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thegirlwhowatchedeverything · 2 days ago

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Under The Table 4x7 Bears

The under the table scene is an intimate conversation between two people despite being the most cast heavy scene (at least of S4) with vulnerability, choosing your partner, and humor.

Vulnerability:

The responses of their greatest fear from the group are split - some more superficial, some more vulnerable. Both Carmy and Syd subvert expectation by answering in a vulnerable way. If it were just the two of them on screen, say idk a totally unrelated moment like 2x9 Omelette for example lol, I would not have questioned them being very honest. But the fact that are vulnerable despite their entire family and friend group watching (and for Syd a bunch of randos she just met) shows it's still just the two of them. Neither of them are great with expressing themselves. Ironically Carmy does it best and most consistently with Syd - he's constantly staring, asking if she/they are okay/apologizing, loving her to the point of invention with her clothes inspiring his dishes. While Syd can talk about Carmy with anyone but Carmy - Marcus and the best meal in 1x8 Braciole, not crush to TJ in 4x4 Worms, or Donna herself moments before this scene. But Syd goes first and shares her biggest fear that we've known about since 1x5 Sheridan when she opened up to Carmy and has been more and more prominent - about to culminate in her nightmare in 4x8 Green and the most relatable, iconic complete total nightmare, failure, baby-ass fucking bitch soliloquy. Also I know he's not there by miles but growth for Carmy going from 1x6 Ceres I guess all the time I'm kind of trapped because I can't describe how I'm feeling. So to ask somebody else how they're feeling that just seems...I don't know insane - cut to asking others how they feel (Syd, Stevie you guys get scared, right?) to help someone else express their feelings (Eva) and then responding how he feels to a physical audience (Bears) but actual audience of one (The Bear).

Choosing Your Partner

Carmy's constantly back and forth between letting Syd down and messing around with Claire but never actually committing to Claire. Cue the fifty-eleven million contrasts we get between Syd and Claire that represent this. But in following Syd's lead by choosing vulnerability in this conversation, he actively rejects Claire and picks Syd. He could have chosen Claire here as she takes the easy road out by saying she's terrified of bees which is the biggest nothing of this entire scene.

Sidenote: the writers love to give her screen time and do absolutely nothing with it but run out the clock, I'm just going to contrast her response with some others that are great examples of how the show mixes honestly and vulnerability and realness with humor. They give us tiny crumbs of these characters that flesh them out and are not a waste of time aka bees:

Neil saying he's afraid of big dogs which actually circles back to why he has cats (Ralph and Ralph from 1x1).

Ted being claustrophobic (I got two minutes in here, tops) but it actually underscores (in a small, silly way) he's brave and lives with his heart on his sleeve. He and Kelly are the only example of a healthy, positive first falling in love relationship on the show? (Pete and Nat are an established couple, I'm talking newly formed). Like these two support level, comic relief characters get the most direct first I love you that was never shown between Carmy and Claire. We even get the humorous lead up of Ted confusing the taboo of proposals vs I love yous at weddings. In contrast we get this in 2x8 Bolognese:

Neil: What do you love about her?

Carmy: I don't know I just love her a whole lot.

Pete saying he's most scared of capers even though Nat is cooking with capers for their dinner in 1x2 Hands with Donna's lemon piccata recipe (like Carm for Syd, Pete would take a train for Nat - even if it meant eating a caper).

Sorry, back on track (riding a train to take said bullet for Syd) Carmy takes Syd's lead rather than Claire's AGAIN not just by being vulnerable but rejecting her take on his fear because she doesn't know him, (just seen glimpses 4x3 Scallop). Claire suggests the opposite of chaos is peace, but it's not - its consistency which Syd is the literal definition of (have a lot to say about this but need to organize my thoughts and then refresh myself on the great meta that's already been said by my fellow tumblerinas on this season and in the past). In the vein that the opposite of love is not hate it's indifference...are you with me? It's okay if not haha *returns to red string board.*

In fact Sydney reframes chaos as mess and dysfunction in 4x1 (because thoughtful chaos is a whole other percolating rant that is at the heart of this show, the key to the menu and the restaurant and what finally needs to be embraced for everything to click). Also perhaps the best way to frame Carmy's thoughts here are literally what he says right after Syd says he doesn't need the dysfunction in 4x1 Groundhogs:

Carmy: I don't like dysfunction.

Syd: What do you like?

Carmy: *stares at Syd* This.

He doesn't like mess or dysfunction. He doesn't like Claire. He likes Syd.

What makes Carmy standing on Syd's side, choosing her more significant is that Claire is a bully. And Carmy's been bullied his whole life - we can only imagine dynamic with dad, we know what went down with Donna, then there's the Richie and Mikey of it all who love him but yikes - the three of them's interactions in Fishes for example are ick, especially during the Claire discussion (foreshadowing). Not to mention the fact he was a short kid with a stutter rendering him scared to speak half the time (1x8 Braciole). And sadly that made Carm somewhat of a bully himself for a minute when somebody new came into the restaurant to stage, I looked at them like they were competition like I'm gonna smoke this motherfucker (again 1x8). Real quick bully Claire recap (and ofc I'm not excusing Carm - Claire is a bully but Carm made these choices, he's at fault at the end of the day)

Ignored fake number

Forced 30+ year old man she knows is a traumatized introvert to a high school vibes party of randos because she gave him a ride and he owes her.

Making him sit under the table with her - a friend who's a girl when he's already done this with his actual girlfriend in 2x9. At least she cops to this afterwards in 4x7.

Claire: I really, uh, forced you to participate.

Carmy: Kind of.

But here, once again, Carmy chooses Syd who is his best, biggest (arguably) only true choice.

Carmy: I don't know. What's...what's like the opposite of chaos?

(sincere question he's asking and has been wrestling with since forever but specifically after Syd says he doesn't need mess or dysfunction and would be better without it in 4x1)

Claire: Peace.

Carmy. (immediately, zero hesitation) Right. Math then. I think it would be math.

Humor:

Rejecting Claire for math expeditiously is inherently humorous. And I think in addition to truly rejecting her analysis of him, (again she's only seen glimpses), Carmy's telling an inside joke to Syd. Everyone, including Claire, laughs. It's an open secret, a well known joke he's bad at math. Claire could see how bad he was at math with him in crunching the numbers for the reno in S2 (and hell let's throw it back to their shared algebra class Claire very much remembers being seated behind him for that Carm does not 2x5 Pop). We know Richie, Marcus, and Nat already know given his pizza box math struggle of 2x1 Beef, debt clock discussion of 4x1 Groundhogs, etc. But the most recent discussion he had about math was with Syd about hypothetical apples and literal fennel in 4x2 Soubise (blood orange sub fennel allergy) so he's directly speaking to her when he sides with math.

Syd: You're very bad at math.

And she laughs with everyone else but then she makes a choice to make a joke on his behalf not at it to show she's laughing with Carmy and not at him. Syd punches up when it feels Claire punches down or at least her attempts to tease either come across as bullying or flat. She jokes to Eva that's Carmy's *really* scared and mocks him later before dancing that she's surprised he didn't say he's afraid of refrigerators (giving a lot of annoying Richie digs in S3 and S4 until they make up at the end + Claire's weird glee at Richie's white lie to Frank - bully behavior and you and Tiff are friends but you're like undermining her new husband for trying to sincerely bond with his new stepdaughter, the same stepdaughter you're imploring to open up to you...?). Meanwhile Syd holds Carm accountable (you're shutting down 4x1, when you take your past out at me and the restaurant that's not okay 4x10), but this is not something he needs to atone for. Him sucking at math is not another example of why he thinks he's toxic and why he needs to remove himself (as Carmy explains his decision to leave to Syd in 4x10). Being bad at math is not a mistake he needs to rectify like apologizing to people. Syd ends the discussion by teasing in the background:

Syd: Math's also afraid of you.

Like yeah this man sucks at math but I don't (COGS queen since extra credit in S1) so that's a CP (manageable, not a deal breaker - you're not a dealbreaker) so fuck math (and brunch) we have other fish lamb to fry and we're gonna figure it out. In the meantime all we can do is laugh, like Syd does after Richie asks how the fuck they are going to keep The Bear open in 4x10. And Carmy repeatedly assures we're gonna figure it out.

In Summation

We close the season in 4x10 with Syd standing face to face with Carmy having the most in depth, honest conversation yet = Vulnerability

Transition to Richie coming out as an adversary in the most physical and emotional way when they lock heads. Syd physically and verbally intervenes for Richie to stop. Then we get to the longer standing, deeper resentment:

Richie: I felt like you resented me.

Carmy: I did.

Richie: Why?

Carmy: Because you were like inside my family. Like you, you really knew my family. You got to spend time with him. And you really knew him, you know?

During this conversation, repeatedly Syd is shot over Carmy's shoulder and her standing behind him being on his side emotionally and physically being on his side of frame = Choosing Your Partner

And then it ends with them side by side as Nat hugs Carm after Syd manages to crack a small joke at the end = Humor

Syd: Um...he's leaving. He's leaving the restaurant. All restaurants, I think?

Like this is her coming to terms with him leaving the mess (Claire), the dysfunction (the past) but not her. And her not leaving either.

Carmy: We're going to figure it out. We are.

#the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear meta #sydcarmy #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #syd adamu #carmy x syd #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #the bear season 4 #the bear season 1 #the bear season 2 #the bear season 3

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porcupine-girl · 3 days ago

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Would you like a gift?

For the second year, I'm participating in Battleship - a 2-3-week long fic exchange game where teams try to create fanworks to clear boards full of several hundred tags! Last year we generated over 2,000 fanworks (fic, art, and podfics), and this year we have more tags so there will probably be more fanworks!

Since Battleship is in the spirit of an exchange, every fanwork created has to be a gift for someone in response to a prompt they've left. Which means we need literally thousands of prompts to make sure anytime someone goes "ok I need to write a fic that features either Arranged Marriage or Fake Relationship AND either Grief/Mourning or Haunted Architecture" (yes all four are tags this year), they can find a prompt to fill using those tags.

Leaving prompts doesn't guarantee you'll get a gift, but the odds are definitely with you.

How do I leave prompts?

Go to the Battleship 2025 prompt collection and click "Sign Up" - don't worry, you're not actually signing up to play. Signups are closed, so you can ignore anything in the instructions about signing up. You're just here to leave prompts.

DO read the instructions, though! There are some things that can cause your prompt to get thrown out. The ones that are most likely to trip you up are:

Do NOT click that you want the prompt to be semi-anonymous. If you don't want your AO3 name listed on the prompt, you'll have to make a sockpuppet account.

Do NOT put any tags other than the ones in the collection's tagset in any of the fields!

DO make sure your account can receive gifts! (Preferences -> Collections, Challenges, and Gifts -> make sure "allow anyone to gift me works" is checked)

DO write something in the Optional Details section, even if it's just "I don't have any DNWs" (are you sure you don't have any DNWs?)

If the fandom and/or relationship you want isn't in the tagset yet (over 1000 fandoms already are, so check first!), you can nominate them at that tagset link - note that there are also pretty specific formatting rules for those, and tags will be rejected if you don't format them correctly. You'll probably have to wait a few hours for a mod to approve them before you can prompt with them.

For each prompt you'll need to specify:

A fandom that is in the tagset (gifter will have to work within this fandom)

1-20 characters or pairings that are in the tagset (gifter will have to include at least one of these)

0-4 archive warnings (only check off ones you DO want, but the gifter isn't required to include them even if you opt in)

1-3 mediums (fic, art, podfic) that you're willing to receive (these are listed as characters, ignore that)

1-576 Freeform tags from the tagset (gifter will have to include at least one - see notes under cut for more details on these)

A list of things you Do Not Want (if you've never made a DNW list, see details under the cut) (your gifter is NOT allowed to include any of these)

A list of things you do want, whether specific prompts or just vibes (you're not required to provide this but it's recommended; your gifter is not required to include these, but most will try their best)

Let me know if you have any questions! If I don't know the answer, I'll ask around for you.

A few other notes to keep in mind under the cut:

If you check off an archive warning, you are opting IN to receiving that warning (though your gifter isn't required to include it). However, even if you don't check one you could still receive it unless you list it as a Do Not Want (DNW).

There are 576 Freeform tags to choose from (the first 20 can go in Additional Tags, the rest in Optional Tags, these fields are treated as the same). You have to choose at least one, but can put as many as you want. Much like warnings, even if you don't list a tag, you might get it unless you DNW it, so it's a good idea to go through the list and compile a DNW Tags list.

Luckily the mods have set up a spreadsheet here to make all this easier - just check off tags and it will create a magic list for you to copy and paste, whether into the tag fields or for a DNW list!

Your gifter will be required to use at least one relationship and one freeform that you've selected - but be aware that they can choose ANY relationship + ANY freeform, so if there are, for example, some kinks you like with ship A but not ship B, you'll want to make separate prompts so you can choose different freeforms for the two ships.

All DNWs (whether warnings, freeform tags, or just other things you Do Not Want) must be listed in the Optional Details box for every prompt. Many times your gifter will not even see your other prompts, so don't expect them to read what's on another prompt. Just copy and paste that shit. Be as specific as possible - just saying "no kinks" will leave potential gifters wondering what you think is kinky. Don't worry about your list being too long, as long as you don't DNW anything that you chose in your tags (like a brother/sister pairing + DNW incest).

Do NOT explain why you don't want your DNWs - that's your business, and sometimes it can sound judgmental even if you don't mean to be (hopefully I don't have to tell you not to intentionally write anything judgmental, but: don't). Just list what you don't want, and gifters will avoid it without questioning why you don't want it, whether it's scat/watersports or Modern AUs or a specific character.

