#or even better yet? change ur attitude!!

[fabledresources]

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[h0ney-mochi]

HELLO BEEN A LONG TIME AAAA

So, may i request Wanderer being a little shit as usual and the reader getting pissed off so they overstim him and make him beg-

Wanderer x gn!reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned

SMUT/[N]SFW CONTENT (sub!Wanderer, dom!reader, overstimulation, begging

Summary: Wanderer being an ass to you as usual, but it really starts irritating you one day and so you.. bite him back, so to speak.

A/n: welcome back Esther <3 been a long time indeed. Sorry for the wait on ur requests.. actually, sorry for disappearing in general. mmh. I know I already apologized, but... okay. I'll talk about that later. I hope you enjoy. <3

"What's the fun in doing the same thing as yesterday? Nothing better to do?"

"Psh. It's really entertaining seeing you get mad over something so little like that—"

"Another day, another reminder to me that you're stupid."

"Huh. Can't look me in the eye now? Amusing."

That's only few of the things you've been forced to listen to today. You know you can't change his personality and his words, but sometimes it really does annoy you. Infuriate you. As if he has the upper hand in everything, as if he's all knowing.

Today's just another day. Usually you could handle his attitude, but today certainly wasn't the day. While Wanderer's throwing another sassy remark at you, you're trying to calm yourself down. Not the best time to be pissed off at him! You've got better things to do!

"Ohh, can't respond now? Did my words made you go silent?" His voice rings in the background as you lift your gaze to stare at him. Your met with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Oh dear, oh dear, someone sure looks rather upset, huh?" Wanderer speaks, chuckling at the end.

You swallow. Oh he's not gonna do this shIt. He better not.

He doesn't move under your gaze, simply staring back. He taps his fingers against the table, "Are you trying to intimidate me? Because you just look funny. Did I struck something, hmm?"

Right.

It's Wanderer.

Being a little shIt as usual. Except today's not your day.

You get up and walk in the direction to your room. He's quick to follow, using some of his anemo power to quickly catch up to you.

"Hey, don't you think it's rude to leave your friend while he's talking to you?" He speaks, floating to your side. When his feet are back on the ground, you take this chance to push him against the wall. A noise of surprise escapes his mouth as you work quick, flipping him over so his chest is against the wall.

Your hand held his wrists together behind his back while you rested your head into his shoulder. You breathe in deep before exhaling. You lift your head and see that Wanderer has turned his head to the side so he could see you. His lips are also moving- oh wait, he's saying something. Right.

"Let go-! What the fuck!" He exclaims, wriggling his arms to get out of your hand, but you only push you body against him, tightening your grip as well. He breathes in hard, glaring. "Did you not hear me? Have you gone deaf? I said let GO-"

"With the way you've been treating me today, I honestly could care less about listening to you."

Your voice was way too calm. Not a hint of annoyance, even though you were pissed at him. That made the man feel weird. Rather concerned, actually. Yet he knows he'll be able to turn the tables. He always can!

"Oh, is that it, huh? I really hit a spot?" Wanderer does a half smirk, "That's funny, you really got worked up over all that?" A chuckle escapes at the end of his sentence and you feel yourself freeze up. Just how far is he pushing you right now?

You lean into his ear to speak, "You sure do love running that mouth. Maybe I should give it some other use other than that? Should do that actually, it's what you deserve after all."

He swallows, a sudden thought popping into mind. And now he's.. not that bothered by you holding him against the wall, restricting his movements. Wait, no, he should resist-

"Hm? Gone quiet now? Ran out of useless shit to say?" You go down to a whisper, blowing air on his skin. Wanderer focuses his eyes on one spot on the wall, thinking of what to say and trying to ignore how hot your breath is—

"Let's go," you suddenly lean away, moving your hand to one of his wrists. You quickly start walking, leaving no time to answer Wanderer as he tries to speak.

...

"Fuck— fuck, I'm so close-" He moans, his dick pulsing in your hands. You don't say anything, you just stare at his facial expression. Eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly agape, breathy moans escaping.

You've already noticed that he's lifting his hips up, trying to match your pace. You've also noticed him still trying to move his hands out of the rope behind his back.

Another, much louder, moan comes after a moment of silence. "Ah— Mmh, fuck, come on, come on I'm gonna— I'm—! Haah—" Wanderer interrupts his own sentence, coming all over your hands and parts of his stomach. You don't slow down, continuing to do your work, making Wanderer twitch violently.

"That— That's enough, stop- [Name], that's- haah- that's enough- fuck-!" He moans out, his hands gripping the sheets under him, trying to get away.

"Enough? Are you fucking serious right now?"

Wanderer felt something he didn't feel before. The way you said that sentence, the.. anger in your voice..? Were you mad? Usually that would make him laugh, show his tongue at you, but all it did now was make his cheeks redder and make him weirdly needy for you. Needy? You're jerking him off, what else can he ask for??

"If you think I'm going to stop just because you told me to, you're beyond stupid. You've been a bitchg to me all fucking day, you think I care? Do you really?" You put a hand on his jaw, staring right into his eyes, "It's my turn to have my fun now. I'm not letting you go."

You were surprised to feel his dick get hard in your hand again.

© h0ney-mochi 2024 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[erxxi3]

A Sloppy First With Carlos?

Pairings: Carlos Oliveira x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have been dating Carlos for quite some time and finally decide to let him claim you as his own, but it is more like some sloppy sex.

Cw. Smut (nsfw), p in v, praise, virgin reader gets their first time wit carlos, dom carlos?, some begging, needy/desperate reader, a bit body worship if you squint ur eyes just a bit, possessive & a bit of cocky carlos, relationship had already been established yet we skipping to the part of where he just gives u a sloppy first time just to enjoy every moment of him inside you! This man is gonna make you a milf after he’s done fr fr want u to be the momma to his kids. Some fluff at the end there is def aftercare but I got too lazy to write it….

A/N: I’ve never written for Carlos before, so this is my first time writing for him and feel free to give me feedback!

SMUT AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!

Carlos Oliveira is definitely a charming guy when it came to women, but that all changed when you came into his life. He became so tough and cocky around you and others that it made him the kind of guy who didn’t let himself be vulnerable in front of people. It also caused you to fall for him a little bit faster. That was exactly what you wanted. Someone strong, and not afraid of showing it. The only problem with your choice was that he wasn’t exactly someone to get along with very well and was even more of an asshole than he already was.

Not something you expected from a man like that. But if it meant you could feel secure in his arms, then so be it. You could live with any kind of attitude. If he just wanted to keep you safe then so be it. You wouldn’t mind at all, actually. You enjoyed being near him, even if it made your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You thought his roughness was sexy, even if you were slightly scared of him sometimes. And as long as there wasn’t going to be too much violence in the future, maybe you would be able to handle things better. Just give him some time, yet It wasn’t like you couldn’t deal with the bad side of him.

I mean he could be a total dickhead at times, sure, but you could tolerate that, too. He still respected you, afterall, and that was what really mattered. As long as you were happy and satisfied in his arms. And you had been that all this time. All your years of dating with a guy like Carlos Olivera didn’t go wrong. He treated you right, despite your flaws and his ego.

His ego brings out the best in him wether it’s in bed or out of bed, so there is no doubt about what you saw with him in bed that night. He was absolutely gentle, but rough when he kisses you sloppily, his hands firm when they roamed your body, and he took his pleasure in making you squirm underneath him. His tongue is hot and insistent in licking every inch of your skin and his fingers are rough and warm when they caress your breasts through the thin cotton fabric of your tight dress. And his eyes. Oh, Carlos’ eyes looked as if they were dark pools filled with lust and possessiveness. Without hesitation he took off his pants dropping them to the floor, his erection already trying to poke out the side of his boxers. You tried to take his boxers off although he had prioritized in spreading your legs apart and placed his hard member between them, foremost, further apart.

