before that point she’s only literally staring slack-jawed and drooling at Adrien’s photoshoots and ads. Marinette is also destructively jealous of Adrien from the point Lila is introduced, and she only escalates with the introduction of Kagami. Marinette’s objectification of Adrien has been in the show since its inception, considering that the original Adrien, thePV Félix, is presented in promotional materials as sullen, rude and unpleasant, meaning Marinette’s infatuation was most likely purely based on his looks. So, like, the sexism of heterosexual romance but the genders are just reversed is part of the show’s DNA.

Another important thing to note about the series is that our only Adrien-focused episodes, that focus on Adrien having some kind of a development arc with his feelings where he gets to be proactive about them instead of the show just showing the audience “oh, he’s upset now” or “oh, he’s happy now” and don’t still give Marinette a lion’s share of the focus and emotional weight, are ‘Copycat’ and ‘Santa Claws’, maybe arguably ‘Gorizilla’, though I suspect the Marinette trying to score a date segment takes up far more time than the important reveal of Adrien’s family problems. The writers have always prioritized Marinette’s feelings over Adrien’s.

Adrien’s contributions on the superhero side of things have also been getting downplayed since the start. He’s the more likely target of slapstick, with the show pilot ‘Stormy Weather’ having him get treated like a ping pong ball. He’s the one getting brainwashed or taken out by the Akumas frequently. And he’s the one the heroes’ shared mentor ignores completely. In ‘Syren’, Fu had to be strongarmed into meeting Adrien once, and then he never made an effort again. This is also the episode where the idea that Adrien shouldn’t complain about being treated as less than and should just patiently wait for whatever scraps he gets as a member of a team is first introduced. However, this episode was easily overlooked at the time, because the episode, in the end, had Fu meeting with Adrien, seemingly setting up Adrien being treated more equally, a promise that was never followed up on.

Now, though, I’d like to say why these things went unnoticed as red flags and just being some recurring issues. The thing about Adrien’s objectification was this: the people watching thought it was a joke and a sign of Marinette’s immaturity. It was presented humorously, and Marinette started being less creepy at Adrien once she became more able to talk to him. This, coupled with other lessons Marinette had about clear communication with her loved ones, like ‘Weredad’ and ‘Befana’, made people believe Marinette was going to have a character arc to grow into a more mature person who’s able to treat Adrien like a human being. This is another promise the writers never followed up on when they then retconned Adrien into a RealDoll and made him Marinette’s therapist to make sure Marinette never has to treat Adrien normally.

As for the lack of Adrien focus, the reason it went unnoticed was actually the lesser focus on other heroes, and the deeper emphasis on the superhero action than in S4-5. There were less heroes and more time spent on Akuma fights, which meant more screen time for Adrien as Cat Noir at least. When Cat Noir is the primary character Ladybug can interact with, he gets to give plenty of input on things and when he’s Ladybug’s only backup, he gets to do more things in battles. And then we add to that the bigger time the earlier seasons spent on Akuma fights, we get more of both of those things. It’s simple math. So, while Adrien didn’t get to contribute decisively a lot, he did get to contribute. Also, they had this thing where Adrien’s eclectic studies would be used to have Cat Noir give Ladybug highly specific but useful information.

Basically, yeah, there were some red flags and other lesser but still worrying stuff too.

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[ohbaby-here-we-go-again]

I’ve seen a couple people say “I want a relationship like sleep token lyrics,” or something of a similar ilk, with the replies being “ bro have you listened to the lyrics ??”

Now I would like to first off say, I agree…. But also…. I do not.

Stay with me people, let me explain…

Ok, first we must consider which of the three major archetypes of sleep token songs is being referred to. These are as follows: 1) “wowowow I’m so in love, flame of my soul, muse of my poetry, let us entangle ourselves in every time and every universe,” 2) “…alright lads, I may have gotten myself… into a perhaps not so good situation again….but also sexy times,” 3) “fuckfuckfuckfuck i hate it here i hate you but also someone please love me pleasepleaseplease I just want someone to love me.” Note: not all songs fit neatly into these groupings, some songs may sit between them or flip back and forth between verses.