Note that if you choose an individual character, gifters are allowed to put that character in a pairing, so DNW any pairings you don't want them in (or you can just say "DNW Mr X in any romantic/sexual pairing")

You can (and should) also put things you like, either generally or for that fandom/ship, as well as specific prompts, in the Optional Details box, but these are optional, both for you and the gifter. The gifter only has to hit one relationship and one freeform (though most will do their best to make a gift you'll like).

You can submit up to 50 prompts per AO3 account.

Prompting will stay open throughout the event (which starts July 12 and ends 2-3 weeks later), so don't feel like you have to submit all your prompts at once!

If you do get a gift, be sure to leave a nice comment! ♥️

#fandom life #battleship 2025 #gonna tag some fandoms I hope to see prompts from #omgcp #destiel #zimbits #for all mankind #the untamed #sleuth of the ming dynasty #babysitters club #fawx & stallion #love game in eastern fantasy #sherlock & co #these are all in the tagset btw!

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ritogysunshine · 3 days ago

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my thoughts on the f1 movie!

(⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS⚠️)

watched it with @sleepdeprivedline hahsajsh ily bae

i'll go through what i think is important and the.. um... interesting parts :)

part 1: the plot

. the plot overall is... okay.. but unrealistic. more on that later.

. it's about an f1 team (expensify apex gp f1 team) who haven't scored points for the past 2.5 years and they will get 'removed' off the grid if they don't score points by the end of the year

. the movie starts of with sonny hayes (brad pitt) who takes part in daytona and brings his team from 7th to victory

. he then gets invited to drive for the shitty f1 team by its team principal and agrees

. he and his teammate (joshua pearce) have intense fights but eventually he wins a race with the team in the last race of the season (predictably)

. the movie ends with him joining the baja 1000

. i genuinely don't know what to think of this plot... its quite predictable and i already knew what would happen at the end the moment the main plot was established

part 2: characters (the important ones)

. sonny hayes played by brad pitt: a cocky character who is a 'trust the process' type of guy. wasn't a big fan of his character, or the actor. he was kind of funny though

. joshua pearce played by damson idris: again, a cocky character who wants to do his best for the team or else he'll get replaced by someone else

. kerry condon played by kate mckenna: works in aerodynamics for apex gp f1 team and erm.. falls in love with sonny hayes?? the love plot in this movie is so rushed, also more on that later.

. ruben cervantes played by javier bardem: a failing team principal who asks sonny to drive for his team (apex gp). he's alright i guess. isn't as relevant as other characters

. and of course, the drivers, played by themselves: 10/10 acting, loved it, awesome, spiffing, gripping, best part of the film

part 3: the bits and bobs i liked:

. the adrenaline in this movie is incredible. even though i knew most of the time what was going to happen, i felt gripped and looking forward to seeing what happens anyway!

. the music is great too. just a shame they had to play messy by ROSÉ while sonny and kerry were making out. just keep watching is the perfect song for this kind of movie!

. the drivers. i loved seeing them in the movie and it was a great touch. i wish they'd included them a bit more!

. there are some genuinely really good things about this movie, but i won't spoil any more of it!

. it overall has a great meaning and allows you to enjoy the adrenaline of f1 while learning important lessons, such as patience and resilience!

part 4: the bits and bobs i didn't like:

. the plot is so unrealistic. it became hilarious after a while, actually. some of the strategies (that i won't spoil) are so awfully unrealistic that it made me question what i really knew about this sport

. the CRINGE. the whole 'plan c for chaos' shebang was so cringeworthy i was squirming in my seat whenever they spoke about it. i get that they wanted to show determination, but that was not the way to show it. next!

. the joshua pearce crash. let's just say he touches a kerb in the rain at monza and he flies at a height that is so high it probably went higher then my house. see what i mean by unrealistic? and the worse thing is that pearce only gets burnt in his hands and recovers in 3 weeks. other than that, not a scratch. this was jaw-clenchingly hand-grippingly confusing and funny, even.

. the love plot. oh my god this was so rushed it was like watching the worst romance show ever, on 10x speed. it goes from them being g awkward friends to making out and sleeping together and then making out, with no context or warning or anything. it felt... uncomfortable.

. when sonny is testing for the f1 team, he crashes the car across the line and completely destroys it but is 0.005 seconds quicker than pearce. this made me physically roll my eyes.

. there is probably more that i could say, but i don't want to spoil the entire movie for y'all.

overall...?

. this movie is a 6 or 7 out of 10. just because something is bad, doesn't mean i don't like it. but there is so much in this love that was unnecessary and so much that they could've done.

. if you really want to watch it, then depending on you're taste, you can see if you like it or not. i think it's an okay movie, with good or cringe scenes every now and then, but what movie doesn't have any of that now, in the big '25?

. don't feel bad for going to watch it, just enjoy the movie and the sport you love!

rit xx

remember, this is just an opinion <3

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kings-highway · 3 days ago

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I don't tend to talk a lot about my sexuality headcanons because I like to adjust things as I need for each story, but in honour of the end of pride month and the fact that I put off doing this for 30 full June days, I do want to talk about some of my favourite lgbt related headcanons for my HQ boys. A lot of these are "real" headcanons of mine (as in, stuff I actually write as a part of their character rather than just theoretically interesting asides) so you might recognize these if you've read my work!

This isn't going to be every character, just ones I have strong or specific takes on.

Starting off strong, I love Daichi being a completely unlabeled king. To decide on a label requires .05% introspection and by god he is not going to do that. I think his perspective on it is very "only what's in front of me matters" so when he feels attraction to a man for the first time he doesnt think this means he's attracted to ALL men, just this one. And in reverse, although he feels attraction to women, he doesn't think at any point his current attraction to women will stop him from falling in love with any non-women, so it never occurs to him that his feelings of attraction could even point to any one label because literally what does today have to do with tomorrow? He's just here. Asahi tries to suggest pansexual as a label when he tries to explain how he's simply open to whatever his heart wants and he gets mad because "i said ANY person not ALL people" and Asahi's like WHAT does that MEAN. All that being said, I think Daichi never considers himself queer/lgbt. Dude could be in a committed monogamous relationship with another man for ten years and when Suga suggests they go to a pride festival he's like "???for what???" All in all I think he's allergic to labels on his sexuality.

Related note, Asahi being asexual. I don't think Asahi is sex-repulsed at all, and later in life I think he definitely would enjoy being sexually active with a partner, but definitely when it comes to self identification, he simply does not feel attraction towards any gender. I also think he doesn't really crave physical intimacy even non-sexually, and he'd much rather talk through his feelings with someone rather than have them hug him to try and comfort him, so he really struggles to understand the kissing-sex thing even just from a theoretical pov. (Like why would you pick that over like a nice long heart-to-heart???) However I think this has to be coupled with like a panromantic attraction to all genders which makes him have a really hard time identifying what he actually wants and what will make him happy because there's a very uniform experience across people, which for someone so anxious already doesnt help him identify his own feelings at all. He probably very much struggles to relate to his classmates as they get excited for dating because even though he likes the idea of dating everyone always talks about dating as kissing and physical intimacy (because they're all like 17) and Asahi's like "sure, sure, sure, yeah, totally sure yeah" while just being fully checked out of the conversation

Ushijima! I fully believe that Ushijima is 100% gay, with no flexibility, but I also think he most identifies his own feelings via the negative, so he knows he doesn't experience sexual attraction towards women and mostly identifies via that, rather than acknowledging that he does feel attraction to men. I really like him answering questions this way, where if someone is asking about girls/his love life, he often replies with "I don't feel inclined towards women," or "I have no interest in finding a girlfriend/wife" which is, in his mind, the most true statement in regards to his sexuality. He almost NEVER out loud says anything about liking men or feeling attracted to men even though his crush/dating history is exclusively male. However, on the few occasions someone does directly ask him something like "so you're gay?" he will absolutely say yes. Like he is aware of what his feelings classify him as he just doesn't leap to those descriptors himself. I think part of the reason for this is that he's not really attracted to femininity in general, and he knows that femininity is not exclusive to women and that some men are not his type, so there's a part of his brain that thinks saying something like "I'm attracted to men" indicates ALL men (its that black and white autism brain clicking into gear) and that's simply not true, but saying he's not interested in women IS true in black and white autism land.

I don't have a fully formed thought on this one, but Tendou's gender is probably a little broken, right? I actually do think he still identifies as male, but I think if he had been born afab, he'd have been perfectly comfortable being a woman and identified as such. So maybe he's lightly agender but socially comfortable with being a man so he doesn't really bother with it. I do however think he doesn't "get" the whole gender thing. He probably thinks he's enlightened or something because he's so above being bothered by it all and he simply doesn't realize that's because he's agender and everyone else actually does feel a real connection to their gender they're not just making it up. This whole headcanon is mostly in service of that fact that I think Tendou with his sort of conventionally unattractive features would absolutely rock gender non-conforming fashion. Like put him in a long skirt and combat boots please. I don't think he has an ounce of femininity in him but there's something about the spiky red hair and monster gaze that goes so well with like... Female-tilted alt fashion. And I think he would dig that. And then get mad when people point out he's wearing women's clothes because "ugh literally why does anyone care about gender you're all so weird." (Proceeds to do zero self reflection). He just does what he wants.

This isn't a real headcanon of mine but I heavily support a FtM trans Kenma based solely on his calico cat mascot. He's based on a calico, guys, its right there!

Aromantic Kuroo. (+QPR KuroKen) I don't use this as much as I could, because it's a lot of emotional character work that I dont often want to bother with in unrelated stories, but AroAce Kuroo has become so near and dear to my heart. He wants so badly to spend his whole life monogamous with Kenma but every time he thinks about starting a romantic relationship with him he feels sick because he doesn't actually want to share space and kiss and have to sleep in the same bed all the time. I think it's sex-positive asexual but borderline romance-repulsed aromantic. He just wants to live his life, and he does see Kenma as his highest priority and life partner in the most true sense of the word "partner". He still gets unreasonably jealous if Kenma has any other love interests but thats because allonormativity threatens to take away his soulmate every day. I don't use this headcanon very often, but more and more I do think it fits his character. A really solitary, independent and self possessed person who simply cannot comprehend why anyone needs a lover to feel fulfilled. Kenma meanwhile absolutely would love a life partner that does not require him to leave the house for dates or do any kind of performative relationship shit. His twitch stream being like "oh my god kodzuken are you dating anyone???" And Kenma just replying with "not legally" is actually really fucking good.

Okay so I only did 5 characters but im lazy and dont wanna keep writing so imma click post now k thx bai

#haikyuu headcanons #post pride month gay shit alert

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quinloki · 3 days ago

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Birthday Request Event v 2025

Reader Style: gn/afab Character: Marco/Shanks Vibe: Dub-con Rating: NSFW Ending Style: Ambiguous Prompt: Saved from yan by yan Gift Giver: @nocturnalrorobin

Summary: When a yandere emperor saves you from your yandere commander, the real twist is who is actually yandere for whom.

Content Notes: dubcon, sex, kidnapping, mentions of free use, 18+ minors dni

The throb of Marco’s cock buried in your cunt makes you cum whether you want to or not. You don’t hold back the sweet cry, knowing that it’s better to keep his mood up, and let yourself sink into the deep post-orgasm kisses that follow.

You’d been in Marco’s birdcage for so long it almost didn’t feel like a cage anymore. You were comfortable in the lavish space he’d made for you, and you didn’t even long for the outdoors enough to ask to go out. He would still take you, making sure you got exercise that was more than twice-daily sex, and exposure to light that was just as good for you as his flames.

You move with him while he gets you cleaned up, doing the domestic dance of pretending to enjoy a life you’ve come to accept. Marco’s devotion is intense, and there was nothing you could do to stand against it. You weren’t unhappy, but you hadn’t chosen this life, so there was always a slight bitter feeling at the edges of your heart.

His crew mates would come visit, staying for a meal, and sometimes partaking of you as dessert when Marco allowed. Some of his… friends… would come visit as well, but while Marco never sent them away, he didn’t share you the same way. Not even with the red-head. He was unique among Marco’s visitors, as your husband was always on edge when Shanks came around. You weren’t entirely sure which one of them was stronger, and you thought that Marco didn’t want to test that answer either.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t question it when Shanks appeared at your window in the small hours of the morning. You’d gotten up to stretch, since you didn’t sleep much during the night. Marco went out to the island and did doctor things during the day, and there wasn’t much to do so you tended to nap a lot. The cool quiet night was more comfortable to you than the bright day anyway, but maybe it was also because the few fleeting hours that Marco slept were the only moments you got away from him.

Shanks puts a finger to his lips as he soundlessly opens the window. You were certain they had been locked, old, and creaky, but there wasn’t a sound to be had.

It almost feels like it’s someone else that accepts the hand reaching out to you, an odd jolt going through you at the touch of your fingers against his calloused palm. It was the first contact with someone else that you had initiated.

Once he had your hand you were moving at such a speed it was dizzying. You clung to the man who seemed to fly faster without wings than even Marco could. It seemed to barely take him a dozen steps to clear the island and end up on his own ship. The vessel was beyond the horizon before the sun even rose.

You understood, as you sat at a table with people you didn’t know, eating a hearty breakfast that was likely to put you to sleep after the adrenaline of it all, that you had effectively been kidnapped. The Red Force, with its raucous crew and lively atmosphere, was just a bigger bird cage.