Fingers had trailed straight under the waistband of your dress while his hands started ripping your dress off, and your bra followed. With quick movements he tore the straps and panties away leaving you bare beneath his gaze, completely naked from head to toe. His lips left yours. Carlos began to apply lube to his hardened and throbbing cock, before slowly inserting it inside you, setting a slow movement in and out of you in a way that was torturous in itself. You whimpered from the sensation, but his grip on your hips tightened making the pain go away momentarily. Sloppily beginning to thrust into you, his pace quickened until he hit a certain spot that made you scream with pleasure. “Oh, God...” you moaned breathlessly before closing your eyes.

You never felt that way with anyone else. This is not your first time to say the least, but definitely better than masturbation to say the least. It made you feel so incredibly sensitive that it left you weak, yet at the same time it made you feel powerful and desirable. “That’s my girl…” he growled in a deep voice, grabbing one of your wrists and positioning it over your head as he continued hitting your sweet spot with his thick shaft. You moaned again while tears filled your eyes from the intense pleasure he gave you.

Your breathing started becoming erratic as he kept slamming his heavy cock into you with such force. He held your face, placing soft kisses all over your exposed cheeks and neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your flesh. “You feel so good, baby...” he whispered against your ear. Soon following after with, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum if you keep this up...”

“Don’t stop...” you begged breathless, feeling a shiver go down your spine as Carlos continued pumping his stiffening cock inside you. He kept pressing harder, making you cry out and bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from begging for mercy. “Please don’t stop….” You could hear your own voice quiver slightly, almost like a sob. In a moment you lost your restraint, and threw your head back, arching your back as you screamed loudly. A loud moan escaped your mouth as waves of ecstasy washed over you, and your muscles started tingling from his relentless thrusts into you.

He was getting close, you could tell, and soon he won't hold himself anymore. “Carlos…” you murmured, unable to finish your sentence because your breath was short and labored, and your voice was hoarse from screaming out.

You needed him to get you to your climax and come, now, now, now, you thought.

“Please..please…” you whimpered, feeling your body shaking with both excitement and desperation. Suddenly, everything came rushing in.

The orgasm. Carlos.

Your surroundings. Carlos’ name coming out of your mouth, His scent surrounding your whole being. You felt as if you were being penetrated by a monstrous cock very sloppily, even though you were. His warm and hard cock rubbing against your inner walls in time with his frantic thrusts. “Almost there… ah- hold out a little longer, baby…” Carlos grunted out of breath, panting heavily, his entire body trembling. Your breathing was starting to come out ragged as well, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you climaxed once again. “That’s it, baby… Come for me…” The next few minutes passed by in a blur, each second passing with such intensity it was overwhelming you. Carlos finally stopped after a while, releasing his cum inside you.

Your throat was sore and raw from screaming and your muscles were tense and sore from all the stretching, while your back was arched which he forced you to do as your climax hit. Carlos laid beside you and pulled the sheets up around you as he kissed your temple. "Are you alright?" Your mind was fuzzy as you nodded and snuggled closer into his chest. "...Yeah," was your reply, barely above a whisper. Your eyelids were glued shut, as you struggled to stay awake.

Carlos chuckled softly. "Did I fuck you that hard?" You shook your head and mumbled in reply that you loved how wild he got. "Mmm...you're welcome." After a while you felt tired and sleep began creeping onto your consciousness. Carlos seemed to sense this and wrapped his arms tightly around you to keep you warm as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek. "Get some rest, baby," he said quietly. You hummed in response as you relaxed into his hold, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You were so tired that you were able to ignore the sound of heavy breathing, but it eventually woke you up when the covers moved slightly. Opening your eyes, and noticing your boyfriend staring at you intently. "Hey...sorry did I wake you up? Go back to sleep..." he whispered kissing the top of your head as he ran his hands gently through your hair. You buried your face deeper into his chest, and let out a small sigh as you cuddled up to his chest. Carlos laughed again, running his hand through your hair one last time before turning off the light with his other hand and lying down behind you, holding you tightly.

"I love you so much..." he said softly, kissing the crown of your head gently.

"Goodnight..." you breathed out before finally closing your eyes and falling asleep, enjoying the soothing warmth of his embrace.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello I’m sorta new to ur blog and I would like to request an emergency request!

I don’t really know how it works so if there’s something I didn’t or did do wrong please ignore this!

I’ve recently caught myself having suicidal thoughts since I really do not like the pain of losing a loved one and think it’s better dying then ever experiencing it again. It sounds selfish but I can’t help thinking about it. It’s weird since for me the feeling of losing someone is way more strong then I think it is for other people and I know people around me will feel sad about me being gone but I tell myself what’s the point if I’m dead anyway. It’s a very selfish and selfless way of thinking and I know that, if you do not feel comfortable with this. Again please ignore this,

But how would law and sanji react to their fem! Partner having these thoughts?

Thank you and have an amazing day:)

First things first, let me say that my heart goes out to you. Second thing, please, please, please go see someone and get some help. I know it's probably hard or perhaps not what you want to hear, but please.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, emergency request, mentions of death

Word Count: 1405

     They were gone. How could they be gone? How could they be… how could they be dead? Feeling the tears run down your cheeks, you curled your fingers in your hair. Part of you knew that death was part of the job. It came with being a pirate, but to be honest, you’d never actually, truly thought about it. Something that was in the back of your mind but never something that was really real. You just wanted to die; better to die than to experience somebody else dying, right? Better to end things than to have to experience this pain again. Worse yet, watching everyone else go about doing things, it felt like you were the only one mourning. Did they not feel their death? They looked sad, but how could they just continue to go about their lives? Continue to work like they were? You didn’t even hear the door open, didn’t notice your partner looking at you with such sympathy and sadness. He’d noticed your change in mood, in attitude, and it had worried him a little, but now seeing you curled up on the floor, he was more worried than ever. 

Sanji

     The blond walked over to you, sitting down next to you before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you out of your thoughts as he carefully maneuvered you into his lap.

     “I’ve been looking for you, ma cherie. Why are you hiding such beauty away in here?” he asked softly, placing one hand on the back of your head, stroking your head as he pressed your head against his chest to listen to his heart. All you could do was shake your head as the tears turned into full sobs. His arms wrapped tighter around you, trying to make out your words through your bawling. Finally making out what you were saying caused his heart to break. You were in so much pain. He wouldn’t lie and say that he was unaffected, but seeing how hard it was hitting you, he wished that he was more affected so that you would be less affected; to take away your pain, even if it meant taking it on himself. It reminded him of when he lost his mother, the pain stabbing at his heart, bleeding his young heart dry. 

     His lips met your forehead as he cradled you close, cooing gently as he tried to comfort you. Admittedly, he felt a little bad that he hadn’t noticed the severity sooner, but he also thanked the heavens that he noticed it when he did; noticed it before things went too far. 

     “It’ll be okay, mon amour, I’m here, I’ll stay here by your side and help you get through this, okay? I know it hurts, but please, please don’t… don’t do… that. I couldn’t live without you, you’re my entire world. Whatever you need, I’ll get it for you, just… please, I… don’t do that. And remember, I’m always here. You can come to me anytime, whatever you need. Please just… stay, for me?” he pleaded, tears starting to make their way down his cheeks. He didn’t want to make you feel worse, but it hurt him so much that you were even considering such a thing. You were his everything, his light, his love, he couldn’t bear to be without you. 

     “Please, please, please… don’t… don’t do anything, don’t leave me. You can call me selfish if you want, let me be the selfish one and ask you to stay. You… you’re too sweet, too kind, to be selfish like that. So let me be the selfish one and ask you to never leave my side.” He pleaded, nuzzling his face into the top of your head. Clutching his shirt as if your life depended on it, you could only nod, still sobbing. He didn’t know how long he stayed with you like that, only that Luffy had started screaming for him about lunch. Glancing down at you, his brow furrowed. You’d cried yourself to sleep. Carefully picking you up, he moved you to his bed before storming out to his captain.

     “Luffy! Shut up! Y/n is sleeping and I don’t need you waking her up. I swear, if you wake her up, I’ll throw all the meat on the Sunny over the side of the ship!” Sanji threatened, making the boy’s eyes widen and nod. Sighing, he paused, “She’s taking this hard, just… let me take care of her for a little while. Just until she’s better.” Sanji requested, watching as his captain nodded again. He’d be there for you as long as you needed, anything to make sure you were okay.