Now if someone said they want a love like a sleep token lyrics, and they were referring to the first type, then they could mean a song like “drag me under” where you get the absolute banger line, “And I know the angels tonight are as lost for words //As I am to merely behold you as we lie down together.” Or perhaps ‘Telomeres,’ which, while a little more emotionally charged, is generally still pretty hopeful in my opinion.

Or perhaps a song like ‘Alkaline,’ ‘Give,’ or ‘Jaws.’ Where the lyrics are a little more seeped in desire, in seeing the faults and the possible darkness in a person, in acknowledging its presence, and wanting them anyway. Which isn’t inherently bad for a relationship, you just need to make sure it doesn’t come to impact it in an unhealthy way….

We must also of course acknowledging those of us who have goofy little traumatised brains, that see a red flag and go “well boy howdy, sign me up for some of that”…. I am looking you entire middle section of Ascensionism…

Or the lesser but still unhealthy element of, yearning that has turned almost obsessive, or ‘I see your pain, let us be in pain together.’

And then of course all of this hinges on whether or not you’re dealing with songs individually or as a collective, and if you are seeing it through a reality adjacent lens or a lore/Sleep lens. Because the moment you add in that connection and continuity between songs, particularly if you relate them back to Sleep, then yea, even the most innocent of lyrics becomes tainted.

I would also be remiss, to not acknowledge the possibility that “I want a love like sleep token lyrics” is in fact a short hand for “I want to be loved by someone like vessel.” In turn meaning, I want to be desired in my entirety. My flaws recognised, my pain understood - to be loved by someone so willing to give. Who is, seemingly, so full of love that it pours out his heart like a faucet and floods any cup offered - even if it overflows, or is later tipped onto the sidewalk.

Finally, there is the likely and understanding angle of, “hot man say pretty words and make brain goo”… which you know what fair enough.

If you have made it this fair I am giving you a kiss on the forehead for enabling my silliness, and also casting a spell to make you forget all the spelling and grammar errors you likely just trudged through >:]

[mamayan]

Hi !! Congrats on 500 followers ! For the roulette r can I request shigaraki/fem reader for the prompt numbers 1,34,55,63 ? Thank you !

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Tomura Shigaraki

“I’ll make you fucking sorry.” || Wartime || Fresh laundry || Enemies to lovers

tw: NSFW • Coercion • Dubcon • Rough Sex • Mild Humiliation • Unprotected Sex • Fem! Reader

wc: 1009

“Tell me why…” the scratch of untrimmed nails against dry brittle skin made your gums ache.

“A hero is standing in front of me alive,” hard set garnet eyes glowering beneath the fall of soft blue bangs. His figure was hunched, bad posture obvious as he continued to pick at the skin on his neck almost to the point you wondered if it was an obsessive compulsive disorder which plagued him.

“I’m not a hero… at least not anymore. I want to join you.” The silence from the League of Villain’s head was unnerving, unable to guess his emotion due to a severed hand covering most of his face.

“Does this place look like a fucking freak convention? I should dust you and be done with this, why should I have to deal—,” you stupidly interrupted his rambling, panicking that he might reject you.

“Please, the League is the only place I can go to get revenge, I’ll do anything—,” your words seemed to echo, the emphasis you’d placed on anything stopping him. Even the hand clawing a bloody mess into his neck paused.

His eyes sliced over to you again, analyzing you in a new light that set your frayed nerves on end.

You were cute. He couldn’t deny that. Your wide desperate eyes filled with determination had blood pooling into his cock, making him turn and shift so he faced you again.

You watched as he removed the hand from his face, back straightening a bit as he looked up and revealed his face. His cracked raw lips split further as he grinned, eyes crinkling as his features twisted into a nasty gleeful image.

“Anything?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, yanking you up by your hair savagely as you choke out a warbled cry. “Did you just bite me?,” he growls out angrily as he shoves you to the floor. Your swollen lips tremble in fear and anticipation as your watery eyes look up at his imposing figure. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—,” he’s gripping your jaw tight, shutting you up and merciful enough not to place his pinky down least he kill you,

“Sorry?” He mocks, eyes wide and frightening as he looms over your sorry figure. “I’ll make you fucking sorry—,” he hissed, though he wasn’t actually too upset. It was him who had continuously gagged you with his semi-hard cock, using your warm mouth to get himself wet and hard so he could fuck your cunt next. You’d bitten him by accident, hadn’t even broken skin. A sick part of him liked it too, the sharp pain which helped get him fully erect. It just filled him with satisfaction to see your scared visage, worried and attentive to every touch he lays on you.