Shanks keeps his distance at first, much like how Marco did at the beginning. Giving you the illusion of space on a ship you can’t leave, in a vast ocean with no islands in sight. He sits close by and looks at you with desire in his eyes while you eat, and you remember the flutter in your stomach when Marco had done the same. The way your cheeks flushed when you spied his attention on you.

Maybe if you willingly dance the dance this time you’ll be more free than you had been.

Or at least you’ll choose the bars you dwell behind.

“Is it even a choice if no one has the key?” You muse to the open ocean air.

“What was that?” Shanks questions and you shake your head.

“Nothing,” you say with a smile, turning toward him. “Are you going to keep me at sea until I answer your question?”

“Mm?” Shanks’ eyes go wide before he laughs. The first day you’d come aboard his ship he had asked if you wanted to join him, or disembark at an island far from Sphinx. You had asked for time to consider your options. “Nah, nah,” he waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head.

“The moment we make landfall, Marco will know which way we went.” He explains, giving you that easy and reassuring smile. It’s nearly as disarming as Marco’s was. “Sadly an Emperor cannot make port without also making waves.”

“Do you fear Marco, then?” Your body language and your tone are curious, and you’re glad that Shanks doesn’t seem offended by the question.

“Do you?” He returns, and you nod.

“Much as anyone who isn’t strong would.” You admit honestly, looking pointedly at him.

“I can protect you.” Shanks offers, voice soft, smile warm.

“And if I took someone else’s hand through a window one morning?” You shift nearer to him, the shift of your hips coming up to meet his hand.

“Are you asking me to keep you somewhere with no windows?” He questions bemusedly.

“I’m saying don’t protect me so much I crave adventure.” You answer honestly, his hand flexing against your hip. Your eyes shift from his hand to his eyes and you offer up a smile. “Any island you leave me on, Marco will find me. With you I can see so much more.”

Acceptance of Shanks was acceptance of your place with him. Hungry as even Marco had been, it was barely a couple hours after dinner and you were in his room, melting into the wickedly soft touch.

Maybe it was his amicable nature, how loud his joy was comparatively, but you wanted to buy into the fantasy. You wanted to believe that the bars of your cage were just the leftover illusions of your time with Marco. Was it harder to believe because you weren’t wholly unhappy?

Or was the feeling settling in your stomach a hint of dread? That maybe you preferred a cage and all the security that came with it. Especially when you could be indulged by such powerful people without fear for your life.

“Will you ride me?” Shanks questions, laying back on the bed. “Take the place you want yourself.”

You can’t help the sardonic grin on your lips. “Prove I’m doing this willingly?” You muse, fingers dancing around his shaft.

Shanks’ only response is a wide grin as you straddle him, taking your hand with his and keeping you steady. You wonder if there are perks for stroking his ego, but as quickly as you consider the idea you dismiss it. Marco saw through falsehoods with ease, Shanks was no different.

The next second is dizzying. The door bursts open and Shanks moves you and him with such speed and ease you almost feel sick from it. Clinging to him for stability you can feel a heavy tension in the room. You’re both naked, and you’re still straddling his lap, leaning against his chest.

“You found us faster than I expected.” Shanks says, in a tone that’s light and deadly at the same time.

You turn to regard the frigid silence, and the fierce look on Marco’s face terrifies you. It’s impossible to know if he’s angry with you, or simply livid you were taken from him.

“Aww, don’t scare them like that,” Shanks berates. “You’re pretty bird is precious to me, sure, but they’re just the bait in this situation, don’t be mad at them.”

Marco stiffens. Shanks’ crew is at his back. In his rage he hadn’t noticed them, in his hubris he hadn’t cared.

“Come on, old friend,” Shanks says, his voice far warmer than it had been toward you, even as he nuzzled his cheek against your hair. “All this time I’ve wanted you, but I never intended to take your precious darling away from you. Come join us, and show me how you make this beautiful bird sing.”

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2025 #a very yandere birthday #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #yandere #18+ minors dni #nocturnalrorobin #marco the phoenix #red hair shanks #akagami no shanks

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docholligay · 1 year ago

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Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

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xenosagaepisodeone · 6 days ago

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youtube recommended me an hour long video where someone rants about the decline of build a bear as a brand and I decided to watch maybe 15 minutes or so not for any insight, but instead as a form of people watching. what kind of life would an adult my age lead to feel that kind of consumer betrayal? not because build a bear is cringe but because build a bear is expensive. ridiculously expensive. the only time in my life where i walked into a build a bear and did not immediately walk out was when my old-old ex took me there for my 18th birthday and got me a twilight sparkle plush because we were looking at the cost of these custom bears and their clothes and going "holy fuck whaaaaat". a build a bear ride or die is built very different from me.

you probably deduced from the thumbnail (as well as from the nature of these consumer grievance type videos) that the thing this person has an issue with is the overall modern day "aesthetic". the store has downsized considerably in the last decade and resembles a regular toy store moreso than its older workshop-like setup. at one point she near-tearily mulls over how many malls only have a "dinky little kiosk" instead of an actual location. she hates the fluorescent lights and minimalist style shelves. she doesn't get why things that were once painted surfaces are now interactable screens. she gushes over the things she loved about the old store as if she's seeing it all for the first time in between talking extensively about her personal relationship to certain accessories and plush types. she hates that so many of the plushies are just licensed characters now. she misses the experience of being in the store as a child. she misses the bears from her childhood that she regretfully gave away. she doesn't like that these things that meant so much to her are going away and that she doesn't know how to get them back. at one point, she mentions that she tried to go back to the store a few years ago and (pausing repeatedly as if hovering above some kind of inscrutable alien truth) that buying a bear and paying $30+ for clothes "just wasn't...fun?" but immediately combats the instinct to investigate these feelings by arguing that this is the store's fault for not being fun. that build a bear is failing because it is not more accommodating to adults.

with any other youtuber who was confounded by the fact that novelty things from their childhood did not survive the forces of the market 15+ years later (and had to shuffle around its brand aesthetics to see what would maybe make investors happy while also minimizing cost) I would probably have just stopped watching at the 15 minute mark, but I found myself fascinated by this humorism powered hydraulic performance. she simmers in nostalgia happily, reliving her memories with every image of old build a bear she superimposes over the screen, before snapping into a state of sadness and confusion once the image has been taken away. it takes about 25 minutes in for her to start verbalizing her frustration towards all modern day toy aesthetics. "why did they do this? what makes them do this? why does everything look like this now? I don't understand" she's less asking a question and more unable to reconcile that a part of her life which once possessed tangibility no longer exists, and the transactional nature of her relationship with build a bear is what specifically makes her unable to make peace with this. she cannot accept that she cannot buy back this time that was lost because her time as a child in build a bear was something that she purchased in the first place. the experience is tied so much to build a bear as an enterprise and transaction that to simply separate what she liked about it and pursue something that resembles that is inconceivable, and instead that the only choice is to. retvrn to build a bear.

#I watched 28 minutes

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ohnoitstbskyen · 3 months ago

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Ok so I’ve had this question for a while and I feel like you’ll be able to give me a good answer. I understand that we’re absolutely not supposed to support anything JKR does monetarily and I never intend to do so. However is engaging with Harry Potter media *at all* also something I should not do or is it only things that give her money?

Like, would there be anything wrong with me playing Hogwarts Legacy if I pirated it? Is fanfiction and fan art ok to consume? Or is engaging with the IP at all going to be harmful in a way that I don’t see atm?

Thank you for your time!

I don't really think a cis person is the right person to ask about this, but I also know that trans people are sick to death of having to field these questions so I'll do my best to answer this, if everyone who reads my answer will promise me that you will NOT use anything I say in this post as an annoying argument against a trans person who has a different opinion on the matter. Remember whose opinions are actually important here.

And look, number one, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Nobody can stop you. If you, in yourself, in your soul, feel morally comfortable consuming Harry Potter by some convoluted method of Ethical Consumption™, then go and do that, and own it, and have the strength to be judged for your decisions.

Trans people might not trust you - hell, I'll probably not trust you either. They might get angry at you, and criticize you, or roll their eyes and call you a fucking loser. If you have the moral conviction that what you are doing is right, and that you are acting in accordance with your beliefs and you are not doing harm, then stand by that conviction and face the consequences. Have that strength of character.

But if you feel the need to go around posting and arguing that it's unfair, that you shouldn't be judged, that you should get to be a special exception and people are unreasonable when they get mad at you... then that is evidence, proof positive, that you are a fucking loser. That you are cowardly, and you don't actually believe that what you are doing is right, you just want the world to affirm your fragile ego while you enjoy your little treats.

To be clear, I am not accusing you of doing this (you seem to just earnestly be asking for guidance), but there's a hell of a lot of people who do do this, and you don't want to be one of them.

So that's number one. Do whatever the fuck you want, and face the consequences with a spine.

Number two is... just fucking drop it. That is my earnest advice to you. Just fucking drop Harry Potter. They are children's books from the early 2000s, they just are not that fucking good or important. The Hogwarts Legacy game is live service slop; the movies are passable at best and their quality comes from the actors being better than the source material. Just drop it. Harry Potter has nothing to offer that you can't get elsewhere from better media with better authors, or problematic authors who have good grace to at least be dead.

Don't waste your life thinking about complicated ways to circumvent the moral problem of JK Rowling's rancid transphobic hate-aura at the center of the franchise, don't waste your finite time on Earth trying to thread that stupid needle. Harry Potter isn't worth this. Rowling is old, and shriveling from hate and mold fumes, at the very least just wait for her to fucking die, and for her political project to fail, before you pick that world back up again.

I speak as someone who read the first book at age 11, hyperfixated on relating to Harry, and whose entire cultural life was consumed by the franchise for over a decade. It is not worth it. You don't need it, you don't need the stress of trying to navigate how or whether to engage with it ethically. You almost certainly have an enormous backlog of other books, games, movies and TV shows you've been meaning to get around to, so just go do that instead. I promise you it will be infinitely more rewarding, and infinitely less compromised by stress and guilt and cognitive dissonance.

And while you're at it, send some money to a trans charity and go scream invectives at a transphobic politician some time.

#tb answers #whumpcollector #harry potter #hogwarts legacy

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digitald0rk · 4 months ago

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — nerding out with your beloved bf :3

warnings — slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!

w.c — 1.5 k.

a/n — THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3

taglist — @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 1 ] HERE.

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.

when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.

if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his precious angel <3

“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(

if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.

you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.

“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.

“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.

but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p

on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.

do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.

“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”

“baby i think that's an eight year old.”

“still, cecil has more drip.”

gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.

he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D

minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

will get sad if an animal dies :(

has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.

“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.

and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.

“you two-”

“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.

also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!

asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.

he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.

he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.

he would also love to cosplay with you!

bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.

and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.

matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!

and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.

and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.

“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”

you're bother super annoying <3

sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.

you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.

“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.

you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3

no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.

rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?

as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”

“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.

you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.

he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.

he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.

you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.

he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.

he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.

reward him with kisses and he'll melt.

he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.

he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.

he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.

when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.

but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.

you and only you.

you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"

if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[

"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-

“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.

“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.

he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”

“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.

he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”

he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.

hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.

his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.

you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0

“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.

but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.

and oh boy was he right :3

#ㅤㅤ✶ㅤ digitald0rk's library !#WHY DOES TUMBLR ALLOW ONLY TEN PHOTOS :((((#invincible #mark grayson #invincible x reader #invincible x you #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x you #invincible fanfic #invincible fluff #mark grayson fanfic

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psin314 · 3 months ago

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Honestly, I love Murat so much, like my god, if he were a romanceable character, I would 100% choose him without thinking twice, I would want to take care of him and give him lots of delicious food, say lots of compliments to him and I would marry him so badly (IM BEING FOR REAL OKAY,,,) :}c

anywaay, What do you think his route would be like? 👉👈

• 🐢 anon

so!! a really big post ahead.

i was thinking about npc murat for a while actually. (i wanted him to romance lucanis in my other rook's playthrough. x)) so i will talk a little about this version and much more about his companion version. enjoy! (everything's under the cut. there's even pictures!!)

(don't ask about plaideweave lucanis please it's the only proper screenshot i had and i was very lazy to open the game to make a new one...)

npc murat

- murat is a temporary, location exclusive companion / npc. he can be taken on some missions in treviso that are related to the antaam. in some, he goes fourth, bringing the company to the task point, in others - he takes a place in the squad. the rest of the time, he can be found in the cantori diamond, and you can talk with him about: him, the crows and the qunari.

- murat also kills the antaam squad in this au, but doesn't interfere much with the plans of the crows. he just gets a reprimand from viago, about which he doesn’t care at all.

- viago's old friend and teia's best friend. a qunari specialist. he knows a lot about the qun, vashoths and, naturally, knows how to fight them.

- first meeting: after you rescued lucanis from prison and took some kind of treviso quest from viago, a man stops you on the way out. it turns out to be murat, who wants to join you. you have to refuse him, because you already have the crow, but you can accept his help. in this case, he is very happy and will appear in the following quests. or refuse, in this case, he will not be present in the quests with the antaam and some quest moments will be missed due to the absence of murat.

- a non romanced lucanis will romance murat (of course) if you don’t save treviso. murat, together with lucanis, tried to protect the city from the dragon and in the process he saved lucanis, shielding him from idk what enemy. the blow hit his back and tore his coat and jacket. the wound is not deep, but a scar remained across his entire back. while lucanis was away from the lighthouse, he became close to murat. by act 3 there will be a moment where you catch lucanis trying to escape through the eluvian in the lighthouse. you think it’s spite, but it turned out to be lucanis, with some kind of package in his hand, very similar to a gift for someone. from him in the dialogue you can find out that he is going on a date.

companion murat

- the first meeting with him is the same, but this time you can recruit him.