Law

     Being a doctor and being your partner always, always made things hard for him. When did he draw the line? Where did he stop and go “I’m a doctor and you need to take these meds”? At what point should he stop holding you close and instead get you a therapist? Standing here in front of you, he pondered this even more. Should he approach you as your partner or your doctor? Doctor or partner, doctor or partner? Taking a deep breath, he picked you up, drawing a surprised gasp as he ‘shambles’ed you both to his room, laying down on his bed with you and holding you close.

     “If you needed to cry, you should have come to me.” Law said awkwardly, running his hand up and down your back, letting you cling to him. You were silent for a moment, not entirely sure what you should say. Finally you mumbled out what was wrong, the words muffled in his chest. His brow furrowed, his hand on your back halting for a moment. Doctor or partner, doctor or partner? 

     “You… I want… I want you to see someone about this… I need to know if you need to be medicated long term for depression.” he said after a minute. He was your partner, but he was also a doctor. This would be the best option for both sides. As a doctor, he wanted what was best for your health, as your partner, he wanted you to be okay. This would help you be okay… right? Laying there, the man grew nervous by your silence. Were you mad at him for suggesting it? Were you going to turn him down? Or worse, close yourself off? Finally, thankfully, you nodded. He was a doctor, he loved you, he’d know what was best for you, right? Sure, you wanted to die, but… but Law knew what to do, right? The man sighed in relief, his arms wrapping tighter around you, muttering quiet ‘thank you’s. Fuck, you’d scared him. He couldn’t lose you. He’d lost enough, he couldn’t lose you too, least of all to this, not like this. His family to the World Government, Cora-san to Doflamingo, he couldn’t lose you, not like that.

      He couldn’t help but relax ever so slightly, relieved that you listened. You’d be okay, you’d get help and you’d be okay. He’d keep a close eye on you and you’d be okay, he’d make sure of it. It would take a while, he knew it would take a while, but you would be okay. Okay, he didn’t actually know that for certain, but with as scared as he was, he needed to tell himself that, he needed that reassurance that you wouldn’t leave him. Just like you, he couldn’t experience that again. Too many times had he seen that, he couldn’t do it again. Cuddling you closer, he breathed in your scent, as if trying to memorize it, as if he was still going to lose you. It was only now that you realized how much he was trembling, the realization dawning on you. He couldn’t lose anyone else again, just like you, he’d rather die than experience that again. It made you wonder how he did it. How did he deal with the crushing weight of knowing he could lose his entire crew yet stay so strong? Maybe… Maybe you could find out; maybe, if you stayed, you could find out and you could be like him, be strong like him. Slowly, your breathing steadied, evening out as you dozed off. Almost as soon as you were asleep, Law was letting the others know to head for the nearest island. He’d get you help asap, because he really couldn’t lose you too.

[astrum-aetherium]

NOW LISTEN i know ur a mainly nsfw account (which i adore yass) but opinions on henry with a girlfriend whos his polar opposite?

no worries at all, i'm always willing to indulge any of you in a more tame scenario, despite being a nsfw-content-focused account.

it'd be quite sweet, for lack of a better term. i'm sure many are familiar with the grumpy/sunshine trope — it'd be something along those lines. gracing the university halls with your welcoming, radiant atmosphere, with henry trudging along at your side like an unperturbed raincloud, yet in the best way possible. being equally as productive in your studies in your varying ways, whilst simultaneously inspiring one another to be more like the other party, to see the world from the other perspective a little bit more (but not enough to change as a person!).

naturally, he would, at times, grow annoyed with an overly happy-go-lucky attitude, and i'm thinking there would need to be some sort of compromise in place to not agitate him all too much — or he would simply have to suck it up, which might be difficult. nevertheless, i'm convinced he would find a way to love and care for someone who's vastly different from him; it'd certainly be a surprise even to himself, but i think it could work (after all, he's a completely mutable fictional character, right?).

his classmates would appreciate that shift in scenery for him as well. i think they would be pleased with the amount of positivity you'd contribute to his somber life. during conventions at francis' country estate, i'm thinking you could slip into the role of the life of the party (though subdued, of course, and within the bounds of dark academia) — to the vast delight of francis himself, and even camilla and charles. the greatest achievement you'd accomplish with your unfettering ways would probably be getting a (lightly drunk) henry to dance with you to one of francis' ancient records, and it'd be quite cordial; it'd even elicit a rare, luminous smile from him.

[babamiasworld]

Something About Him || Part 1

Human!Bully!Ao’nung x Fem!Reader (Highschool AU)

Summary: you and your younger brother had recently transferred to a new school after your dad got a job in another state. your brother is trying to be positive abt this change but you weren’t a big fan of change, and your family new that this move was going to be really tough on you, but they new better than to confront your newfound attitude, but how long will it last?

Content Warnings: angst, slow burn, (light)bullying, enemies to lovers, (y/n) is kinda a bitch in this LMAOO bc me too🤭, random capitalisation bc m’lazy, a lot of swearing

Additional Character Glossary:

Tirotay = ur younger brother

A/N: this fic is heavily inspired by @yunaloona‘s highschool AU fic series but i really need some of that angst and drama so i’m doing my own version 😫😜- but def go check their one out if ya want something short and sweet xx. ➥ also i’m writing this as someone who is aroace, so i HATE when the deal is sealed, so i ain’t gonna give y’all closure easy mk🤭

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The sound of a muffled voice pulled me out of my dream before i could even recall it, my eyes groggily opening to a painfully bright light, my eyes tracing the worn wallpaper and towards the figure standing in the doorway; Tirotay.

“(y/n), c’mon, mom said to get up now or you’ll have to catch the bus to school.” he spouted firmly, before sauntering down the hall…leaving the door wide open.

“uugGHHH- close my damn door bro!” I yelled, while knowing full well he wasn’t gonna come back to close it, so i shot up from my bed, already pissed off and slammed my door, tuning around i was able to take a look at my new room. besides a few unpacked boxes here and there, my room was pretty much the way i wanted, which made this place a little less bad. my favourite of course being my tall bed, with a disheveled display of a soft quilt, decorated with an embroidery design, topped with a modest amount of silk covered pillows piled at the headboard; undeniably being the centrepiece of the room, i would GLADLY stay in that bed all day if that was a choice.

I lazily through on some clothes, more concerned with comfortability rather than style; it’s not like i was trying to dress to impress, i don’t care about what these people think of me to be honest, and im only going to school so i can get my graduation certificate and that’s it. i don’t need friends, i already have plenty from back home, so i don’t need anymore.

after brushing my teeth and hair i head downstairs to the kitchen to grab the lunch mom made for us, shoving it in my bag.

“(y/n)! are you ready yet babe? we gotta go!” mom shouted from the living room.

“yup- im ready now! i’ll be waiting in the car!”

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you and your brother had both already done orientation day and just headed towards the office to get our schedule, both silently praying we still knew how to get there from memory. reaching the principals office we we greeted with two happy faces.

the principal slightly perked up at our presence, “(y/n), Tirotay, it’s nice to see you again.” after we exchanged pleasantries, she handed us our timetables and gestured to the sweet looking girl standing next to her and continued. “this is Tsireya, she will be your guide.”

“Hello! it’s nice to meet you both!” Tsireya chirped, followed by a short wave and a smile.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too.” i quietly replied with a nod. looking over at my brother who was avoiding her gaze entirely, rolling my eyes I turned my attention back to Tsireya, who giggled in response.

“Ok, let’s get you two to your homeroom class.” Tsireya gestured to follow her.

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“alright aaand this is your homeroom (y/n)! you have Mr. Samual, so you’re definitely one of the lucky ones- hes really nice.” she whispered the last part, “and hey if you need someone to hang out with at lunch, you’re more than welcome to come sit with me!” she offered.

“thanks- appreciate the offer.” I gave a simple nod and then walked into my classroom. ‘so much for not making friends…’ i thought to myself, but she was so nice, and that made it really difficult to not reciprocate.