“Strip already, you’re pissing me off.” He huffs petulantly like a young lord when you hesitate and tremble. “You want to join me? You want your revenge?” He’s goading you, smiling as you swallow thickly but obey nonetheless because you did want those things, and what was your pride anyway?

He liked it, watching the pretty ex-hero strip all on her own for him like a whore. He let you know it too.

“I always wondered if hero pussy would be different,” he spits on your slit, and laughs when he realizes you’re already fairly wet. “Female heroes always flaunt around in those fucking ridiculous spandex outfits, I remember you wore one of those too?” He’s not pushing in, just holding his leaking plush tip against the opening of your pussy as you shakily nod, confusion evident on your features as he nods with a sneer.

“Next time, bring your old costume. I want to fuck you in that too.” You don’t have time to contemplate his words more, because next time should’ve been a major red flag in your mind. Instead you whine as he bullies his way into you, no prep or opening up for your poor hole as he thrusts into your welcoming heat with a loud moan.

He finds purchase on your hips, pinkies raised though he’s not entirely mindful as he feels the squish of your flesh and the tight vice of your cunt clenching around him.

“Yeah,” he almost giggles, groaning and giving an experimental thrust which causes you to jerk and grunt with the force. “Your ex-hero pussy is pretty good~” he leers, keeping one hand on your hip and pawing at your tits with the other as he begins a brutal and mean pace. His pleasure is clearly the forefront of his priorities and it embarrasses you that you also begin feeling good, his cock curved a bit and nailing a sweet spot inside of you that has your toes curling as you choke and try to hide your noises with a hand over your mouth.

He rolls his eyes as he sees it, uncaring as he uses your sweet hole to jerk his cock to completion, losing himself as he messily rolls his hips into your sloppy pussy. “Don’t think I forgot about you biting my cock,” his words register too late before he drops his hand to your cunt, pinching your clit between two fingers and twisting the little nub painfully. You squeal to his delight, high pitched and girlish in your cry that it has his balls drawing tight as he laughs. “Fuck, did you like that?” He’s giddy, the way you clenched up and spasmed from the rough treatment embarrassing but erotic.

“Screw it,” his head falls forward, both hands on your waist, eight fingers digging crescents into your soft skin as he fucks you hard and fast, nearly collapsing when you break and your own orgasm washes over you. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, as he works his cock as deeply into you as possible before filling your womb with a spray of white hot cum.

He flattens you with his weight, sweaty skin sticky against your own as you catch your breath.

You realize this initiation might be more permanent than you’d previously considered.

Post dividers/@cafekitsune

[zsakuva]

Hey Saku! I’ve been following your VA stories for a while now, and Alex’s audios have been such a treat to listen and analyze. Especially seeing everyone’s reactions to each one that comes out 🫢 (WARNING LONG MESSAGE) 

I saw on a post that you said you intended for others to see how the listener is a very flawed person, and clearly has major issues that they haven’t dealt with in a healthy way. But I’ve been seeing comments and there’s still people who really dislike Alex with a passion. I know some people have had situations like this in real life, and it’s a lot more complicated situation. So they may have more insight on this than me. I’m just solely judging the fictional characters here FYI. 

    I understand that he isn’t a perfect character and one thousand percent has some flaws of his own, and needs to apologize for what he has done and said, but even after we find out the listener literally followed Alex when he was with Natalie people still think he’s the major red flag that messed up the relationship? Maybe I’m being a little harsh but if I had a partner like the listener and they did everything they did- I wouldn’t have reacted to it nonchalantly. Maybe I wouldn’t suddenly resort to breaking up, but I would have to reassess the relationship. Yes, communication would’ve helped the situation but it wouldn’t have taken back the actions the listener did. And while both of them have to deal with the consequences of their behavior, I don’t think he deserves the amount of “dislike” he gets 😭

     All that to say a lot of people are villainizing Alex when he really didn’t do anything that jaw dropping except be closed off, hypocritical, and a bit of a gaslighter during arguments, which are not healthy reactions, but can happen when emotions get involved. The audience won’t ever know what the listener said back to him during the conversations so they no doubtably could’ve gaslighted him back🫡 Not a complete Alex defender, I don’t particularly like him (the two should definitely not be together) but I also don’t think he’s as terrible as he’s made out to be sometimes.