- where he lives in the lighthouse: an attic appears above the dining room and he lives there. you can climb up there by the ladder. at first the attic is all in dust, wooden boxes and planks. murat sleeps on a questionable bed like lucanis'. in the future the attic will be transformed. there will be a variety of crow symbols everywhere, melee weapons, armor, some herbs hanging from the ceiling, and a large soft carpet on the floor. the same bed. next to it is a nightstand with a bunch of mugs, blackened inside from tea.

- romance. (not like in datv. more like in dai. you can start a relationship with a character already in the middle of the game and kiss them whenever you want.) you just need to flirt with him. likes funny dialogue options.

personal scene 1 - before going to bed, you go into the kitchen and see murat rummaging through the shelves. he doesn't notice you. he finds a bottle of wine there and turns around. when he sees you, he immediately hides it behind him. murat mentioned earlier that he was an alcoholic for a very long time, so he doesn't drink anymore, and he shouldn't drink at all. you have the option of either telling him that it's bad, or allowing him to steal the bottle. the second option is not thought out, because it will affect the entire future story of the character, so for now without it. you take the bottle away. and then you either support him in a friendly way, or support him more uh intimately idk maybe hinting at sympathy. in response to this, murat only gets embarrassed and leaves. (or tell him that if you see him near alcohol again, you will kick his ass.)

personal scene 2 - an interrupted kiss, of course. constant flirting with murat and improving your relationship with him leads to this scene. murat offers you to spar together. you can refuse, agree to hand-to-hand combat or to use knives. in a fight with him, you can give in to him (murat will win and notice it), fight fair (50/50), fight unfair (murat will lose and notice your tricks. he will react positively) and fight with all your might (rook wins). in any case, murat ends up on top of you. either you slap him in the face in a friendly way so that he gets off you, or the romantic option - you reach for a kiss. murat doesn't mind, but you're interrupted by some companion and murat immediately gets up. after the scene, murat tells you that he wouldn't mind training with you sometime again. he doesn’t comment on the almost kiss.

personal quest - viago gives murat a letter. it turns out to be from his ex, layla. it indicates the meeting place. your goal is to kill her, since she betrayed the crows in the past and disappeared. and since she came back, you can't let her go. murat asks you to let him talk to her in person first, and then deal with her, since he had a past with her, you agree. the meeting place is in a quiet abandoned small port. you watch him from afar, from the balcony of an abandoned house, and hear only fragments of dialogue. after murat and layla's conversation, he turns around and just leaves. layla waves at you, apparently, she noticed you a long time ago. you can choose to go after layla or murat. if you choose layla, then when you go down to her she'll already disappear. so the choice is without a choice in particular. then you catch up with murat. he walks and then suddenly falls, grabbing the wall. you think he was poisoned, but coming closer, you see that he is just crying. well not just. he's having a full mental breakdown. you try to calm him down and lead him to the lighthouse, since he can't see where to go through his tears. he doesn't really want to go anywhere. he just wants to stay here and die. in the lighthouse, you calm him down in the attic. he talks about his past and how shitty his life is. there are also friendly options and romantic ones. (and the mean ones too, you can say that you don’t want to listen to him whining and that he should get his shit together and not cry because of his ex. murat agrees, but the relationship with him worsens.) romantic option - you also hint at your sympathy for him, something like "you deserve love. moreover, there is someone who can provide you with this love." murat understands you and kisses you softly. murat is now romanced.

after this, you can approach him for a portion of kisses. you can also break off the relationship.

eeewww sex - after a certain story quest, an exclamation mark appears above murat and you immediately run to him in the attic. first, he gives you a gift - a weapon depending on your class. and then he presses you against the beam and kisses you. you can push him away, ask him to just kiss you and nothing more, or allow him to do what he has in mind.

sex scene!! very beautiful and hot, believe me. he probably goes down on you. and there are wet noises and heavy breathing. the scene after - you are on the carpet, a druffalo wool blanket and pillows. very naked. here you can dump him, say that you just want to have sex without anything serious or talk about love. in the latter case, murat holds your hand in his, kisses it and says that he is ready to do anything for you. after that, in addition to kisses, you can also ask him for sex. murat won't refuse.

a romantic scene towards the end: murat takes you to his favorite place, one of the rooftops in treviso with a beautiful view. here he tells you a little about crows, again about his past + you can talk about your future together. plus he reads you poetry, but forgets a couple of lines. (here you can also break up with him.) then he comes to kiss you again. if you want, you can offer him sex on the roof. murat, as usual, won't refuse.

after the fade prison: murat comes to you and looks very exhausted. he doesn't cry, but his eyes are wet. he tells you that it was very difficult for him to live without you these couple of weeks and if it weren’t for the belief that you could still be saved, he would… he doesn’t finish the sentence and comes up to you, squeezing you in his arms. he whispers to you that he loves you so so much and can't live without you (maybe in antivan), and eventually a couple of tears come through. no sex. even if you suggest it, he will say that he can't do it after worrying for that long, but he will offer to be a weighted blanket for you.

the scene at the very end: he runs to you, happily hugs you and lifts you up into the air (he can lift you even if you are a big qunari, but not very high, and then adds that something clicked in his back, but it doesn't matter). he tells you that you finally dealt with this mess and no matter how much work you still have to do, he'll always be there for you. final kiss.

pics from the epilogue: 1-2 drawings with murat and rook. on both he will look lovingly at them, or he may kiss the back of their hand on one of them. the text will say something about that now you have a personal assassin who will help you deal with any problem. especially if this problem is alive and bothers you a lot.

- you can't romance him if you, crow rook, didn't choose treviso. in all other cases, romance is possible.

- if neither he nor lucanis are romanced, then yeah. (sorry neve...) you can find this out from their dialogues in the lighthouse or in the banters. plus there is a scene with them. you need something from lucanis very urgently and you burst into his pantry without knocking. lucanis is there, yes. but besides him there is also murat. on his knees. with his hands on lucanis's hips. you have 3 options - say OH and leave them alone. tease em a little, murat will answer you, and lucanis will simply cover his red face with both hands. or ask murat to leave, since you need to talk to lucanis. in the 3rd case, murat gets up, whispers something in lucanis's ear, he blushes and murat leaves the room.

- dialogues with companions in the lighthouse: 1 sometimes you can see how murat and luc talk in antivan with each other. rook asks if it is possible to repeat what they said for them but in common, because they heard their name in the dialogue. both crows answer you no. if rook is a crow too, then rook answers them in antivan. 2 discusses dragons and qunari with taash. 3 plays with manfred and tells you in disappointment that he doesn't understand why manfred keeps winning. 4 quarrels with davrin in a friendly manner, but it seems to you as if they are about to kill each other. he also talks like that with harding, but the insults are coming only from lace. 5 helps bellara to write her fanfictions. he has a lot of certain experience that will come in handy for writing certain scenes.

#asks #companion murat au #dragon age #datv #dragon age rook #murat de riva #my oc #lucanis dellamorte #rookanis #jesus christ now i want to romance him too lmao

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0alix0 · 8 months ago

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Rook's backgrounds make no sense or gatekeeping is good, actually

It's didn't sit well with me ever since bioware admitted that all 6 background for Rook can be played by any race you choose

Looking back at Origins it's clear why most of the backgrounds were race-specific. Not only it provided a better understanding of the separate cultures (you wouldn't really understand what dwarfs are about if you were able to play as a surface dwarf commoner) it also established the rules of the world (elves are opressed, you can't become a queen/king cuz the nobles will riot, humans colonize them and inforce their religion and rules on everyone, dwarfs are considered weird)

Now, looking at the veilguard, I can't help but ask:

How can a fully grown dalish with vallaslin be a crow? They buy slaves as a way to get more assassins, usually elves, children, so they could easier ruin their psyche. why the hell would a dalish stand for it?

How can a qunari be a Gray Warden? Wardens don't discriminate, sure, but this far, we haven't even heard of a qunari warden. Rook should be a legend, Rook should be questioned at actually being a warden by NPCs, OR sit in some Warden outpost and being studied by their mages, because no one actually knows how Blight and joining might work with Kossith body instead of running around with Varric.

Veiljumpers were organized by dalish, right? Then why in the world would a human be allowed to join? How and why did they change their minds to accept literally anyone, even if it's a potential threat/thief(Morrigan)/zealot/etc..?

How can a dwarf, someone who isn't even connected to the fade be a Veiljumper?

How can a dwarf be a part of the Mourn Watch? A Mortalitasi, an exclusively MAGE order? What can they even do?? Preform a non magical mummifications with herbs and salts like Egyptians did? Sweep the mausoleum? Be some sort of a funeral organizer/lawyer/genealogist? That could've been really interesting if only the game actually bothered to say anything about it. It did not

"Well it's up to your headcanons!" then why make the backgrounds in the first place??? They don't matter anyway!

I mean, obviously it was just a way to promote the game to older fans. Look, the backstories! The thing you've been craving for is back in game! Only they forgot what actually made them so great. The most important part. They mattered, they created a basis for my character. They gave them families, connections. They changed the way my character is perceived (elves in general) and what they can do plotwise (become a monarch/paragon).

I don't fucking care if 3-5 NPCs might have some additional dialogues for me, cuz they don't matter anyway. I don't even know these people, i never met them before, my character did, but I didn't. And now I don't care enough to know. like, i'm playing as a mourn watcher, but before going to Nevarra i barely knew anything about them, and what i know now is still rather surface level shit

Let alone the fact that all the backgrounds are practically the same. You pissed off some influencial people by doing good and was send away. Bravo.

........if this post gets one like I'm writing my own ideas for DA4 protagonist's backgrounds

#i'm one mental breakdown away from making a self indulgent visual novel to wipe this shit out of my memories #veilguard critical #dragon age #dav #veilguard spoilers #bioware critical

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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 11 months ago

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If you are up for it could write more Justice League x Assistant reader?

That scenario did things to me honestly, and I can't find anything similar 😭

Maybe reader calls in sick and the each JL member goes to check on them unanounced (reader never told them were they lived but of course they'd know *sideeyes batman*) which end up on all the members questioning and pointing at each other *cue spider man meme*, because why are you at my darling's- I mean our Assistant's house!

Reader kicks everyone out except the gourmet chef batman brought to cook reader some chicken soup.

A Day in Life: In Health and Sickness

Synopsis: A day in life were you, the Justice League's assistant, find out that sickness and a bunch of obsessed superheroes are just too much to bear all at once.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Alfred Pennyworth

Tw: Nonconsensual (not sexual) touching; A single mention of obscene acts; Kinda breaking and entering; Reader gets physically restrained; Kinda forced infantilization? But not really, just humiliation; Some members of the League might be out of character bc I don't know them well enough; I was sleepy while revising and editing this so I might fix any mistakes I didn’t see later; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,6k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Thank you so much for your compliments and the request!! Your suggestion really gave me inspiration to write as soon as I saw it. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's the same vibe and you like it!! Also I’ve seen all the requests for a part 2 of “He's My Collar”, but as stated here, I didn't answer bc I’m working on it! I just didn't have any ideas yet!

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

Whatever hit you today, it sucks. Yesterday, in the afternoon, you had a mild throbbing in your head, but not exactly a headache, at night, fever hit you, alongside a cough. Medicine helped enough but today you still felt a little warm, your head hurt, your nose was somehow stuffed and leaking at the same time. You've been awake for an hour and still just couldn't get yourself to care for your basic needs like showering and eating, let alone go to work, so you called in sick. At least you would have some piece for a day.

Or that's what you thought, until you heard some tapping on your window, scaring the shit out of you, and saw Superman outside with a sympathetic smile and holding a pharmacy bag, a crate of water bottles and food.

Ugh, of course you couldn't actually have some peace.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and got up, walking towards you bedroom window, and tried sticking your head outside, hoping he wouldn't enter your home if you kicked him out before, but before you could do anything else, he supersped inside and suddenly was at your side, making you dizzier.

— Hey! I heard what happened. How’re you feeling? — The alien’s face showcased his concern on his furrowed brows and he took a step too close (any step in your direction taken by one of the heroes was already too close for you), extending his arm forward to place the back of his hand in your forehead. You took a step back but he didn't seem to mind.

— Uh, I'm fine. You didn't need to come here. — Superman shook his head.

— I wanted to help. Here, I brought som- — Doorbell. The hero looked in the direction the sound came from, most likely using his X-Ray vision to look through the walls and doors, and squinted his eyes. Oh boy. — You called someone? — His voice is weirdly calm, contrasting with the way he abruptly starts marching out of your room and to the door.

Earlier you thought the fast exertion of movements would be too great for you, but apparently adrenaline was on your side, enough to follow him around as if you were the visitor inside your own place.

— I didn't. — You respond flatly and holding back a groan from annoyance, since you also didn't invite him.

Superman immediately opens the door as soon as it's within his reach and what's on the other side surprises you more than when you got the job at the watchtower.

— Superman. — Batman didn't seem surprised, but he also never showed emotions other than anger. — (Y/N). This is Penny-One. — He is surely referencing the old man well dressed on his side. — He is here to take care of you. — You raise an eyebrow, almost speechless.

— T-Take care of me? — You helplessly watch them invading your residency, painfully aware there's nothing you can do. Superman crossed his arms.