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The bell rang pulling me out of my dazed thoughts, civil war history was never really my favourite. the teacher was saying something about homework, though i really couldn’t care less, packing my stuff away in my bag and making my way out of the classroom, swinging my bag over my shoulder.

walking into the cafeteria was a little daunting, but thankfully i didn’t draw too much attention. i saw Tsireya eating next to a few of her friends, but i decided against going up to them, I was more comfortable by myself anyway. Scanning over the cafeteria once again, I noticed a side door leading outside, so i tried my best to not be seen sneaking out.

outside wasn’t anything breathtaking, but it was empty, which was all i needed. i leisurely, walked up to a tree in the distance, setting myself down and grabbing my lunch from my bag. pulling my phone from my pocket, i leaned it against my bag, putting my headphones in and choosing a random youtube video that looked entertaining enough.

a few minutes passed as i mindlessly ate my food, though my thoughts were interrupted by laughing, i look up to see a collective group of boys holding their stomachs. at first i didn’t give a fuck, but then i saw someone amongst the group who didn’t look too happy; a girl. i paused my video to hear what they were saying.

“Leave me alone!” she shouted, though falling on deaf ears, as their smug demeanours didn’t falter.

“Awww the little freak wants us to stop..” one of the boys taunted, getting up in her face, “If you don’t like the way we’re treating you, why don’t you just call your big brother to come save you~ orrr you could just run off and cry like you did last time.” his words causing the girl to grimace, as the rest of the boys laughed.

i had seen enough- already stopping off towards them, a scowl painting my features. the boys kept circling her like vaulters, the boy who insulted her before clearly was the main perpetrator, the other boys looking like nothing other than his “minions”.

“HA-! look! the freak’s starting to cry again!” he scoffed, expressing fake sympathy towards the girl. “I’m sorry we hurt your wittle feelin-”

he was cut off after i shoved him away from the girl. “what the hell is wrong with you? Do you seriously have nothing better to do?” i scolded, a disgusted look taking over my features. he looked at me up-and-down, clearly offended that i had ruined his fun.

“who the hell are you?” he spat, looking at me, as if I was the scum of the earth.

“who am i? who the fuck are you? honestly, you think with all that forehead you got you’d have a big enough brain to comprehend common decency, but i suppose i can’t be surprised, since in seems your skull is so fucking thick, it makes sense that you never had a lot of brain growth.” i spat, the boy in front of me now seething.

one of the other boys stepped towards me but was halted by his leader. “c’mon ao’nung, these bitches aren’t worth it.” another boy spoke, causing the boy he was talking to to scoff, staring you down before turning around and walking away, his little followers tagging along behind him.

ao’nung…that was a name you wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

after they had left i immediately turned around to check on the girl. “Hey, are you ok?” i asked, slight worry crossing my face. the girl looked at the concrete, blinking away frustrated tears.

“yeah i’m fine,” she meakly spoke, looking up at me, “thank you…for that.”

“of course.” i smiled, given her a nod of acknowledgement. my eyes trailed down to the girls bag, a green crocheted tote bag with a flower in the centre. “I like your bag. It’s very pretty.” gesturing to it.

she gave a shy smile, eyes focused on it as her grip on the strap tightened. “thank you, i made it myself.” her eyes meeting mine again. “my name’s kiri by the way.” she said with a smile, which i immediately returned.

“name’s (y/n). nice to meet you.”

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Part 2

[art-of-firefly]

hi !! i hope ur doing well as well and that smth very nice happens very soon :> i will also send u many things too so hope that is ok !! and fee free to only do some

1 & 2 for takao !! 18 for midorima !! 13 for momoi !! 23 & 25 for akashi !!

Hi ! Thank you, i hope the same for you <3

Takao

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

The way he turns any potential bad situations or feelings into something beautiful and positive. It's something i truly admire about him. My main examples would be his attitude toward Midorima, Kuroko and Akashi.

When he learned the guy he wanted to beat was on his team he accepted it and changed his goal from becoming a better player to be recognized a worthy opponent to be recognized as a worthy ally instead.

When he faces Kuroko, his perfect mirror, and loses. Instead of feeling resentful, he aims to be even better the next time they face each other.

When he sees Akashi ability as a point guard, instead of being frightened or anxious like all the other point guard, he show pure awe and admiration. Jealousy is the kind of sneaky feeling that you can't help but feel sometimes, but it doesn't bring any positivity or drive to be better, it only makes you unhappy. But Takao never falls into this trap.

Even when he sees Midorima and Akashi doing their special three-point play (the Sky Direct 3P Shot, the official name is so dorky i love it) during the Vorpal Swords match, he doesn't show jealousy, even though he himself thought he would be jealous to see it. Instead, he is happy.

All of this speak a lot about who he is as a person. He truly has a good heart and he is the kind of person i genuinely aim to be more like

Sorry it was kind of long, but I love Takao a lot, he truly is amazing.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Well, I just realized that I technically answered that with the first question, so instead I'll give you my second favorite canon thing about him.

I love how accepting he is. Midorima is a difficult person to get along with, and as Takao himself said 'one has to be flexible to keep up with Midorima’s weird habits'. And yet, Takao immediately accepted him. Although at first he made fun of his obsession with horoscopes, it never came from a bad place, Takao just laugh at everything.

Plus, he doesn't just accept it, he actually finds it endearing. He is so precious and the world needs more people like him.

Midorima

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

His relationship with Takao, I honestly don't even think I need to elaborate on this, TakaMido is loved wholeheartedly by the fandom, whether platonically or romantically, and it's 100% deserved. There are probably a thousand essays on them and their dynamics, so I'll spare you my own awkward ramblings. But in short, their way of accepting each other, of pushing each other to be better and their dynamic, everything is perfect.

Who wouldn't want a partnership relationship like this? The way they support and trust each other is truly admirable.

Momoi

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

This one 🌸, for her hair color and the sad scene under cherry blossom trees with Kuroko when the team is falling apart. I also think she would use it a lot.

Akashi

23. Favorite picture of this character?

It's really difficult to answer. I had to limit myself to only the pictures drawn by Fujimaki-sensei otherwise it would have been impossible. I think it's this one, because seeing him happy and surrounded by his friends makes me happy

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I honestly can't remember, it was almost 10 years ago now. But i know i liked him from the start.

And now, well, I've drawn him a hundred times in the last 6 months and done a whole countdown to his birthday, exhausting myself to the point of getting sick. He is on my mind 24/7. I spend an unhealthy amount of time talking about him on Twitter.

In short, I like him a lot. But since this post is already quite long and I have been asked several questions about him on this ask games, I will go into more detail in my other posts.

[denybunnyforgood]

Denial Conceptual Scheme

It's no secret that it will never cum again. Kind of the premise of the blog, lol. But why? it's talked to and read a lot of reasons for why people give up orgasms, and it thought hey why not organize, share, and write down some thoughts about all of those reasons!

it's noticed basically eight axes along which people get into denial, and you can basically skip around and read any of them.

Dependent on one's desires vs. independent of one's desires.

Even if it didn't want it, would it have a reason to be denied?

Other-desire fulfilling vs. other-pleasure causing.

Even if those who wanted it never knew, would it have a reason to be denied?

Self-pleasure causing vs. self-suffering causing.

Even if it made it feel worse, would it have a reason to be denied?

Direct opportunity benefit vs. indirect opportunity benefit.

How many 'whys' before you reach what makes the denial valuable?

Individualistic vs. via constructed oppressive hierarchy.

Is it being denied because it in particular should be denied, or because it is in a category that ought to be oppressed?

Realistic vs. naturalized.

What is that oppression like?

Aesthetic vs. carnal.

Is the denial for something aesthetic or for a certain feeling?

Gaslighting vs. genuine.

Does one cite actual or playfully implausible reasons to stay denied?

On top of going over all of these, it's also going to post examples (with permission) over time as it comes across them or as people send them in (though this blog is pretty unpopular, so the latter suggestion is pretty optimistic!). So far, no examples yet, hope to change soon!

Dependent on one's desires vs. independent of one's desires.