(Apologies for the paragraph) I do have a short question on it, 

  When you started fleshing out Alex and the listener as characters did you imagine the audience would see them as they do now?  Or was it a surprise to read the differing opinions and conclusions the crumpets came too?  (thank you again for creating such complex and thought invoking audios) 🫶🏻

When I decided to dive into this particular part of their relationship, I knew there would be discourse but I wasn't expecting it to be so divisive. I love reading everyone's opinions; there are so many factors at play to have them draw whatever conclusion they've settled on.

Some might draw from a personal experience, others solely from Alex, or solely from Gremlin, or a third party looking in. All opinions of Alex and Gremlin are valid, and as a writer who loves breaking down characters, it's amazing to see so many discussions about something I've created.

Of course, I have my own opinions regarding their situation, but I'll keep most of that to myself; I'm in a unique position to be omniscient so I'll observe instead!

[beastabyss666]

You know as a former member of Vivziepop's cult and yes its a cult not a fandom anymore I am disgusted by a majority of the people in it.

Like someone on the subreddit brought up it being kinda tasteless or fucked that they sold sexy Stella merch in bdsm gear when she's abused Stolas physically. The post was deleted quickly and judging by my experiences in the fandom people were stanning Viv or harassing OP and that has got me thinking.

Why is Stella in bdsm gear? Like Stolas and Blitzo are canonically into it yet you give the abuser that...

Like isn't a bit fucked that instead of choosing the canonical practicioners in your show you choose to put someone who uses pain not to pleasure but to slowly break and hurt someone.

We know Vivziepop has a merch rep so how did that get into production?

I also find it fucked that Vivziepop and crew are attempting to tackle an issue as serious as domestic abuse and do it so poorly by writing Stolas and Stella as bickering children next we see them. Then the staff has the utter gawl to sell merch in general of Stella and the fans buying it up.

Like I understand autograph signings slightly but that's the only merch Stella should have.

Vivziepop's cult loves to claim that they utterly depise Stella and deserves to suffer because she's an abuser so how dare people want nuance or not just a generically evil cartoon villain but the moment she is drawn in a sexy way they start throwing money at that.

Like I just want to know how these people if their friends ask about the character on the pin will explain "Oh this is Stella who's a sexy domestic abuser"

Then again am I surprised when Vivziepop makes merch of a rapist and most of the crew have some weird fascination with Valentino and not in the way that he's their best written villain way more like they are simping over him.

I think a lot of fandoms, especially nowadays, have a lot of genuinely bad people who really need help/therapy but see nothing wrong in what they do or just keep doing that, though they know it ain't okay. That's so frustrating when you can't feel comfortable even in an Internet community. But Viv's "fandom"(I mean exactly these two shows, although Zoophobia also had...... not very pleasant people) is surely something... Where'd you find so many blatantly oblivious and blind brown nosers which keep pretending everything's good when there's already tons of red flags from Vivienne? Yeah, that's a rare case. I don't wanna interact with this fandom or even talk about it, tbh. I still watch the show cuz it's fun to see how it manages to be worse with every episode, though sometimes I don't make reviews as many other people do it faster and better and I just have nothing to say(I need to take my jaw from the floor). Regarding Stella – well, I don't know on what principles Viv or her team makes merch with the characters, but aren't all characters being sexualized anyway? They even have merch with Chaz, a guy who, like, died in the same episode. And they keep doing new merch with this jerk. And that's obviously because there are people who simp for him. I don't know if Stella's merch may be an insult to those who practice BDSM, I'm not into it, tbh, and I don't take these things seriously, but I find this just a bland sexualisation. Well, it's "sexy merch", but yeah, Stella's all character is based on being a mean aggressive yelling bitch, and this thing....... it must be a character trait, I guess? Or just a sweet treat for rule34 artists, like most of the stuff Viv does. Again, I don't take all of this seriously, this sexy merch was made to tease and please the simping fans, but there's certainly a part of irony in it. Like, people in this fandom hate Stella so much that they shit on people who simply want her to be a more complex character, and they're........ still buying all this stuff. They........ enjoy Stella being "hot dommy mommy" and still keep hating her? Ngl, only Viv's fanbase can do that, lol. I've seen this fandom from the start and I can say that many people here always had some weird obsession with Valentino. I even remember some person passive aggressively telling me that "he's just very charismatic and it's your problems if you can't see it". When there were, like........ A musical clip and a comic where he just was being an abusive jerk. Yeah, that's a really weird fascination. Also, doesn't one of HH's crew, who is an animator or a director(don't remember correctly), has a rape fetish and has drawn an animatic on their beloved ship Angel/Val? Hella ironic that a show about serious portrayal of trauma and abuse has a crew member(or members) which legit....... find it hot or cute. That's sick af but I guess Viv doesn't care who she hires. Oh, that's definitely not a pit I would like to fall in. I'm not sure there's any hope on Hazbin portraying trauma or mental illnesses properly, but I'll still watch it anyway. Whenever it comes out....