— This is not necessary, I came here to do just that. — Superman’s protest unfortunately doesn't give you any hint of how this will all turn out, nor does it scare Batman and his friend away..

— You have your own responsibilities. — Batman simply states. — You should go.

Penny-One simply turns to you.

— It's a pleasure, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N), even in your condition. Master Batman talks a lot about you. — You don't know what to stay and it probably shows, since no one waits much for your reaction before Penny-One is moving towards your kitchen and Batman and Superman continue with their argument.

You just go and sit down on your couch, questioning your life decisions and escape plans, which will have to wait until this damned curse leaves your body (and your home).

Your hands raise to rub your face and maybe give you some clearance, maybe wake you up from this nightmare, but keeping your eyes closed and sitting down only remind you of your condition. You feel worse or is it just your spirits? Either way, you let your body slide down until your side rests on the couch cushions, arms hugging your own body to try to have some warmth back. When did it become so cold?

At least their voices were low, as if trying not to bother you, it's a little soothing, especially with the promise of having food. Your eyes hurt just from staying open so you don't. At some point, some type of fabric is thrown over your body and a hand combs through your hair. You are too weak to do anything.

Next time you open your eyes, it's due to disturbing noises, your head is no longer on the arm of the couch and instead is laying on someone’s bare thighs. A pair of hands is running through your locks, and a really nice smell is in the air.

Did you fall asleep?

That would explain why your head is on fucking Wonder Woman's lap and she is looking at you lovingly. Also the fabric from before is Superman's cape.

You quickly shoot up, although just as fast, four or five pairs of hands, coming from seemingly out of nowhere — startling you even more — push you back down, you don't go without struggle, and soon, all hands disappear, green lights catch your attention and you can't move your body a single inch anymore. Somehow, you ended up restrained by a green and bright cocoon, as if you were soon to be a butterfly, only your face is free. Green Lantern’s construct.

— Hey, hey, calm down, hot stuff. I know she’s scary and you would never want to be close to anyone else but me, but you still need rest. — You're turned to the ceiling against your wishes. For some reason the fact that your whole body is covered doesn't give you the comfort nor the protection it should give you, instead, it reminds you of how vulnerable you are.

Your wide and paranoid eyes try to search for anything, since your head is being held in place. You can see Wonder Woman above you, glaring at something outside your line of vision, you are still in her lap. A bit of Aquaman’s blond hair on the bottom of your vision. And Batman, towering over you and the amazon, just observing as always.

— You can release them now, Green Lantern. — It's Superman's voice.

— He is not going to. — You see Batman saying at the same time another voice speaks the same sentence, making all of them turn in the direction of the sound, somewhere you can't see, but you recognize the voice. — He thinks they're weak and incapable of making decisions. — I'm sorry, who is weak and incapable of making decisions here? — He also wants to prove he is the only one capable of protecting and taking care of (Y/N), and impress them so they will fall right into his arms, call him a hero and give him a kiss… And other obscene things. — Batman smirks. Wonder Woman and another new and deep voice loudly laugh, the masculine voice being more obnoxious. Someone scoffs indignantly.

— Okay. Get out of my fucking head or I will make you. — The Lantern's voice sounds angry and you hear hurried footsteps. They wouldn't fight right here, right?! Right beside your sick body and in the middle of your crumpled apartament… It would make such a mess…

— I wasn't inside your head. Your thoughts were too loud, it's like you are screaming in my ear.

— I will make you scream! — You hear Superman superspeeding, probably getting in between the fighting duo.

— Ha- Green Lantern, calm down. No one will make anyone do anything here.

The agonizing feeling of restriction grows.

— WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? — You scream in a husky voice, panting right after. Everyone is silent and the next second, the construct moves you around until you're sitting up, back to the back of the couch. You are still being held and manhandled, but at least you're not in someone's lap and you can see something other than your ceiling.

Martian Manhunter is standing a few meters away from you, Superman by his side. Wonder Woman was still sitting beside you and doesn't look like getting up any time soon, Green Lantern makes his way to sit down on your other side, placing his arm around you, gladly you can't even feel it. Batman is still standing on the side of the couch, his cape covering his body. Aquaman is sitting in your armchair, his face laid on his hand, watching amused, if not a bit annoyed.

It's so weird seeing all of them, suited up, in the middle of your living room, and in plain daylight.

— We came here to nurse you back to health. — Wonder Woman speaks.

— Uhh, don't you think this is a little too much? — The heroes look at each other as if looking for the issue.

— I mean, yeah. I could do it alone, but for some reason when I got here, these freaks had already broken into your house. — Freak Lantern says, pointing an accusing finger at the other freaks in question, the trinity, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. — Those two came in later. — He nodded at Martian Manhunter and Aquaman, not giving them a single look, his eyes solely on you. Like everytime he insists on overly making eye contact with you, it's a bit uncanny. — Worry not, beautiful. I will kick them out for you. — Superman and Wonder Woman snort at his arrogance.

— You could go with them. I'm fine, I don't need help. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and can still do it. — You've been nice long enough, they crossed the line, they invaded your apartment, which is so unprofessional, and you need to set limits. They just look at you with pity.

— I am are aware of my neglect. — Neglect? — But it's going to be different now that we are reunited… — Uh? What is Manhunter talking about?

— Exactly. History has proven how men are unreliable and indifferent to others. I'm the only one you need, darling. — Wonder Woman caresses your face. — I don't even know what they think they are doing here…

— What are you doing here, princess? Don't you have mommy issues to fix or a guy named Steve Trevor to talk to? — The amazon furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the one sitting on your other side.

— Don't listen to him, (Y/N). I left Steve a long time ago, when I met you. — Girl, why? Go back to your man! Leave me alone! — What about Aquaman? Doesn't he have a kingdom to rule? — The man in question dismissed her answer with a hand movement.

— I’m protecting Atlantis’s future by making sure none of you get any ideas and (Y/N) survives their illness. — Batman shook his head.

— I’ve already made sure they're taken care of. You shouldn't be here. There's more important matters for us out there.

— Then why aren't you there?

Their battle of egos is just too fast for your slowed down brain to process and try to formulate any form of strategy. Before their banter gets worse, the older man from before reappears.

— Your soup is ready, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N). — Penny-One seems unbothered by the commotion around you, walking in with the source of the heavenly smell. Your mouth waters.

— Let me do it, Penny-One. — Wonder Woman gently offers and takes the bowl from him, along with the spoon. The Justice League makes sounds of disgust when they start watching her spoon feeding you (they wanted to be in her place).

You groan, complain, try to wiggle out of the construct but nothing works, especially with your fatigued and sick state. If you weren't claustrophobic before you might be from now on. You are clearly uncomfortable and practically begging to get out but for some reason they just won't listen. It gets to the point where as soon as you finish your soup — after realizing, again, that with those people it's just easier to surrender —, and take your medicine, Green Lantern’s temper apparently gets done with your whining and resistance, and he simply makes another construct. Now you have a pacifier in your mouth. It's your limit.

They start fighting again because some of them find it degrading, some like to hear your voice even if they know how close to cussing them out you are, and some think it's cute and prefer your quietness over your cries.

You can't move. You can't spit it out. You can't bite it off. You can't ask for help.

Green Lantern is rubbing your cheek while — slightly — mocking you. Wonder Woman is cooing at you, while trying to convince the Lantern to stop with his antics. Aquaman is clearly expressing he is on the Lantern’s side. Batman, Superman and Martian Manhunter are threatening him.

Frustration gets the better of you and the dam breaks loose. Now you are wrapped, with a pacifier and crying. Like a baby. In front of your bosses. In front of people who think you are vulnerable and need them. They're practically keeping you hostage. You didn't want them here. You told them no, countless times, and they just blatantly ignored your boundaries.

You have a pa-ci-fi-er. In. Your. Mouth.

And they are talking. They are ignoring you. They're been doing it for hours. No. Months. That's abuse.

This is the most emotion they ever got out of you and it immediately quiets everyone down. They're just staring at you, shocked. This whole thing is just a shitshow. A disaster. They're a curse. You are cursed.

It's so distracting that it makes Green Lantern lose his concentration, which is what fuels his ring’s power, and the constructs start dissipating.

You immediately get up and put as much distance between you and the team, who all have wide eyes and maybe had just now realized the gravity of the situation, while thinking about control damage.

You are searching desperately for how you could effectively kick them out, while also experiencing just the aftereffects of a new trauma, when it looks like it will get even worse. Flash zooms into the apartment.

— Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I took so long! Busy Day. N-Not that I wouldn't quit anything and everything just to help you. I just now saw the notification that you took a day off today! W-What… W-What are you guys doing here…? — The speedster noticed after his rambles the he is not the only one in the middle of your living room, and points at the whole team, who is on the complete opposite side of you. They also point at him.

— You’re late. — Batman states.

— Slowest man alive. — Green Lantern calls out his friend.

Flash looks around as if gathering his thoughts and notices your distressed state. He turns completely to them, his back to you and him being between you and his team.

— What did you do to them? — At his demand, all of them start pointing at each other and giving some sort of explanation or their side of the story at the same time, turning it into unintelligible sounds, until your yell interrupts them.

— GET. OUT!

— But-

— OUT!

— But, (Y/N)-

— NOW! GET OUT NOW!

They grumble but comply. Penny-One, who was totally unfazed during the while ordeal, just sighs, and starts making his way with them. Until you take a timid step toward him and stop him.

— N-Not you… I-I mean the soup was really good and I don't think I will have the energy to cook later… I-If it's n-not bothering you… — The older man smiles placantinly at you.

— Of course, dear. I'm getting paid either way, might as well just finish my job here.

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anniflamma · 3 months ago

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AnniFlamma, we all love your fanart and animatics of Epic: The Musical, please don't let a few shitty people demotivate when 100x those people love and adore the stuff you make, along with all other animators!

Stay safe and take care, we will always be here and I can't seem to repeat this enough but we love your art

Thank you and everyone for reaching out to me. I will be honest with you all that what happened did upset me a lot, but I am very lucky to have people to go to for support. I will even blame some of them for making me cry, my friends, I mean, because if I am upset and if someone asks me if I am okay, I just break down. 😅 But I used our little server as a ground to vent, and right now I feel much better now.

But I will still be honest that I meant what I said that my interest in making Epic fan content has reduced a lot. I still love Epic, and I still really want to do the whole Ithaca saga, but I have also realized that posting content about it has caused me to feel anxious.

An example is when I finished The Challenge animatic, I felt an extreme wave of anxiety when I was going to press the upload button. And the worst thing? My anxiety confirmed the fears. I have gotten tiktok comments saying that I am a freak for drawing Penelope nude despite it being in a non-sexual way. Apparently, I have to be constantly reminded that female bodies are icky and the world hates women. Aaaaaaand then to get hit by that TikTok video of thousands of people shitting on me, Duvetbox, Gigi, Mircy, Neal, and so many more…

If you have noticed, I have posted less, all types of content for Epic. I don’t do my headcanons anymore, I never wrote that full review of Epic, I feel less keen on drawing fanart, let alone joking about shipping here online. I remember when I made a joke about shipping Aphrodite and Athea because they were the only female characters interacting with each other (ignoring Hera), and then I took it as a critique that Epic failed the Bechdel test. After that, I got plenty of anonymous messages about how I am an evil person for shipping those two goddesses… Just say that you don’t know what the Bechdel test is and block me... 😑

I also hate how my first negative experience with the Epic fandom was pure homophobia toward my Bible animatics. Like, they used negative language toward gay people to tell me to make Epic content instead. There is this weird obsession where people expect me and other artists to only do one thing, which is Epic, and if we dare to do something else, we get punished or infantilized, like we didn’t have any say when Casper commissioned us for Stories of Styx. Don’t get me started on how fucking awful people were to Casper and Teagan….

I hate how people easily tell others things, only for them to unquestionably believe everything said about me. Like the amount of "Anni made Ody/Circe porn, uwaaaa!!" And then, the moment someone questions them and forces them to realize I never made such a thing, they double down and say that I shouldn't have made Circe nude in the original animatic "cuz female bodies are icky" or the classic "Well, I haven’t seen the porn video, but someone told me it existed, so I’m going to believe it exsits." Like, you could tell these people that the sky is green, and they would believe you.

Then there’s that whole "Anni supports rape" or "Anni felt bad for the suitors and wanted Penelope to get raped" insanity. Those quotes stems from ppl was crashing out when I made a post criticizing Epic’s way of addressing the topic of rape. In that post, I was suggesting that I would like the story better if Odysseus were actually morally ambiguous when killing the suitors. How could anyone even think Ody was in the wrong for killing the suitors because he wanted to protect Penelope? How can he be a monster after that? I don’t know, I support a husband protecting his wife from gang rapists, but I guess that was the worst thing for me to ever say, huh? Like, how dare I criticize their almighty Jorge…

It’s insane that I have an easier time handling hateful Christians compared to TikTok Epic fans. 😅

Oh well... I’ve had so many bad experiences with the TikTok Epic fandom over the past two years. And eventually, you just want to log off.

I’m thinking of stopping posting Epic content at all on TikTok as a first step. If TikTok Epic fans hate my fanart that much, then I’ll do them the favor of never seeing it from my account. I will, however, continue posting my Bible animatics there. And if I continue working on my Hold Them Down animatic and if I ever finish it… I will only be active here on Tumblr and on YouTube.

And so, at this moment, I will take a pause from Epic. It probably won’t be that long because, despite everything, I love that musical. But I also have to remind myself that, despite there being so many negative remarks toward not only me but the other artists, there is a lot of love from you actual fans. I have about 138K subscribers on YouTube. That’s 138K individuals who love my work so much that they want to see more of it. THAT IS TOTALY INSANE! And I will never forget that! And I am so thankful for all of you and your support. Thank you and I love you guys! 💕

I’m also planning on making a better-formulated post about this another day. All of this is just me ranting and want to take a short break, focusing on something else.... Maybe... Venice the musical? 😅

#asks #epic the musical #epic the musical fandom #Sorry I was planning on making this post short but I had so much stuff in my mind I wanted to get out

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year ago

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Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI!, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, family fluff, toji has like 50 kids (4) and tries to be a good dad

Summary: Toji's selfishness is getting in the way of your family. When he notices that your family is slowly falling apart, he does what he can to hold it together.

*Actually a long oneshot! for @ayyy-pee's collab

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“ACTOR TOJI FUSHIGURO SPOTTED GETTING A LITTLE TOO COZY WITH NEW CO-STAR”

The headlines are everywhere, it’s nearly impossible for you to ignore them. It’s not only the headlines but the pictures, the videos, the talk shows, the clear chemistry between them– And if that isn’t enough, the messages and calls you receive asking if you’re okay, are driving you insane. You don’t know how much more you can take of this.

Toji wanted to venture out of his usual villain role, wanting to do something more lighthearted, more fun. Whenever he’d audition for anything where he wasn’t the bad guy, he would get a simple answer: you’re not the guy we’re looking for. Truth is, Toji is too intimidating and lacks the look of the perfect picture man that they’re looking to cast in romcoms. You aren’t going to lie and say that you were bothered by this, because in fact, you were glad he wasn’t.

As selfish as it sounds, you were happy with the fact that Toji was getting stuck in the same villain roles. He’s already famous enough, and you have more than enough money, he doesn’t really need the lead role since it means that he’ll spend even more time away from his family. But you lie to yourself because if he got the lead in any other movie, you’d be ecstatic for him.

The dreaded day came, and Toji got a call from his agent. An offer for a lead role in a new and upcoming romcom. It was hard for you to be happy for him, even though your husband was so excited to venture out of his usual character. ‘He’s going to kiss someone else’ was the first thought that came into your mind, and then you realized that movies nowadays are so much more explicit than just a kiss.

Toji wasn’t supposed to, but he told you about a couple of things in the movie. He was so excited, and he couldn’t keep a thing from his wife. He told you of the characters, the plot, the scenes he was most excited about and the scenes he was worried about– The steamy scenes where Toji will be stripped to nothing with his tongue down another woman’s throat.

Jealousy would consume you for the next months, realizing that your husband is going to pretend to be with some other woman; however, you can’t be too mad, since it’s all just happening in front of a camera. You’re the only woman Toji loves, you know so. You shouldn’t take this too seriously.

Until the relationship came off the cameras because the pair has undeniable chemistry, and the directors thought that hinting they were having an affair would make for great promo. You nearly begged Toji not to do it, but he didn’t listen. He wants to ensure the movie’s success, which you understand but it’s humiliating for you and your family.

You’re upset with him, and Toji knows this, but he’s allowed to be selfish. He’s wanted this, and he’ll do just about anything to make sure everything goes smoothly, he can risk having you mad at him for a few months. Although, he’ll admit that it sucks because you’re so cold with him.

“How about we take the kids and go out for dinner tonight?” Toji asks, watching as you get out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel. He wants to go on a date with just the two of you, but he also misses his kids. It doesn’t matter what Toji suggests either way, because you ignore him. He clears his throat, repeating, “How about we go out for dinner?”

“Huh?” You respond, acting as if you hadn’t heard him before, and Toji doesn’t know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Toji repeats the question a third time and you proceed to answer, “I’m going out tonight, I can’t.”

“What are you and the kids doing?” Toji questions, wondering why he wasn’t invited. He guesses he knows why, but you should’ve at least tried to make the effort since it involves your kids.

“I’m going out, the kids are staying with the nanny.” You tell him, which makes his eyebrows perk up. Toji stands up from the bed, walking over to you. He hugs you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“How about we–” He begins but you proceed to cut him off before he can even finish his sentence.

“I’m going out with friends. Without you.” You answer, removing Toji’s arms from your waist. You walk to the closet to find your outfit for the night, and Toji can’t seem to leave you alone, following behind you like a lost puppy.

“You don’t have to be so cold.” He argues, and you pay no attention to him. You were clear that you didn’t want this to go this far, yet he let it happen. You can be as mad as you want to be with him. “What are you planning to do anyway? Cause a scandal to get back at me?”

“I’m allowed to have fun, am I not, Toji?” You respond. You simply want to go out without thinking of your husband and all the embarrassment his job is bringing. If it causes a scandal, then so be it.

“Then why are you so set on going alone?” He replies, and you scoff. You can’t believe the audacity.

“I just want to be away from you because you humiliate me.” You finally look at him, shooting him a glare. It shouldn’t hurt because he’s caused his own problems, but it still hurts to hear that from his wife, “I was upset about the movie, sure, but I knew you wanted to do it so I bit my tongue. This publicity stunt is too far, and I told you not to do it over and over again, but you did it. Fine. You’re an adult.”

“And? You know it’s not real.” He argues, which only ticks you off more. You won’t raise your voice because your children are wide awake, and you don’t want them to hear as you yell at their father.

“Do you know how many pity messages I’ve gotten? The amount of calls? I’m just the poor victim to all of them, and also the stupid woman that won’t leave her husband.” You respond, and he opens his mouth to argue that it’ll be over soon. In a couple of months the truth will come to light and everything will go back to normal. “The kids are getting teased about it too. Megumi is old enough to know it’s a stunt, but the other three aren’t.”

“What do you mean the two year old and five year old are also affected by this?” He questions in a mocking tone, which tells you that he isn’t fully believing you. You feel your blood boil, and you take a deep breath to keep yourself calm. You’re not letting him get the best of you.

“Well, considering that the ten year old can’t keep his mouth shut and tells the other two that mommy and daddy are getting a divorce, I’d say yes, they are affected by this.” You try to remain stoic, keeping your voice low and calm. Toji bites down his lip, his eyes going wide at the realization that his ten year old refusing to talk to him wasn’t just a simple tantrum. “I tried to tell him that everything is fine between us, but he didn’t exactly believe me.”

“Is that why they’re refusing to talk to me?” Toji’s demeanor changes, becoming somber in a matter of seconds. You end up shrugging, not really knowing why your son is acting the way he is, but you can only assume it’s because of it.

“I’m not sure. Probably.” You don’t care to really find a solution to his problems since you’re upset with him too. He needs to realize that his actions not only affect him but also his family. You watch as the man walks over to the bed to take a seat and think of what to do with this new piece of information. And while you’re mad at him, you still love him and want to help him out one way or another. You focus on getting yourself ready while you tell him, “How about you take them out tonight? Explain to them that everything is fine between us and–”

“Will you come with us?” He interrupts you, making you click your tongue.

“I’m going out, you can deal with the issues that you’ve caused, alone.” You answer, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He knows that he can’t exactly be too mad at you because you’re right, he caused his own problems. “Take them somewhere to eat, watch a movie with them, play with them. I don’t know. I’m laying it all out for you, Toji. You can decide what’s best.”

“What about you?” He asks, and you don’t even care to entertain him, sitting in front of your vanity to do your makeup. Toji has to repeat himself, and you sigh.

“Figure it out.”

“Ryo, are you ready?!” Toji yells down the hallway, but his ten-year-old doesn’t answer. Toji simply goes ignored, and the man tries to remain calm. Getting mad isn’t going to do him any good, yelling angrily at his son isn’t going to make Ryo any less mad.

You left around thirty minutes ago, and Toji spent the entire time trying to convince you to stay; however, his efforts were in vain. You didn’t care enough to listen which shouldn’t really shock him, he’s still upset though. After you left, he began getting his daughters ready to go out, telling his sons to put on something comfortable since they’re going out to dinner.

Now that both of his girls are ready, he’s simply waiting on his sons. Toji knows that Megumi is somewhat ready, but he isn’t sure about Ryo.

“Aimi, baby, can you wait downstairs while I check on your brother?” Toji asks his five-year-old, and she nods in response. Toji has to talk to his son alone, but he can’t do so with the two-year-old that’s on his hip. He knows that Aimi isn’t going to cause any trouble, but the little one that he holds is either going to get hurt or cause a big mess. He’s dismissed the nanny, and he can’t exactly leave her alone with Aimi.

Before making his way to Ryo’s room, Toji walks over to Megumi’s door. He harshly knocks on the door and puts Emi down in front of it, as if Toji were the stork himself. Emi is about to run after her papa but Megumi opens the door, and she squeals when she sees her beloved older brother.

“What?!” Megumi yells down the hallway when he spots his father. Megumi picks up Emi from the floor, ensuring that she doesn’t run away.

“I’m going to talk to Ryo! Make sure she doesn’t get hurt!” Toji responds, and Megumi sighs. Not that he particularly minds, but Toji could’ve at the very least waited until Megumi had her in his arms. Megumi clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment before telling his sister,

“What are we going to do with him?” And she shrugs in response.

“I don’t know.” She answers, which makes Megumi laugh. He walks out of the room and goes downstairs to join his other sister.

Toji stands in front of Ryo’s door. He knocks but he’s met with no response. Toji isn’t willing to respect his kids’ privacy, not when he pays for everything they have. Toji opens the door to the room, finding Ryo in his pajamas, playing with his console. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to have a heart-to-heart with his son, explain everything that’s going on– But would Toji really think of that right away?

“Change. We’re going out.” It’s an order, and Ryo doesn’t like it. He’s about to ignore Toji but Toji snatches the console that’s in the boy’s hands. “Don’t act like a fucking brat. Change. We’ve taught you better.”

“I’m staying with mom.” Ryo mutters, angrily getting out of bed to do as his father says. Toji won’t lie and say that the words don’t hurt him, but he remains stoic.

“Hurry up. Your siblings are waiting.” Toji says before leaving the room, the console in his hand. He has to hide it before leaving.

“No more.” Emi pushes her plate away after taking a few bites of the food she ordered. She’s barely eaten, Toji wants to make sure that at the very least she finishes a chicken tender.

“Can you at least finish this, please? You’ve barely eaten, princess.” Toji asks her, but she shakes her head. Toji has to find a way to bribe her, but first he has to deal with Megumi and Aimi who bicker about… Something.

“Chew with your mouth closed, don’t be gross.” Megumi corrects her, but Aimi isn’t going to listen to someone who isn’t her mother… Occasionally she listens to Toji, but it’s rare.

“I don’t care!” She yells, and Toji’s face slowly gets red with embarrassment. People are slowly looking at the table– It’s funny because he really thought that having Megumi here would be useful. Instead, he’s yelling back and forth with his five-year-old sister.

“You’re nasty, Aimi!”

“Your face is nasty!”

“Will you two quiet down?!” Toji half yells. His eyes linger on Megumi, “Remind me how old you are.”

“Sixteen.” Megumi answers, reality setting in when he says his age. His cheeks slowly turn pink as he waits for his father to say his next sentence.

“And you’re arguing with a five-year-old? Loudly, in a restaurant, dare I add.” Toji says, and Megumi pushes his plate away because he’s suddenly lost his appetite. Toji hadn’t realized just how hard it was to deal with all four kids without any help– Well, three kids since Ryo isn’t talking. He’s not doing anything. Toji clears his throat before asking, “Do you like the food, Ryo?”

Ryo doesn’t answer, and it’s slowly driving Toji to his limit. He’s talking to everybody but Toji, the moment Toji addresses him, he goes silent. Toji looks at Megumi and points at Emi, “Get your sister to eat.”

“Ryo, talk to me. Your mom and I are fine.” Toji claims, but Ryo doesn’t say anything because things clearly aren’t fine– After all, everyone is talking about it. Toji is essentially ruining the family by running off with his co-star.

“Ryo, do you want my leftovers?” Aimi asks her big brother and he hums in response, taking the plate from her. Toji takes a deep breath to remain calm. Ryo technically didn’t even say a word, he just hummed in response, Toji can’t be mad about that. Then Aimi asks, “Do you think daddy will get dessert? I think they have ice cream.”

“The key lime pie is better, plus we have ice cream at home.” Ryo argues and Toji gets an idea on how to get his son to talk to him.

“Do you really want the key lime pie? I thought you liked cheesecake better.” Toji comments, and Ryo doesn’t answer. He proceeds to talk to his little sister, and Toji can’t take it. He slams his hand on the table and causes a scene, “For fuck’s sake, Ryo! Don’t ignore me!”

If all eyes weren’t on them before, they definitely are now. The cherry on top is Megumi who tells Emi, “See, he’s going to do that to you if you don’t finish what’s on your plate.”

Emi begins to cry her little heart out, and Toji lets out the biggest sigh. Curse the day he decided to have kids.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, Emi.” Toji says, but she’s crying and stuffing her face out of fear. Everyone is looking at him, some people surely recognize him. At least this fits the narrative that his family is falling apart, and while it was all a stunt at first, it’s starting to feel real.

It’s his fault, he can’t blame anyone else but himself.

“Finish up, we’re going home.” Toji sounds defeated, and he is. Taking the kids out to dinner should not be this hard.

“What about dessert?” Aimi’s voice is filled with disappointment.

“Dessert isn’t happening because you kids don’t know how to behave.” Toji answers, and Aimi crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. Toji wanted to make things better with his kids, but unknowingly, he’s made them worse.

“Night, night, princess.” Toji kisses Aimi’s forehead, but she doesn’t care to even acknowledge him. She doesn’t say anything, turning to her side so she doesn’t have to look at him. Toji sighs, “You’re ignoring me too, huh?”

She doesn’t say anything, which doesn’t really upset Toji. She’s just mad that she didn’t get dessert, tomorrow she’ll be fine with him again. He kisses her temple before telling her, “I love you.”

He knows waiting for an answer is useless, so he turns off the lamp and walks out of the door. Aimi will eventually get out of bed and run after him to apologize because she feels bad since she loves her daddy so much.

Toji closes the door, and he looks for Ryo’s console. Once the console is in his hand, Toji goes to his son’s room. Toji doesn’t bother knocking because he knows he won’t get a response. Ryo has the lights turned off, trying to sleep since there’s nothing better for him to do. But Toji knows that the child isn’t sleeping, he’s just like you, he tosses and turns a million times in the night before actually succumbing to slumber.

“Here’s the console, kiddo. Thanks for going out with us tonight.” Toji says, putting the console on Ryo’s dresser before walking over to his side to press a kiss on Ryo’s temple. Toji hears some sniffling coming from his son, which makes the man want to fall to his knees and cry as well.

Toji has four kids, he’s heard them cry many times before for trivial things. He’s never really felt this before with one of them because he really wasn’t at fault. He was doing things for their own good… But this time he’s doing all of this for his own selfish reasons.

“My baby boy, please talk to me.” Toji kneels down by the bed, hoping that his son will finally say something to him. It’s killing him slowly, he just wants to talk to him. Toji doesn’t want his kid to hate him, but it feels like Ryo is slowly getting there.

“I don’t want you and mommy to get a divorce.” Ryo finally speaks up, and Toji’s heart breaks when he hears him call you mommy, considering Ryo started calling you mom the day he turned eight. Toji stops kneeling, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Everything is fine between me and your mommy.” Toji says although it’s hard to believe. They’re not fine, but you’re not getting a divorce either. “We just have to talk things out, but we’re not getting a divorce.”

“All of my friends are talking about you and how you two will end up splitting.” Ryo finally sits up on the bed, and Toji doesn’t really understand why this is even a topic of conversation for Ryo’s friends, but it is and Toji has to deal with it. “And it’s your fault.”

It is, Toji can’t really say otherwise. But he isn’t splitting up the family– At least not by having an affair like the news claim.

“Ryo, I promise you that your mom and I are not splitting up.” Toji tries to reassure his son, but Toji isn’t all too sure himself. “We are having some issues, but it’s not because of what your friends are telling you. What they’re telling you is not real.”

“But–” He’s about to keep going but Toji has to cut him off. Toji can’t keep defending himself, he keeps using the same argument over and over again and he doesn’t know how many times he can actually say the same words.

“Did you ask your mommy about this?” Toji asks, and his son nods in response. Ryo has asked a million times and you always have the same answer.

“Yeah… She said that you two were okay.�� He replies, yet he doesn’t believe a single word of it. Toji is growing frustrated, but he can’t let it show. His whole job is to pretend to be someone else, to act out certain feelings and suppress the actual emotions that run through his body, he should be able to do that, right?

“Then why don’t you believe us? Your friends don’t know what’s happening in our relationship.” Toji points out, but that’s not enough for Ryo.

“I know mommy was lying.”

“What do you mean? Did she tell you she was lying?” Toji’s confused. Ryo is ten, he’s not smart enough to spot a lie, especially from you. You’re a damn good actress, when you show your emotions it’s on purpose, and Toji doubts you were purposely showing your emotions.

“I was going to ask her something and I saw her crying…” Ryo confesses, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He’s certainly hasn’t heard that, but Toji clears his throat before arguing,

“You do know that your mom has a completely different life and she could’ve been crying for something that doesn’t involve me, right?” Toji is sure that the crying had to do with him, but he isn’t going to let that be known. Ryo nods in response, since what his father says does make sense. Toji ruffles his son’s hair before kissing his forehead, “Next time you’re mad at me, don’t give me the silent treatment.”

“I won’t.” Ryo answers, although neither of them are too sure that he’ll keep up with his word. Toji stands up and gives the gaming console to his son, and Ryo wastes no time in taking it.

“You can stay up late tonight.” Toji tells him, which puts a smile on his face. Toji also walks away with a smile on his lips, feeling victorious after getting his son to talk to him. Toji exits the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

Toji begins his walk to Megumi’s room, planning to check up on him. However, when his hand touches the doorknob, he feels a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looks down to find his five-year-old hugging him. He chuckles, “What’s up, Aimi?”

“Papa, I’m sorry. I love you too.” Tears are streaming down her face, feeling guilty about not telling her daddy that she loves him back. Toji picks her up from the ground, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.

“My little princess, I’ll get you some ice cream tomorrow.” He assures her, rubbing her back. She continues to wipe her tears because once they begin, they’re hard to stop. He takes her back to her room, reads her a story and puts her to bed once again.

Toji continues what he was doing, checking up on his kids before going to bed himself. He waits for you, but it gets late. His eyes are closing on their own and before he knows it, he falls asleep. He’s getting old.

“Toji, baby–” You’re calling out to him. It takes a moment for him to open his eyes, but they open rapidly when he feels you kissing his cheeks. It’s definitely nice to feel you kissing him after barely acknowledging him the last couple of days. Still, he can’t help but question,

“Are you drunk?” You keep kissing him. He doesn’t smell any alcohol on your breath, but that doesn’t really answer anything. He feels your hand go down his torso to his sweatpants. You’re just incredibly horny, that’s a good enough reason. Your hand goes to his sweatpants, wrapping around the base of his cock before lazily stroking it. “What happened to you? What have you done to my wife?”

“I just need you. Need you so bad.” You say in between kisses. Your lips are on his neck, and Toji really can’t complain. He misses your touch so much– But what the hell happened to you? You were barely talking to him a couple of hours ago; either you’re on something or something happened to you.

“What happened, baby?” He stops you. Your hand comes out of his hands and you get on top of him. Your lips go on his, your tongue quickly entering his mouth and pressing against his. You’re avoiding the answer, and Toji grows worried. You’re grinding on him, and it’s hard for him to have a clear mind when all the blood rushes to his dick. He doesn’t remember the last time he touched you. You’ve been so mad at him that you shut him down the moment that he initiates something.

Toji wants to enjoy it, and his body is but his mind thinks about the fact that nothing has been solved. He’s not done anything to apologize to you, so he immediately thinks that you’ve done something. It takes every bit of him to push you away even though he doesn’t want to. You’re so gorgeous while you’re on top of him like this, that he doesn’t want to ask the question but he has to, “What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?” You furrow your brows, and Toji clicks his tongue. He can’t believe that you’re initiating something and he’s stopping it. One week ago he would’ve been beating himself up for passing up on this opportunity, but he has to know why you changed your mind.

“You’ve been mad at me, and now you’re all over me when I haven’t apologized.” Toji points out, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. That confirms that you’ve done something bad, and his heart beat speeds up, thinking of the worst.

“I met a guy…” You begin and Toji’s heart breaks. He doesn’t need to hear the rest of it because he knows. Tears well up in his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. Yeah, he knew his actions would have consequences but not this. “We flirted a bit, just having fun and then he invited me back to his place–”

“You don’t have to–” Toji is about to cut you off, and he’s reasonably thinking the worst.

“I didn’t go back with him. I remembered the amazing husband I have, how much I love him, how amazing he is at everything he does. I wasn’t going to risk losing you even though I’m mad at you.” You have to interrupt him before he gets into his head. You press a subtle kiss on his jaw before your lips go to his ear, “But if you see some headlines tomorrow, don’t get mad at me.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” He chuckles. He guesses he’s getting a taste of his own medicine, but he’s not mad after his initial scare. Your lips go back on his, but they don’t last long before moving down his neck and torso. Your mouth kisses to his nipple, your tongue circling around it which makes him bite down his lip.

Toji is sensitive. Just about anything will make him cum. You continue to kiss down his body until his sweatpants obstruct your path. You desperately push them down, while Toji reaches for the lamp to turn it on. He has a particular love for watching you while you take care of him.

Your hand wraps around the base while you spit on his cock. You stroke his cock a couple of times before your tongue circles the tip of his cock. You take your time working him up before you lower your mouth on his cock, taking in as much as you can take.

If Toji had known that this is how his night would’ve ended by letting you go out, he wouldn’t have tried to talk you out of it. A pathetic moan leaves his lips, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him. He’s missed this, fuck.

He wants to push your head down, forcing you to take all of him– Which he normally does, but it’s not going to end well. Toji knows well that you’ll stop, and he won’t risk that tonight. This is a sweet treat that he doesn’t deserve, he’s not going to risk losing it.

You try to take all of him in your mouth either way, tears building up in your eyes as you gag, eventually spilling and messing up the makeup that was already coming apart. This is what Toji loves, watching the makeup that you work so hard on, fall apart just for him. And you do it because you want to. Because you love the taste of him on your tongue.

You take him out of your mouth, using your hand to stroke his cock. Toji’s moaning with your every touch, it’s hard not to. You’re just so fucking perfect with everything you do that it’s hard for him to contain himself.

“Baby, please–” He sounds so pathetic. Toji is usually much meaner in this situation, but circumstances have obviously changed. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Use your mouth, baby. Please–”

“How can I say no to you?” You chuckle before your mouth wraps around his cock again. You take as much as you can take, your hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He’s shutting his eyes, moaning your name as his climax approaches.

His cum hits the back of your throat, and you raise your head. You swallow it, sticking your tongue out so he can check it. Toji sits up, his hand going down to your chin, thumb into your mouth. The bit of submissiveness that you had witnessed quickly fades.

“Who’s my good girl?” He asks, your tongue circling around his thumb. He wants to know what happened that has you so aroused, but as long as you didn’t get physical, he doesn’t care. He takes his thumb out, a string of your saliva connecting it to your lips. He orders, “Open your mouth.”

As soon as your mouth opens, he spits in it. You don’t waste a second before swallowing. Toji lips meet yours again, his tongue messily entering your mouth and pressing against yours. You readjust your legs, knees on either side of him. You’re grinding on him again, and the man pulls away from the kiss, not doing so without biting your lip first.

“You want me to fuck you, baby? You need me?” He asks as you push your panties to the side. You’re aligning him with your entrance, softly moaning as you push yourself down on him. You can’t wait any longer, you desperately need him. You softly moan as he fills you up, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You’re sure no one will ever feel as good as Toji.

“Was thinking so much about you, baby. I missed you, Toji.” You moan, throwing your head back. You give yourself a moment to get adjusted to him before moving back and forth on his cock. His cock brushes your sweet spot, driving you insane.

Toji shuts his eyes, getting lost in the moment. He’s missed you so much too, but he can’t speak right now because he’s groaning. He can’t believe that he’s gone so long without you… He shouldn’t have agreed to doing that publicity stunt in the first place.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” Toji moans, his hands going to your hips as you move on him. He hands roam, looking for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down so he can take your dress off you. His lips go to yours, your moans translating into his lips.

You’re bouncing on him, his lips going down to suck on your neck. You let your moans roam into the air, feeling overwhelmed with how good you’re feeling. Toji barely even tries and he makes you feel euphoric. Maybe you were having second thoughts, but then you remembered just how perfect your husband is.

Toji pulls out, putting you down on the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you. He sets the pace, much faster than how you were going. Your hands are gripping the bed sheets, loudly moaning as your husband pounds into you.

“You’re so perfect, baby. You’re everything to me.” He praises you while one hand goes to play with your clit. You’re almost at your limit, and he feels it as your cunt squeezes around him. He says through gritted teeth, “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Oh fuck, Toji– I’m gonna–” You announce, so close to reaching your peak.

“I know, baby– fuck, I know.” He groans. You’re driving him insane, it’s the effect that you have on him after not being with him for a while. God knows he needed this.

You loudly moan his name, your legs quivering when you reach your high. It’s hard for you to last when his cock reaches deep, and reaches all the right spots. Toji can’t help but praise you when you come, “That’s my good girl, that’s my fucking good girl.”

Toji’s thrusts begin to get sloppy, even though he wants to stay buried inside you for as long as he can. His hands hold on to your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh.

“Inside of me, baby, do it inside me.” You tell him, knowing he’s nearing his release. You need to feel his warmth in every possible way, and Toji isn’t going to turn you down, certainly not with this.

Toji comes to a stop, groaning before filling you up with his warm cum. He stays buried inside of you until making sure every droop is inside of you. His lips go down to yours, kissing you as he pulls out.

“I’ve missed you, love.” He says before you both get comfortable in bed. You’ll wait a minute before going to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“For the record, I’m still mad at you.” You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh. You stand up, walking to the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed, and he follows behind because he’s truly lost without you.

“You’re here late.” He points out, unsure of what to say next.

“When you don’t have the kids with you, things go surprisingly smooth… Speaking of, how was your night?” You get in the shower, and Toji is staring. He’s watching every single one of your movements, even when he tries to tear his eyes away, he can’t. You're just so perfect in every way, how can he look away?

“Why did we have so many kids? They made the night so difficult.” Toji shares, and he hears you laugh. It’s no surprise to you, you’ve handled the kids on your own so many times before, and you always swear that you won’t even think of having another one– But then Emi comes to you with her teddy bear and begs for cuddles which makes you reconsider.

“Welcome to my world.” You respond, and Toji chuckles. He lightly bites down his lip, debating if he wants to go back to bed. He really doesn’t, so he decides to join you in your shower.

“So you’re less mad?” He asks, grabbing your sponge and pouring some body wash on it. Toji kisses your shoulder before he begins lightly scrubbing your body. You hum in response, and he can only wonder what you were up to– But he can’t complain. He couldn’t care less what you were doing as long as you’re not mad at him.

“I’m still upset though, don’t get me wrong.” You say as you take the sponge from his hand and use it on him. You peck his lips before muttering, “My husband has still been misbehaving, I won’t forgive him so easily.”

Toji doesn’t know how to come back from that so easily, so he ponders his answer. He helps you clean up.

“I talked to Ryo.” Toji announces, and you cock your eyebrow. Before you can ask about the details, Toji explains everything to you, ending off his sentence with, “Why were you crying?”

“Life gets tough when your husband is allegedly cheating on you.” You answer, and Toji bites his tongue. You have said a million times how you hate this arrangement, and Toji has been too selfish to consider your emotions. It’s not like you’ve been silent about how much you hate this. He can’t exactly be too mad at the fact that you’ve been ignoring him when it’s deserved.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Is all he manages to say. You turn off the water, and get out of the shower, Toji following your lead again, even though he’s barely washed himself. You have your towel wrapped around him, while he opts out of getting his towel.

“I think you’ll need a bigger apology, but I guess sex is good too.” You answer, but that’s not enough for him.

“I’ll call my agent and tell him that it’s off.” He says, and you stop in your tracks.

“No! You’ve already done this much, the premiere is soon. Stick with it for now and just clear up your name after.” You’re quick to object. That movie better do great after all you’ve been through for this. You’ve suffered for months, you can put up with some more judgment for another month or so.

“But now I feel horrible.” He responds, and you sigh. “I want to apologize.”

You take a couple of steps toward him, your hands meeting behind his neck. You kiss his lips before telling him, “Another little Emi will suffice.”

“Woman, how dare you?! After the night I’ve had, that thought makes my dick flaccid. Don’t you ever suggest having more kids!” He argues, and you look down. His words certainly don’t match his feelings.

“Are you sure about that?” You ask him, and he sighs. He isn’t going to lie to you, and he isn’t going to tell you that you’re right, so he does the next best thing, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

You have a long night of apologies ahead of you.

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PLEEAAASEEEEE i need a second part of the bllk characters turning into an animal but with different characters, like isagi, rin, chigiri, bachira, kaiser, or some other characters, i loved that fic sm 😭😭🥀

i got a few reqs for this so YES OFCC 🩵 also i didn’t realize karasu and haru have the same va so i added him here too (and kunigami for @ohagiyo )

when they turn into japanese zodiacs pt 2

bf(f) bllk & gn!reader. blue lock x fruits basket!

isagi yoichi

-> “a bunny!” you gasped, and without thinking, you decided to stalk the poor thing. you never catch them, but it’s fun to imagine petting their fluffy coats

-> when the bunny saw you approaching, it screamed. the sound made you freeze, given how human it sounded. how isagi it was

-> “bitch, you were gonna chase me?! what did i ever do to you!” definitely your best friend. you gaped at the creature, eyes near-spherical. “yoichi? is that you or did you slip something in my brownies again.”

-> “that was an accident,” the bunny defended, taking a tentative hop forward. you slowly fell into a sitting position, trying to wrap your head around what was happening before a question suddenly popped into your head. “how are you alive?”

-> isagi sighed. “it’s a long story involving a curse and this witch and—“ “no, no. i mean, bunnies only have a lifespan of 8-12 years and you’re way older than that.” if rabbits could glare, this one would. “that’s what’s on your mind? that i’m old? not that i’m a fucking rabbit?” “i’ve seen weirder.” “when?!”

-> you continued bickering with the rabbit, who you realized only you could hear after receiving some odd looks from people walking by. “we should go inside before someone thinks i broke out of an asylum and calls the police.”

-> stepping inside, you let isagi hop in and turned to close the door. a faint navy blue fog appeared, causing you to scrunch your nose, but when you turned around to bat it away, your eyes widened when they landed on a naked isagi

-> “dude?!” “i can’t control when i turn back!” you throw a towel at him, shielding your eyes with your hand. “i have some of your clothes around here somewhere. go put them on, you freak!”

itoshi rin

-> “what… the… f—“ “neigh.”

-> your phone dinged with a notification that a package had arrived. when you flung the door open, you expected a box on your doorstep, not a full-sized horse

-> you knew right away that this horse wasn’t normal. for one, while it looked black, you could tell that it was actually very dark teal. and two, it was glaring at you the same way your boyfriend did when you teased him

-> “would it be crazy if i said you remind me of my boyfriend?” you joked, moving to brush your hand through the horse’s swooped bangs when it scoffed at you. “yes. but you are crazy, so.”

-> you jumped back, snatching your hand to your chest. “tell me you didn’t just speak.” “okay. i didn’t just speak.” you’d recognize that tasteless sarcasm anywhere. “rin?”

-> the horse hung his head as your brain scrambled to compute what your eyes were seeing. rin. your boyfriend. a horse. a horse? “can i ask?”

-> he briefly explained his predicament, something about a family curse, but you weren’t entirely listening like you should have been. bro had hooves. you thought maybe you were losing your mind when a sudden poof of teal smoke choked you, and when you finally managed to swat it away, you found your boyfriend standing with his hands covering his naked parts

-> “let me inside, please?” you stepped aside, still dazed from the encounter, and keep your back to him as you locked your door. when you finally faced him, you saw his eyes sprinkled with fear. “are you going to leave me?”

-> your immediate response should have been no, but your lips didn’t form the word. instead, you forced a smile and said, “i just need a minute. it’s… a lot.”

-> “i’m still me, though,” he mumbled quietly, and you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. yes, you’d need some time, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hug him as he was then. “i knew it was. i’d recognize those emo boy bangs anywhere.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you almost screamed when you opened your door, previously intending to go on a jog, to find a tiger cub wandering around in your yard. your plan was to slowly back into your house, but when it looked up, your boyfriend’s voice flooded your head. “don’t freak out.”

-> you freaked out. “chigiri?! is that you?! wh—how—what happened?!”

-> chigiri’s head fell as he sighed, and you stepped aside for him to sulk into your house. “long story short, my family is cursed to become one of the zodiacs. i happened to get the tiger… are you crying?”

-> “i’m sorry, you’re just so pretty! can i pet you?” “don’t touch the fur.” “but it’s so shiny…” you couldn’t resist, and chigiri yelped when you scoop him up into your arms and hold him to your chest like a baby

-> he purred despite himself and threatened to nip your fingers when you scratch beneath his chin. “we’re totally getting a cat.” you noddd to yourself as he growled. “we are n—“ poof!

-> you coughed as pinky-red smoke filled your room, but when you peeked an eye open, you blinked to find your arms around your human boyfriend. your naked human boyfriend

-> blushing ferociously, you tugged the cardigan off your shoulders and quickly flung it at chigiri. you waited for the shuffling to quiet down before asking, “good?”

-> “good,” he confirmed, and you turned toward him with unblinking eyes. “so. you turn into a tiny tiger.” “unfortunately.” “at will, or…?” you trailed off when he shrugged. “only sometimes. like when my adrenaline is super high or when… whatever, the point is not always.”

-> you didn’t question him about it further and instead jumped onto the couch. “thoughts change on getting a cat?” “absolutely not.”

bachira meguru

-> you were peacefully eating an avocado blt and watching hxh reruns on tv when there was a tapping on your door

-> brows knit at the sharp sound, you placed your sandwich on the plate and opened the door, immediately cooing at the little brown and yellow-streaked pig on your doorstep

-> “how did you get here, little guy?” you cooed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff you when it suddenly jumped up on two legs and squealed, “y/n! i’m stuck!”

-> you jumped back, falling over and nearly throwing the creature off when it climbed onto your chest. when you saw it’s yellow eyes, you gasped. “bachira?! how—what—huh?!”

-> you carefully lifted your best friend into the air, hands under his armpits as you twisted him from side to side. “you’re a pig!” “technically a boar, but pig works too… forget that, i’m stuck!”

-> before you could think about it, you carried bachira into the house and set him on your couch. he looked around and spotted your sandwich with horrified eyes. you slowly pushed the plate away and cleared your throat. “in my defense, i wasn’t expecting my best friend to be a pig.”

-> his big eyes, full of betrayal, wobbled before yellow smoke blinded you and sent you sprawling off the couch. when your head popped back up, your eyes widened to find your best friend sitting shamelessly on your couch. naked

-> “bachira! clothes?!” “oh, right! sorry, i’m always naked when i turn back.” but he made no movement toward covering himself as he reached wiggling fingers toward your lunch. “i’m not feeding you until your ass is off my cushions!” “right!”

michael kaiser

-> you were awaken by the loud sound of crowing, which surprised you since there weren’t typically roosters in your area

-> you rolled out of bed when it got louder and decided to investigate. by the time you reached your front door the creature was screeching, and when you threw your door open, you raised a brow at the oddly-colored yellow and blue rooster

-> “hello?” you questioned no one in particular as you searched for the owner of the bird. “i respect your right to crow, dude, i really do. but it’s not even seven in the morning—“ “i’ve been trapped in this gods awful form for sixteen hours, y/n.”

-> you blanched. “no way.” the sound of your least-favorite friend hit your ears and left you stammering for something more to say. “why are you a cock?” “you mean personality wise or literally?” “both?” “let’s focus on the second option first.”

-> you inspected the rooster, humming and poking at him until kaiser threatened to bite your finger off. “has this happened before?” cock-kaiser’s feathered chest rose and fell. “yes, but it’s been a while. i can’t remember the last time i’ve been this for so long, and i don’t know how to change back.”

-> rubbing your chin, you decided to bring the beast into your home before the neighbors started gossiping that you’d finally lost it. “why did you come to me and not ness or someone who actually likes you?

-> “you’re deranged enough to believe me. knowing i can turn into… this.. won’t break your mind.” you shrugged and twisted his words so that you heard ‘you’re so awesome and strong, y/n!’

-> kaiser clucked at you. “stop smiling to yourself. it’s not a compliment—“ and a poof of blue smog cut his rant off. when it faded, you quickly threw a pillow at the man so he could hide his family jewels. “i thought you said you didn’t know how to change back?”

-> “i knew how!” “so that definitely wasn’t an accident, then?” “of course not!” you grinned when his face started to pinken. “whatever you say. your secret’s safe with me.”

kunigami rensuke

-> it was a lovely morning. you weren’t usually one to take naps that early, but the room was so warm, the birds chirping outside, the sheep bleating at your door—

-> your eyes snapped open. flinging the knit blanket from your legs, you cracked your door open to find a mysteriously orange sheep standing directly in front of you. unsure of what else to do, you screamed and slammed it shut

-> “wait, y/n, it’s me!” the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice floated from the other side, followed by more bleating. “behind the goat?” you shakily asked. “… no?”

-> slowly opening the door once more, you stared back at the sheep that refused to look away from you. “rensuke, please tell me you aren’t a sheep.” “which is better: sheep or goat?” you sighed and opened the door further. “not funny.”

-> there was no way for him to fit through the front door, so you sat on the porch and carefully poked at his wooly coat. “aren’t you hot?” “not really. i’m not entirely sure how the transforming-thing works, but i’m fine.”

-> you weren’t entirely sure what to say. it was weird. if kunigami had been anyone else, you might have even turned him away and convince yourself that you were dreaming. “how did this happen?”

-> your friend plopped into a strange-looking sit beside you and explained his family’s curse. it sounded like something out of a manga, but you didn’t interrupt until he failed to mention how he’s supposed to turn back. “is there something i can do to help?”

-> “no, i usually turn back on my own, but this time it’s taking longer. i didn’t want to be by myself like this… sorry to spring it on you.” you shook your head. “i’m glad you did. what are best friends for?”

-> and you fell back when a poof of orange smoke invaded your senses. hacking, you sat back up to find kunigami still sitting, but now as a human again. you hurriedly pulled your hoodie off and tossed it into his lap. “oh, thank goodness. your wool was making my nose super itchy, bruh.” kunigami scratched at his head. “my bad… can i come in now?”

karasu tabito

-> you scored an A on your midterm, the test everyone in your class had been dreading since day one, and decided to treat yourself to some gourmet delivery: a fillet mignon

-> you dozed off while waiting, but it felt like only minutes before a strange-sounding knock on the door woke you. “coming!” you shouted as you clumsily jumped off the couch and danced to greet your delivery person

-> the second you flung the door open, you screamed. there was a cow standing on your porch. “i asked for rare, not raw!” you gasped in horror as the giant mammal tried to near you

-> “it’s m—wait, you ordered steak without me?!” you gasped at the cow, it’s voice—your boyfriend’s voice—echoing in your head. “karasu?!”

-> you had to sit down as he told you about his families curse, but didn’t interrupt until a question nagged its way out of you. “but… why not a crow?” “please don’t ask, i would much rather be a bird than this.”

-> cow-karasu hung his head, and you took the opportunity to ruffle his surprisingly spiky head of hair. his pretty lashes fluttered shut, and then you were suddenly surrounded by violet smoke

-> coughing, you peeked an eye open and stifled a laugh when you saw your naked boyfriend standing in your doorway. “can i come in now?” he asked

-> before you could answer, a new voice joined. “food delivery—man, i do not get paid enough for this,” the driver grumbled after his eyes met karasu’s bare ass. “enjoy your food, you freaks!”

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