Some reasons for actions or attitudes aren't dependent on ur motivational profile. For example, it doesn't matter whether you want to save a pig who's stuck and asking you for help, you have reason to. Maybe you don't want to get your suit dirty; that doesn't matter! If someone is stuck, your reasons to help them are unrelated to what you want and you're failing to recognize what you have a reason to do if you don't think you have a reason to help someone who's stuck! Let's call these moral reasons (in reality, there are many counterexamples to this understanding of moral reasons, this is just a stipulative term for convenience).

Some reasons for actions or attitudes are dependent on your motivations though! The only reason you'd have to season your rice is because you want your rice seasoned. Call these prudential reasons.

A reason for orgasm denial which is dependent on one's desires:

it only wants to focus only on people's pleasure, so it has a reason to never cum again!

A reason for orgasm denial which is independent of one's desires:

it wishes so desperately it could just cum, its life would be so much more enjoyable, but the moral reality of it is that for an object whose pleasure and desires has no worth to cum and enjoy itself would violate the dignity of actual people, who have the right to live in a world where it never, ever cums again.

These ends of the spectrum are completely compatible. Denial can meet reasons from both ends of this axis without any true contradictions. For it personally though, while there are many who are into denial because it's something they want to do personally, it came to realize when it was younger that in its position, it was obligated to avoid making sex enjoyable for itself and that it had been making a mistake each time it did enjoy itself. it's doing better now and it really appreciates it when people share similar experiences, of realizing it was just wrong or that objects genuinely don't deserve to cum and stuff!

Other-desire fulfilling vs. other-pleasure causing.

This is probably going to require an entirely new post, but basically there's a difference between pleasure and desire satisfaction.

When you believe your desires are satisfied, you feel pleasure. But the two can come apart. If you want a painting to be sold, and the painting gets sold but you died believing it never would be, then while your desires were actually satisfied, you felt no pleasure. Meanwhile, if you died thinking your paintings would be sold but they got destroyed, your desires weren't satisfied but you felt pleasure.

Here's a true story, the previous Owner it gave up all of its orgasms for didn't gain any extra pleasure from it doing so, and it knew this, but it did actually meet more of her desires. That's why it did it. This may help make the difference clear.

Here's if it only had reasons for orgasm denial which concerned that Owner's pleasure:

She thinks it's so much worse off being denied for months at a time and she gets a lot of pleasure from believing that. This isn't true since the months of denial are so hot and cause such intense orgasms that it more than makes up for it. But she doesn't know that, so this is great for both of us!

Here's if it had reasons for orgasm denial which concerned Owner's desires:

She wants it to be so much worse off.

Whether or not it confesses to her that it's not actually much worse off unless it's permanently denied, her pleasure will be the same. Because either way, she will believe it's so much worse off. But her desires wouldn't be satisfied unless it's permanently denied.

it should tell her so she strips it of all orgasms for the rest of its life. Even though she won't feel any better, and it'd feel far, far worse, it has a reason to do this because it's what she wants.

it isn't with this Owner anymore, but one upshot of recognizing that desires are worthy of satisfying is that even if nobody ever recognized it was doing it, there are still plenty of reasons to stay denied. There are plenty of people out there who want objects like it to avoid making sex enjoyable for themselves, and so it does its best to satisfy their desires, even if they never find out.

That said, it is of course better if people get pleasure out of its convictions as well, hence this blog that others may one day find!

Self-pleasure causing vs. self-suffering causing.

This is what made it want to make this post, actually! it noticed that even though denial has gotten more popular, some posts are like "Denial feels better anyway because it's hot and it's longer!" or "Denial is a great way to make your eventual orgasms feel better!"

But much more rarely, it'll find posts that it relates to far more, where one's overall experience is worse, and that's precisely the reason for being denied.

Reasons for orgasm denial which are self-pleasure causing:

Giving up orgasms creates this constant, pleasant buzz!

Being denied puts it in subspace, which feels amazing!

Reasons for orgasm denial which are self-suffering causing:

Giving up orgasms creates this constant, uncomfortable frustration and it should suffer!

Being denied is torture!

it would say 8 out of 9 times it gets to the edge and gets denied, it only has the latter reasons for being denied but like 1 out of 9 times it does enter that amazing space where it just looks up at whoever is using it and it can see how little they care about its well-being and it can't help but be overwhelmed by admiration. It's really hard for people to truly understand that it is an object and seeing in someone's eyes their recognition that they don't have to care what it wants or whether it breathes or even comes out of this experience conscious, and being blown away by the awe it feels is so transcendent that the experience is justified by its beauty.

Direct opportunity benefit vs. indirect opportunity benefit.

The benefit that comes from denial can be more or less direct.

Reasons for orgasm denial because it's very directly beneficial:

People want it denied, so they get desire satisfaction, which is valuable in itself.

People feel good when it's denied, which is valuable in itself.

it being denied is beautiful, which is valuable in itself.

Reasons for orgasm denial because it's less directly beneficial:

Denial causes it to suffer, which people want, so they get desire satisfaction, which is valuable in itself.

Denial causes it to suffer, which makes people feel good, which is valuable in itself.

Denial causes it to suffer, which is beautiful, which is valuable in itself.

Denial causes it to admire those who have the strength to use it and only care about their own well-being, which is morally good, which is valuable in itself.

Reasons for orgasm denial because it's very indirectly beneficial:

Denial causes it to suffer, which causes it to understand the insignificance of its well-being, which people want, so they get desire satisfaction, which is valuable in itself.

Denial causes it to rewire its brain, so that it is less capable of receiving certain pleasures, which makes its life worse, which is morally good, which is valuable in itself.

The more steps you get to that "valuable in itself" part, the more indirect it is. This axis is a bit unique in that it thinks most of those it's met have had reasons across the whole spectrum, but it has noticed that for most individuals, it's super hard to like figure things out when their reasons are more indirect. It takes an intense amount of reflection and deliberation. Maybe just creating this axis and giving some examples will make it easier to talk about all kinds of reasons for being denied!

Individualistic vs. via constructed oppressive hierarchy.

Some reasons take some arbitrary yet oppressive social construction, like race, species, but usually, gender. Then they have an ideology that arises from that construction generate norms, and those norms provide reasons for the orgasm denial. Others, however, have reasons for orgasm denial that are specific to their own dispositions and are unrelated to culture or ideology.

Reasons for orgasm denial that are individualistic:

it shouldn't cum because it enters subdrop and depression, but not everyone is like that.

it shouldn't cum because that's what its particular Owner wants, even if other Owners want something else.

A reason for orgasm denial that are hierarchical and ideological:

it was born inferior, she was born superior, so we have a reason to deny its orgasms and focus on hers.

it has a complicated relationship to this axis because it doesn't believe any of our dominant hierarchies confer any reasons. The invention of race, the construction of patriarchy, and so on are all bullshit. However, the patriarchy did create a series of traumas for it which, because of the particular dispositions it was born with, did lead to it developing into an object instead of a person. And while in an ideal world, those traumatic events wouldn't exist, since it's here it does believe as a work of art that it is the kind of thing whose well-being and life quality is of no value, and it's ashamed it took it so long to recognize this.

it doesn't think it was literally born worth less, but it thinks it was traumagenically and coercively shaped into something that is genuinely worth less, and it's important to it at least that we have a culture that is able to affirm object-gendered individuals and treats their well-being as being worth less, and it has often wished it could unionize with other objects to fight for lesser rights and fewer opportunities to orgasm. Further thoughts on this will probably have to be explored in a future post, like it's important not to create a permanent hierarchy that becomes rigid and unresponsive to the complexities of objecthood, but it wouldn't mind fighting again and again for better norms.

Realistic vs. naturalized.

This builds off of orgasm denial often being ideological and depends on a variety of social constructions. Is that social construction treated realistically, as just an arbitrary and ideological set of demarcations? Or does the fantasy that it's a natural kind provide reasons for denial?

A reason for orgasm denial from the reality of construction:

it just happened to be arbitrarily demarcated at birth to be conditioned to see its own pleasure as intrinsically worthless. As such, it now finds the notion that it's worse off than if it'd been conditioned differently so tantalizing! it was so unlucky and that's so hot and gives it a reason to make sure its pleasure continues being denied!