[ihateapbiology]

the first page

It was hard to balance- a coffee from the bookstore’s cafe, two books, your phone and your car keys but you were making it work. That was until you turned too sharp of a corner and collided head on with this brunette woman. “Shit I’m sorry” you both say at the time.

She smiles up at you as she goes to pick up the books you dropped “no it was totally my bad.”

You smile back “nah I’m just so clumsy and overestimated how much was practical to carry.”

She looks at your book selection and you suddenly feel self conscious about your selections.

“Big into philosophy?” She asks raising an eyebrow.

“Well ok I don’t, I’m not one of those like pretentious assholes” you start to stutter as you take the books from her.

”No no I was just gonna say I love philosophy, and I love Camus I haven’t read The Stranger yet so you’ll have to tell me how it is” she says

“Oh cool yeah I haven’t read much of his besides Myth of Si-

You don’t even get the chance to finish before her face lights up “that book quite literally is one of my favorites ever” she beams.

By now you two have been just walking around the bookstore- she still has a hold on your keys from when she picked them up from the collision.

“So did you major in philosophy?” you ask.

She shakes her head “no no audio engineering and then uh lit I just find philosophy super interesting.”

You can’t help but notice her beautiful big eyes and how expressive her face is- but you quickly toss aside the idea that she’s into girls. “woah audio engineering that’s sick.”

This sentence is a catalyst for her speaking passionately about it for the next 10 minutes with you only briefly cutting in. Most of the things go over your head but the way she speaks is so captivating it makes you want to keep listening. Finally she smiles “sorry I just talked your ear off what’d you major in?”

You grin and open the door to the bookstore holding it for her as you walk out to the parking lot “no it was fun to listen to and I majored in engineering.”

She smirks “wow women in STEM-sexy.”

You blush and just laugh while internally freaking out.

She stops at a red pick up truck- “this is me.”

You smile to yourself about the truck “you are just full of surprises- oh wait! I think you still have my keys.”

She laughs “oh shit I totally forget here are yours” she hands them to you and then pulls out hers from her jeans pocket “and here are mine.”

You blink twice plainly seeing the lesbian flag colors on the lanyard. You laugh to yourself and think “well I’ll be damned.”

She catches it “whatcha laughin at.”

You take a deep breath you had been working on actually not letting opportunities right in front of you fly away. And this was certainly an opportunity. “Well it’s just..I…your lanyard I like it..”

She grins like a fool catching what you meant. “Oh do you now?”

You smirk “yeah the colors are quite nice.”

She nods “yeah I think that way too- you know I would love to see you again why don’t you give me your number and we can grab lunch soon.”

Your jaw drops at her straightforwardness “yes yeah me too” you give her your number.

She smiles and types it in “what should the contact name be for you?”

You realize yall hadn’t even exchanged names “oh uh y/n and you?”

“Julien.”

You nod and walk to your car before calling “see ya soon Julien.”