A reason for orgasm denial from the fantasy of naturalization:

it was naturally born inferior and deserves to be subordinated by those born superior. So, there's reason to deny it any orgasms.

it does sometimes like to tell whoever's using it that it was just born an object because it knows that that fantasy would mean a lot to us in that moment, but overall recognizing the truth that it was just arbitrary is often more meaningful.

Aesthetic vs. carnal.

There are plenty of aesthetic properties. Beauty, sublimeness, daintiness, serenity, tragedy, etc. When we engage with a work of art, we seek these properties in order to try and figure out the appropriate response, and when we discover that we missed a property or recognized one that wasn't there, we change our response accordingly.

These responses are generally both in some sense constitutive of who we are, what we wish to be, and some of them can be rather detached.

Paradigmatic carnal responses, like arousal, a desire to skullfuck it, etc. are sexuality-adjacent and raw, and are often more viscerally sensory.

The geometry of this axis is not really a straight line, as the relationship between art and sex is difficult. But it's worth including!

Reasons for orgasm denial due to aesthetics:

It's really quite cute when it's nearly tearing the mattress, gripping it because of its intense need to get past the edge.

it was born with a form that enhances through suffering. So, there's a reason to maintain that form and make sure it never cums again!

Reasons for orgasm denial due to carnal attitudes:

it never cums so you can cum harder. <3

Gaslighting vs. genuine.

Finally, it's noticed that some reasons are presented genuinely, but others are presented frivolously. This is a hard one to give examples for, since these come down to the context and intentions involved.

But for instance, when it talks about denial, it usually lists the actual reasons it has to be denied, that it knows outweigh its reasons to ever orgasm again. Denial ruins its life, people want it denied, it's an object, etc.

Other times though, you'll see these lists that are like "Look at all these benefits for denying yourself! Meanwhile what's an orgasm give you? A brief few seconds of pleasure?" The reductive description of what comes of cumming is just obviously incorrect, but that's the appeal for those that appeals to.

Okay so,

Why has it committed to never cumming again? Along these axes, it knows that it is morally obligated to never cum again because that ruins its life, and people want its life ruined. If it weren't morally obligatory it would really not like its life ruined, but it's an object, and objects should be stripped of their opportunities to an enjoyable life, so yeah!

If anyone has any examples of these, please let it know!

[eternalglitch]

Hi I really love ur fic!

Wanna ramble to me about any character from anything? /nf

Ah thank you!!

Hm. You know what yeah, I will bite. I'm going to talk about Gerard from Neverafter for a bit because the show ended this week and I am not yet over him. (spoiler warning lol)

Gerard was only about 10 or 11 when he was cursed to be a frog. And somehow he was convinced that he "deserved it" when he had been a child. It didn't matter how rude he had been, he was a young kid that needed guidance and love, not to suddenly be thrust into constant life or death situations all alone out in the wilderness.

And his parents didn't even look for him. So. That feels like if he didn't know any better it was largely due to neglect from his family.

Then along comes Elody. She drops her golden ball in his pound, he retrieves it, and slowly they become friends. About a decade after he had become a frog, he kisses her and is turned back into a prince; but that is where his story supposedly ended.

This supposed "happy ending" results in a young man with none of the skills needed to survive as a king. He doesn't know strategy or decorum; he just is glad to be safe in the castle finally and is fine to spend his days just existing in that safety.

And then the times change. Wars are starting; Elody starts taking on the duties of general and struggles under the weight of it as her husband continues to pretend everything is fine. His nonchalant attitude strains on their relationship; he starts to wake up more and more froglike every day as her love wavers.

When giants destroy their castle, Gerard flees in front of the children and elderly. All alone he starts to look for Elody, but her opinion of him- a coward- remains. And their first reunion is HER finding HIM, dead and cold on a battlefield.

Of course, Gerard then hops into Twice Upon / a new reality in another body and is alive and well, but Elody couldn't have known that at the time. With his friends, he starts to show brilliant leading abilities in battles; yes, he is a coward, but dancing away from enemies and giving boosts to his teammates is literally how they win several times. Him tossing the sword Veritas to Pinocchio was CRUCIAL to escaping the Step Mother.

And when he learns more about how he is the protagonist of the Frog Prince, all he wants is for Elody to be able to choose her own story. It's a wish that selflessly echoes in his actions following this decision. When they reunite and try to connect again it goes... poorly. He can't communicate to her properly, and leaves her crying as he is forced to flee, appearing as the same coward he always was.

And then he gives up his humanity, his name, for Elody to be her own protagonist. He knows she no longer loves him romantically and yet her care for him is entangling her in his troubles, so he frees her and becomes a full frog again.

When they meet next, he is able to convince her to join his side again. And they tell each other they do love each other but the story did force them to act in ways that just weren't working. So after the final battle they divorce; but they still love each other. They probably visit often; they probably share jokes about how silly everything up until that point had been. They probably sometimes admit they miss being married, but they are happier than ever in other ways now.

Maybe one day or in one iteration of the story they'll get back together. Who knows. They each have their own stories to write.

And I just really love him. He is so silly. Has the worst luck ever but is like an awkward adoptive parent to Pinocchio and Ylfa, who he sees his younger self in as they struggle with loss of humanity and thoughts of being a monster. A little vain but genuinely kind. A child that had been forced to be an adult too soon but was left as an adult that is all too childish.

[ulircursed]

♡ mananan would've made a better match for ayra i think (sorry andrei) but he didn't arrange a marriage at all so let's just roll with it

from here! holy shit who is this guy changing the hair color changed everything

(the twins are here too! yeah, they get three children bc i do not like to shadow realm one of a pair of twins. they look the same as they do in canon bless u ayra and ur black hair)

but oh god ok in this au, ring reacted faster than all the conspirators and actually advised kurth to bring an entourage to meet mananan at the edge of the ribaut clan before reptor could assassinate the isacchian king. they get their peace treaty and the war ends! in exchange, mananan agrees (is forced to agree) to send ayra to grannvale to marry. because... something something od holy blood. maybe they take shannan too. anyway they are basically political prisoners grannvale is just too polite to say so.

and so she is wed to andrei, as the son of duke ring. at this point in my hc he has been officially declared heir i think. andrei makes no attempt to treat ayra as anything but a political prisoner, knowing that the chances of him having a major blooded child with a minor blood from a whole 'nother crusader are slim to none. at the same time, with ring right there and no conspiracy on the horizon (yet), it's not like andrei will do anything too crazy of his own accord (i've said this before, but while his relationship with ring wasn't good, it also wasn't bad enough that he would've at all wanted to kill his father without an outside reason). so they have a child.

meet black haired 'scipio'

the kid is born with only minor od blood. this is not great for andrei's mental health, and andrei makes his disappointment known to the kid from the moment he is consciously aware of his surroundings. at the same time, political prisoner ayra wasn't exactly encouraged to form a bond with her child so he also doesn't have a mother's support throughout all this

he ends up inheriting his father's self-worth issues wholesale, but worse bc at least father had minor ullr blood??? he has Nothing except the Political Prisoner's Bad Blood. hates himself deeply but tries to keep up a haughty appearance to cover that up. inferiority-superiority complex to the extreme

he will become a master knight in this iteration. gotta prove himself and his nonexistent self-worth u know

a few years later, the twins are also born! they have minor ullr blood and andrei ends up deciding that's worse, the idea that ullr's legacy is being mixed with another crusader's blood. when i say he doesn't have a healthy attitude re: ullr this is what i mean. he ends up liking the twins even less than 'scipio', and edain is aware of this.

ANYWAY back to the lore. a large part of the tellius gen i asks is just figuring out how we even get here ahaha. eventually, the conspirators find a chance during a big event that andrei is expected to bring ayra, and assassinate kurth during that time, blaming the whole thing on ayra but also insinuating that chalphy and yngvi were in on it. they publicly execute ayra and order that mananan and mariccle answer for their family member's crimes or they'll like. kill shannan too.

at this point byron and ring figure out what's going on, and they rescue shannan and get sigurd to smuggle him out of the country using the excuse of political visits to the surrounding nations. the yied desert is no longer a viable route at this point bc reptor and lombard would have troops there to intercept them, so sigurd plans to get to isaach via going through verdane and agustria then getting a ship north to silesse and then to isaach. he leaves with some of his friends, edain included, and edain brings her niece and nephew the twins, thinking that this might make their cover story of innocent visits more convincing if they brought children along (shannan is also along but he's the whole point of the excursion so he has to hide at all times). andrei then kills ring, takes the duchy and throws in his lot with the conspiracy 'for yngvi's sake'. byron also is killed.

everything that happens in canon with sigurd's party happens at this point, even though it's a little bit late. manfroy pulls strings behind the scenes to convince both verdane and agustria that sigurd is here to conquer them instead of basically just. smuggling a small child. and so they run into Problems along the way. he meets deirdre, they have seliph, manfroy comes in with a steel chair, etc etc. anyway the gang is in silesse when they receive news that mananan and mariccle are both dead, isaach has officially fallen, and grannvale knows what sigurd and co are up to and they'd best come back before they're all labeled as traitors. chapter 5 happens and the people/kids who do escape originally still escape.

ok the story took a huge extra few years to get back on track but ultimately everything stays the same, except scipio now has black hair, od blood and hates himself more. sorry.

[autumn-foxfire]

The whole thing about Toorus cover has already been frustrating enough but whats even worse is the amount of ppl that had come out of woodwork to yell 'its not even the first time he sexualized a minor!!!' or 'this is shonen what did you expect??? Other mangaka do it too'

Like you understand that first is just worse and second is no excuse. Like yeah Hori probs wont see any of the outrage and that cover will sell like hotcakes but these are still important conversations to have in fandom about the standards of the way women are treated in manga. Like why no try to build a mood in fandom where mangaka are held to higher expectations instead of just giving up cuz 'its shonen standard'. Drawing cute girls for teen boys to swoon over is one thing, putting an almost completely naked minor on the cover of ur very popular (and publicly sold like i cant imagine how this will look on BOOKSTORE SHELVES) is another. I also see many ppl bitch about like 'oh ppl who complain the most are those who write explicit bakudeku smut' which like, wild conclusion to some to and probably not true but also i think ppl have to understand that influence of a random fic writer in a fandom (even if a popular one) is Very different from influence of a popular mangaka whos work influences the fandom culture anyway. Like there will be ppl who write freaky shit in every fandom but the mangaka very much sets up the bar there i feel.

Like, Witch Hat Atelier is extremly non sexual manga (aside from Qifrey whos sad and wet) and the only sexual content ive encountered for it was between the two adults in it. There IS a creator there that draws minor x adult explicit stuff (as i said freaks in every fandom) but the only reason i know of them is cuz there were warnings from other users like 'hey this person is posting yxz art tagged under the main manga tag, it can be p upseting so make sure to block them!' its a whole different climate for real.

Uhhhh long story short like ppl are allowed to discuss weird stuff a mangaka pulls, thats good for the fandom, why is everyone on twitter so damn ready for this to be their hill to die on lmao all ppl are saying is 'wow pretty gross for Hori to put a naked teenager on the cover' hows that controversial

....long time no rant at foxy i hope i made sense

I completely agree with you, Lucy and I'm mad that the attitude in fandom a lot of the time is "well there's nothing you can do about it so why complain?"

Why aren't we allowed to hold Mangaka, grown men, accountable for the shit they draw and sell to a wide audience. Why can't I be upset that yet again a female body is being exploited by a grown man for sales.

Yes, she's fictional but that's not the issue! It's an issue that it's okay just because she's female and this has been normalized! Imagine the outrage in public that would have caused if it was Deku in such a pose?! It probably wouldn't be allowed to be printed, let alone on the cover of such a popular magazine that is sold to young boys.

It's because people brush it off that it's everywhere that NOTHING WILL CHANGE. Yes, my voice will probably go unheard regardless but at least I'm saying something about it, at least I'm supporting people who are also upset that their bodies are used like this. It's better than ignoring it and the people hurt by Hori's choice (which you'll notice are mostly females).

And the argument that fandom creates content just as bad is null. Firstly, a fandom creator who barely gets over 100 views most of the time will NEVER carry the same influence that a man who draws in over 10s of 1000s. Not to mention, it's deflecting the issue. We're not talking about the creation of porn, we're talking about how Hori has exploited the female body, using a character of his that is a minor, for profit as representation for his work.

My question is WHAT DOES THIS COVER DO. It doesn't represent Hagakure as a character nor it doesn't represent his story of heroism. It exists just for people to, frankly, jerk off over. As a fan of BNHA, I don't want what was once one of my favourite stories represented in such a way! I don't want a character to be reduced to this!

If Hori wanted to draw sexy females for young males, he should have created an ecchi manga, not a shonen one. At least then I wouldn't have to see this bullshit with my own eyes and have it supposed to represent something I used to love.

I'm upset as a female because I'm tired of shonen artists getting away with using girls like this, especially teenage girls.

[platinum-iridium]

I’m finally watching L&O all the way through because ur live-blogging made me miss it and want to see what Connie is about lol but I just got to that episode with the lesbian mom and Serena shows no special care or insight (Arthur says he doesn’t agree or disagree about gay marriage but thinks the government shouldn’t interfere with peoples private business and Serena agrees with that) until the end when she says the case wouldn’t have happened if gays could legally adopt. Arthur doesn’t gaf and says they should’ve moved states and Serena says she ‘knew they weren’t the same side of this’ and tbh that is the most emotion I have seen her give to a lesbian case because she’s usually indifferent or harsh on the killer regardless. Something about how the actress plays her makes me like her but I almost want her to come back to see how they’d actually integrate her sexuality into the show. I don’t see her being married or a mother but she definitely gives an icey, rich older lesbian vibes lol

first of all i am incredibly pleased that the law and order agenda is spreading. such a good show and even where it's a product of its time i feel like it's an interesting cultural touchstone. like if capitalism didn't exist i'd be writing a thesis on changes in media attitudes through a study of law and order. the rest under a cut bc it's yet another manifesto

the worst part about serena is that they really could have done better. like even if they wanted her closeted and trying to stay that way i need the writers to bffr. i do dread seeing the actress' face because she is in so many shitty seasons but i feel like she deserved a better shot. i do think her character is better with arthur branch in the picture because then they don't have to force her to take positions that are inconsistent just to have a different perspective in the DAs office.

i see your point but i don't want to see the new law and order bring anyone back. i'm not convinced they'd do anyone justice. i have mixed feelings about how they brought back jamie. i have to stan a woman supporting a woman killing her abuser but also they had her as a judge in a spinoff so WTF is she doing in the DAs office again? also i feel like there's no way she'd be so indiscreet about that shit. but anyway. it is kind of interesting to imagine a serena in a modern era with much less stigma

[the-un-slash-emotionals]

they missed my hearttt (or did i?)

Hey!! no i didn't just abandon everyone, ok i kinda did i've been thinking about abandonment after entering a chapter in our lives,, abandonment of ur previous life, maybe previous friends, well not all of them but def some... the dynamics just dont stay the same :/ thats what i'll talk about here , new chapters in lives , and where things change, some for the better, some not so. the issue has been bugging my human for a while now, on how much their life changed when they entered this page in their life book. so naturally, i took an interest in it too, because they're one of the few people i actually care for a lot :>

been really obsessed w this song lately " Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard" its crazy how much you humans need to change temperaments when going away from your homes for the first time. especially for the highly agreeable types, the real world can be *hell*. at some point or the other, and to be real, probably very soon, you'll be..exploited. for your state of being. for your mind. for your efforts. for everything which should be celebrated in a utopic society, you'll be used, till you cant anymore, whats the point, what the fuck are ethics in this dystopia? so you adapt. your tender being hardens, being taken over by one of the few possible scenarios - the type to never open up again, not have an outer persona at all, just a shell, the well intent siren that has now lost its voice in this surface market. OR you'll bury it deep within you, and very carefully craft an outer persona - one that sets boundaries, knows how to be a functioning member of society (to varying extents), and takes part in the great facade themselves - they become what they swore to destroy. Selfishness takes over, and can you even blame them? isn't it the world that *forced* them to be as such? and yet they yearn...for the home that cant be anymore. OR you'll become cold. you hold the world at an arm's length, you dont let anyone close, you're too smart for that to happen. you dont trust these puny humans, what have they ever done good for you anyway? you start neglecting the realm of emotions,,,both others' and yours. and in my personal opinion, thats the worst person to be. OR you'll be good at this shit. you can be cold, but present as a chill person with little on their mind. your general attitude towards people is "decent till observed otherwise" - you take things less personally, you do well in your work, you have a fantastic outer aura,,,and inside you're dying. you need a home. someone who values your empathy instead of using it, someone who heals the healer, listens to the listener, comforts the comforter,, and often times when such a person is found, the human spills themselves too quick. all their deepest parts, all conversed upon in a matter of weeks. it then depends on the people and the situations where this leads them.. my human falls in the last one :/ at this point you debate what to do. you have two choices - either be you. the core you. the giver, who thinks of others before themselves, the conscientious, who believes in self competency, the agreeable, with no ill motives, and at the same time, the exploited, who just keeps getting used. the alternative can be a scary step. you start to notice the bad in people - back bitching, genuine words of hate, ill intent being practised in real time (including selective inclusion/exclusion, topics being discussed only with some people, money matters, bigotry in religious/queer realms etc etc). and you start choosing some of these too. the start is always slow. you begin with preferential treatment - not treating everyone the same, being kind to some while cold to others, the whole package. it eventually leads to fake laughs and small talk, and (the most significant part, imo) building "work friend" connections. these are people you only know to use them, to gain something from them, and they most probably treat you the same way. and yk whats the worst part ? this loveless bond is sometimes more fulfilling than the love ones .. " Sometimes it's easier to be fake than it is to be not. " and that, is a *bad* fact of reality but we all live in the same world. so no point whining,, or is that whole thought process just wrong?

^^ Joe Goldeberg, from the show "You", is a pretty good example of a kind soul turned dark by the world and life. so i leave this for you guys to decide - do you take the spear of manipulation for your own use? or do you bind to your own ethics and forever bask in the comfort that you were stronger, because you never lost yourself ? thats x8c signing off. until next time, humans （︶^︶）

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Bloods encounter with sniperjackpart 3 yay

"3 weeks went by sniperjack has yet to accept blood offer of making her a new shotgun arm but something will change her mind hopefully"

Sniperjack: *was being annoyed by one of bloods kids*

B: Miss Jack, why don't u tell our dad u don't need to be escorted all the time?

Sniperjack: i never really asked him. *looks down at her nub of an arm signing* damnit......

B: Then answer me this, then why not get a fresh new arm?

Sniperjack: i want to have my shotgun arm back, not no fancy new one

B: How do u know it'll be a new fancy one? Because my dad makes all his weapons from nothing

Sniperjack: So?

B: So, my dad can make u a personal one for u to ur liking? Get it?

Sniperjack: No, now buzz off twot

B: that's it I'm tired of ur fucking pitty ass attitude *pops out her glass eye throwing it at sniperjack*

Sniperjack: Huh? *turns, getting the glass eye busted on her face, getting glass in her face* ahhh i-i.....

B: *blasts sniperjack in her guts, then knees her in her bleed face* I'll show u to have respect for my family. We have risked our lives for u for our dad

Sniperjack: *tries pulling pieces of glass out of her face* ah damnit....... fuck ur "she got kicked hard busting some of her teeth out"

B: wat does my dad see in u......ur not our aunt......

Sniperjack: *spits blood in B face* because I'm better than ur AJ

B: *goes to deck sniperjack hopefully killing her*

Blood: *stops B exploding her turning to sniperjack*

Sniperjack: *beraly stands ready for a fight*

"Sniperjack goes to swing but passes out, but she didn’t know she was poisoned by a demon assassin"

"Sniperjack was in limbo, but she noticed something different she saw a vision of her training, but she didn’t know why, so she shouted, hoping blood could hear her but no response then the vision turned to her back in hell back in a cage like a dog being killed over and over again"

Sniperjack: ..........they did save me.......they could've just left me there too... but why me? I'm not special.......

Pinkie: That's not how the mane 6 works, AJ u may not have had us as friends, but deep down, Jack, u know u have us by ur side even if we r not their

Sniperjack: But.....

Pinkie: shhh, Jack, it's fine after u wake up. If u still feel like u wanna leave, my son will accept it

Sniperjack: .......i wouldn't mind forgetting everything about u guys, but.......deep down, I'll have doubts if i would've made the right choice

Pinkie: well AJ watever u pick, i'll tell my two sons to leave u alone, i Pinkie, promise

Sniperjack: *nods* but miss pie?

Pinkie: Hmm?

Sniperjack: wat was bloods AJ like?

Pinkie: fearless brave risked her life for her family she was respected everywhere she's one of the reasons my sons r alive today. *starts crying a little* im sorry...

Sniperjack: "she felt herself like bloods AJ was like her." Miss pie, as long as i am here, i will follow in ur AJ hooves

Pinkie: wat no no no ur gonna get yourself killed if bloods and our realm AJ enemies find out theirs another one of u oh no

Mod pie: i can't keep my eyes open anymore miss/sir @asksniperjack . If u have read any of the parts, let me know wat u think, and let me know if u want more goodnight and fuck off

[virgolife6]

Hello

As you are probably aware, these are dark days for all the free people, all the people who can appreciate freedom, beauty, knowledge, progress and are struggling to improve themselves and the world. We are witnessing an unprecedented situation, something whose magnitude of importance outweighs everything else since the Second World War. People’s rights are violated, their dreams destroyed, their happiness shattered, their sovereign lands and way of life are imperiled. And yet, it’s not all about this great tragedy, because a bigger one is looming above us all. Connected with the first Chapter of Misery, now a second Chapter opens: of potential War with global consequences.

I want to tell you that you have been brave so far, and able, and willing; and you fight for your beliefs, and you try to change attitudes and social perceptions, and you struggle for equality and rights and acceptance. You have noble aspirations, and you want to see a better future.

This future is now in grave danger from something that could erase everything in minutes. Everyone is aware of the threat of Nuclear Weapons, and so far, the superpowers have been reluctant to use them, even going to the extent of signing treaties of progressive disarmament, up to a degree. For the first time in this generation, this might stop, and also, the nuclear armament is to increase, and placed in various parts of Europe, and the rest of the world. If you care for your friends, your family, your children… and even if you only care for economic benefits and financial interests, a Nuclear War Must Not Happen. Even in the case of a limited exchange of strikes, the radiation will kill thousands, and damage hundreds of thousands. A total war, as everyone knows, is not to anyone’s interests; it is madness. And yet, despite common sense, despite many forecasts by analysts and politicians, this DANGER is before Europe’s door.

If this planet matters to you in any way, if life itself still matters to you, if you Love, if you still desire to live in a world free of such a threat, now is the time to act. Speak to your friends, the local authorities, the politicians, the government everywhere; speak to them in the armed forces, in the police, the emergency services, the hospitals, raise awareness Now, and put pressure to All to Listen. Join your voice to many millions of others; and for those who don’t have a voice, living in a third world country, become their Voice and protest against Nuclear War. This is the closest we have been on the doorstep of annihilation, and if a nuclear exchange starts, it won’t stop until the protocols say so. So it’s important that it Never Starts. The future of this world is in Your Hands.

Thank you for listening.

omgg who wrote this im so curious, ty for ur message 💝

[basiliska]

i stopped drinking and started exercising/eating better and i lost 3 lbs in 4 days.

i know i can’t say i’ve officially lost weight yet bc ur base weight fluctuates like 5 lbs or something like that, but i definitely feel a change in my energy + attitude!

like i left the house today by myself and went to the mall for the first time since we’ve moved here. i wasn’t doing that before bc staying home, being lazy, and drinking by myself was better than facing the anxiety of driving around and navigating a new space.

i even talked myself out of getting a bag of pretzels bc i’ve been doing sooo good with what i eat (and i LOVE those lil bitches). i cut out sugar, fast/fried food, and i’m trying to stay away from bread and dairy c: