#sometimes you will be Wrong and that's actually fucking neutral <<3

[starscreaming666]

Looking back on Detroit become human in the wake of the ai craze is like. The most morbidly funny thing to me One of these days I have to write something on how the story of that game just gets HORRIFYING when you view it through a (more) modern lens. Man

[mysacredmuse]

reader: female anatomy, gender neutral descriptors and nicknames, no pronouns used

tw/cw: nsfw - mdni!, playful bickering (?), degrading, a bit irritated Veritas, slight dumbification, vaginal fingering & p in v penetration, no protection (wrap it before you tap it pls), creampie

word count: 2.9k

Veritas trying to teach you math as a form of love language while incorporating some other things until one of you loses focus...and the other loses patience. Is he a bit of a sore loser who would fuck you while doing math stuff? Yes he is, but we love him <3

(I need him carnally, it's not even a joke...so many thoughts rn, but I kept this one tame :D)

dividers by @/cafekitsune

• Dr Ratio • Focus & Patience •

Teaching and sharing knowledge was Veritas' love language. 

The worst love language that a genius like him could have, if you were being honest. Sometimes you thought that his idea of a love language was actually him simply feeding his own ego and boosting the love towards himself. Right now, you think it's a torture for something you've done terribly wrong in your past life.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asks sharply, distracting you from much more important and interesting thoughts than math.

"Now I am.." you slur the words as you rest your chin on your hand. Your eyes scream boredom as your lips turn into a thin line, not even trying to hide genuine disinterest you were feeling. Veritas bites down a few nasty words he would throw your way before he speaks up again.

"Do you have any idea how important this is?" his tone is so serious as he shows you the problem he was solving.

"Nope. Never cared, never will. Come on Veritas, you know math hardly sparks my interest!" you whine, spreading your arm on the table to serve you as a pillow.

He scoffs as he gives you a sharp gaze. You return the gaze, however to his misfortune, yours is as disinterested as ever. 

"You are worse than a child, at the very least, they have curiosity which is deserving of respect." he says in a stern tone, his gaze still filled with determination to persuade you.

"And you are like a child, whining just like one." you roll your eyes at him, sighing in boredom.

He remains silent and you look at him for a few moments, his eyes holding some sort of indescribable emotion that makes your foolish heart soft.

"Ugh, fine! But this is the last time." you note in a serious tone, earning a soft smile from Veritas. 

"It certainly is." he nods as he opens his arm, gesturing to you to sit on his lap. Without giving it much thought and without addressing his previous sarcasm, your body simply follows, adjusting yourself on top of him. He slowly wraps one of his arms around your waist and tummy as he uses the other one to point at things as he explains them.

You have no idea how much time has passed, slightly readjusting on his lap from time to time as he keeps explaining stuff you will never think about ever again. At some point, he gives you the pen, encouraging you to try and solve one of the problems by yourself. His hand rests besides yours that was writing with slight hesitancy, but you were trying your best. His arm that was wrapped around you tightens just a bit as his thumb starts drawing small circles on your hip.

"That would be much hotter if we were playing billiards or something, ya know? In this setting, it's kinda lame." you say playfully, following with a soft chuckle.

"The only thing that is lame is your pea-sized brain that even thought of this as a form of coercion. Now, work." he says in a stern tone, earning a face of annoyance from you.

But, you keep working on the problem, even though you truly had no clue what was going on. In the meantime, Ratio slowly unwraps his arm away from your waist and slides his hand down your thigh, keeping it still for the time being.

"That's wrong." he says in his usual, semi-authoritative tone as he observes your solution to the problem.

"You knew that 10 minutes ago, should've told me then!" you raise your voice in annoyance, but he just places a soft, perhaps apologetic kiss on your shoulder.

He sneaks his hand to your inner thigh and starts drawing small circles on your skin using his thumb.

"Just try again." he whispers as his hand trails up your inner thigh, giving your flesh a few rougher squeezes in-between the tender circles.

You aren't oblivious by any means, but this stupid solution is taking up most of your focus and attention. You slightly readjust yourself on Veritas' lap, only to feel him getting harder, his cock pressing onto your ass.

What a damn loser.

He slowly moves his other hand, sneaking his thumb between your skin and your panties as well as your shorts, slightly pulling them down. You turn your head, giving him the look, but his gaze remains the same - lustful and greedy.

"Keep working." he orders in a lower tone as his other hand joins to slide down the fabrics covering your slightly leaking cunt. 

You adjust yourself, standing up for a moment, letting the fabrics fall down your legs. You sit back down, softly squirming on his lap as you continue solving the problem...or at least trying to do so.

"Good job. You got the first part correct now, can you do the rest?" he asks in a sly tone as one of his hands slides between your legs, two fingers slowly collecting the precum that was coating your inner lips.

He slowly brings his fingers up, drawing circles around your clit, just close enough to make you a bit irritated. You bite down on your bottom lip, genuinely trying to solve the issue, but with no much fruition.

"Perhaps you need a little reward for doing the first part correctly..., it might motivate you further." he whispers, kissing the nape of your neck as the two of his fingers finally begin to circle on your clit, earning a few soft gasps of yours.

"How am I supposed to work like this?" you whisper in a slightly trembling tone as your pussy clenches around nothing.

"Think of it as...mental gymnastics of a sort." his tone reveals no sympathy for you whatsoever as he continues circling over your clit, enjoying the way your body twitches from time to time. 

You roll your eyes as another barely audible gasp leaves your lips, continuing your work. His fingers move slowly enough for you to make some room for concentration, but as soon as Veritas notices that the problem is taking a bit too much of your attention, he speeds up, earning a guttural moan of yours. Your pussy leaks more, the emptiness starting to feel slightly painful.

You can't see his face, but you can sense the satisfaction that he was experiencing for messing you up like this. Although, it's only the beginning.

"You are on the right track." he whispers behind you in a low tone as his fingers trail down, teasing your entrance.

You bite down a moan, a soft muffled whimper escaping your throat as he slides two of his fingers inside your needy cunt, moving them in and out of you at a slow, agonizing pace.

He lets out a mellow sound of satisfaction of his own upon feeling your wet cunt clenching around him as he keeps stretching you out.

Your hips begin slowly rolling in and out, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as he curls them up, pressuring your sweet spot with every movement made. You drop the pen, focusing on riding his fingers and he lets you indulge in pleasure for just a moment. His other hand rests on your hip, gently guiding it without much pressure as soft moans slip past your lips each time his fingers reach all the right spots inside of you. He slightly spreads his thighs, spreading yours along the way, making you more sensitive to his touch and earning a louder moan of yours.

"Don't fuck yourself dumb now. Solve this and I will give you even more." he whispers, but his tone reveals certain impatience and neediness as you continue working in a perfect union.

"Promise?" you ask mindlessly as your hand searches for the pen, eyes rolled back as his fingers speed up just a bit, sending pleasurable jolts through your whole body.

"Promise. Now, focus and patience is what we need." he confirms, his tone becoming a bit more desperate as your pussy clenches tighter around his fingers.

You try to keep your unsteady gaze on the second part of the problem, mind overwhelmed with the heavy knot that was forming in your lower tummy as pleasurable heat spreads underneath your skin. With each roll of your hips, you can feel Veritas' cock getting harder and harder, an originally small wet spot growing bigger with each movement you make, mixing your own precum with his. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he speeds up his fingers even more, forcing a few louder moans out of you.

You curse under your breath, swiftly dropping the pen as your head falls back on his shoulder, hips still as he continues fucking you with his fingers in a faster pace. 

"Focus." he orders in a firm tone, but curls his fingers even more, not giving your sweet spot a single break. You let out a prolonged whimper, shaky breath making it hard to speak up.

"Don't tell me that you are so pathetic that you become a dumb little thing just from this." he continues in a firmer voice, although you notice a subtle teasing.

"Says a guy with a wet spot on his pants." you barely voice your sentence as more moans and whimpers occupy your throat, the pleasure too overwhelming.

In one quick instant, your cunt clenches around nothing, a loud gasp escaping your lungs as your chest hits the table in front of you. A rush of excitement goes through your body, making you needier.

"Who do you think you are?" his tone is low as he leans in, towering over your bent body, lips gently brushing over your earlobe.

"You should lick it clean since you are the one who made it in the first place.."

"Or should I just fuck you dumb since you serve no other purpose in your current state of mind?" his tone is awfully low, but firm, sending shivers up your spine. You remain silent, so Veritas makes a decision for you. A decision that you already saw coming, but he doesn't have to know that.

You can hear the zipper going down and the fabric rolling down his legs. You lay your head on the side, watching his irritated gaze as you feel him align his cock with your pretty leaking cunt. You give him a soft smile, almost feeling victorious for whatever reason, but your mouth quickly turns agape as a guttural and strained moan escapes your lungs once he swiftly slides his cock inside of you. He lets out a louder grunt as his hands fall onto your hips, pressing them into the table. He quickly picks up the pace, sliding his cock in and out of you in a swift and deep manner, stretching you out while reaching the sweetest and furthest spots inside of you.

Your fingers shakily claw on the table, filthy sounds turning your throat dry as he keeps pounding into you without a break. His grunts quickly turn into moans of his own, fingernails digging into your skin as his pelvic area slams into your ass, leaving a burning sensation behind each thrust.

"And you were doing so well...such a shame that you are a dumb little whore who only wants to get fucked." he spits out between the moans, voice a bit shaky.

Your mind feels hazy and all you manage to do is spread your legs just a bit more, greedy for deeper sensation. He quickly picks up on that, spreading your legs further using his own knee as he narrows his hips in an angle that reaches the deepest spots inside of you. You choke on your own sounds, still clawing on the table as each thrust makes your body weaker and weaker.

The burning sensation in your ass becomes even hotter as the angle of his hips changes, the speed of his thrusts making it hard for you to process every sensation that was going inside of your body.

Veritas' cock starts pulsating inside of you and your pussy clenches around him in response, earning a few soft twitches of his. He throws his head back, guttural and deep moans shamelessly slipping past his lips as he keeps you in place, the pace of his hips vigorous and precise.

An intense heat spreads beneath your skin as your thighs become shaky and weak from all the sensations. A string of saliva slips down your bottom lip, but Veritas quickly moves his hand to clean it up, his thumb brushing over the wet spot of your lip.

"How pathetic and unpresentable. Drooling like a dog." his words come out harsh, but the way his cock twitches inside of you just reveals his actual feelings about it...as always.

You roll your eyes slightly, trying to lift your hips to feel more of him if even possible, but the harsh thrusts of his own hips make it impossible for you to move. His balls slap your clit with each thrust, deepening the pleasure, but not staying long enough for you to reach your release. It makes you slightly annoyed, but the way his cock slides in and out of you in such a perfect way, reaching all of your sweet spots makes it easier not to think about it. He lets out a chain of heavy moans and gasps as your pussy tightens and relaxes around him, your eyes revealing a soft plea for him to play with your clit.

"You think you deserve it?" he asks as he leans closer to you, his chest pressing into your back, his thrusts becoming a bit shallow in the process. You nod as the knot inside of your lower tummy becomes unbearable and overwhelming, making it hard to speak or think. All you can do is tremble beneath him as your body becomes more limp with each passing second.

"I don't think you do." he whispers into your ear, a soft moan following as your cunt clenches around him, almost panicky.

A chain of weak and broken pleads slip past your lips, voice desperate and needy. He slows down his thrusts, sloppily grinding into you and slightly giving your intense build up a relief. You grind back into him, his thick cock filling you up perfectly, soft pressure and warmth building up in your cheeks from excitement and arousal.

"Please, Veritas." your tone is desperate and whiny, slightly broken as well. 

He can't help but chuckle at a pathetic, yet quite exciting sight in front of him. The sight of you like this makes his cock leak a string of precum inside of your sensitive cunt, sending tingles through your back. It also makes Veritas break easily, giving into your desire as his own release builds up more and more with every mutual grind of hips.

He slides his hand between your lower tummy and the table, the two of his fingers begin to draw small circles on your clit. You let out a gasp of relief as Veritas slightly straightens himself, chest no longer pressing into you as he quickly picks up the relentless pace from before. 

The room fills up with a mixture of both of your moans and whimpers as he keeps pounding into you without a break while his fingers move in a slower manner, creating a perfect balance. Your legs become unsteady and shaky as the knot inside your lower tummy becomes heavier and heavier, the first waves of your orgasm washing over you in short and quick spams.

His cock twitches more, applying more pressure to your g-spot as he slides his cock in and out of you, making your pleasure overwhelming. You let out dry moans as his fingers keep up the slow pace opposed to his cock, making your pussy leak more around him. He lets out breathy moans and whimpers, cock pulsating as he edges closer to his own release.

Your hand shakily grabs the edge of the table as Veritas keeps up his pace, narrowing his hips just a bit more to send you over the edge. You feel intense warmth spread beneath your skin as you become lightheaded, loud gasps and moans escaping your lungs as the knot inside your tummy finally unravels. Veritas mutters a few curse words as your cunt pulsates and twitches around him, his fingers becoming shaky on your clit as your orgasm reaches its peak.

He lets out a sharp groan, gasping quickly afterwards as he reaches his own release, a thick whip of cum spreading inside of you. Your eyes roll back as your eyebrows furrow in unbearable pleasure, legs barely keeping you up as your orgasm slowly melts away. Veritas moves his fingers away from your clit, hand quickly pressing your lower back into the table as he rides out his own orgasm, thrusts messy yet quick.

A few moments pass and he finally slows down completely, remaining still inside of you as his breathing remains erratic and heavy. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your body from the intensity, gradually becoming a bit sleepy from everything.

Veritas, however, has a different idea as he pulls you by your hips, cock softening inside of you as he sits back on the chair and placing you on his lap...just like that. You squirm a bit as his cum slowly slides down your sensitive cunt, mind hazy and ready for a good nap. However...

"Now, the second part of the problem." he breathes heavily, yet there is a seriousness in his tone.

"Are you kidding me?!"

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Reader // Seeds of Doubt // Husk

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A few words from author: Hello there everyone, I'm back again! ^^

This time I'm feeling a bit better, and I'm presenting you a new fanfic format I'm trying out: Scenarios!

It's a bit different from what and how I usually write but I hope you'll still like it. ^^"

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Type: Scenario

Scenario summary: You are Alastor's s/o, but he can sometimes make insensitive comments, so his dearest friend Husker reassures you about Alastor's feelings towards you,

Settings: Fully platonic

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Swear words used, light mention of alcohol consumption, typical things one can expect with Husk and Alastor, Reader doubts Alastor's love for them, Husk talks shit about Alastor for a bit but he still comforts reader, Alastor is a little shit and plants doubt into Reader's head for his own amusement, that should be all!

Sidenote: I included reader having doubts because of Alastor being aroace because it made sense in the scenario but I truly hope it didn't offend anyone - I'm ace and possibly on the aro spectrum too, so I really didn't mean to misrepresent the spectrums or anything!! I meant well I swear >-<,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if the reader description leans more towards feminine sense it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: The editing on phone will be the end of me one day,

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That should be all,

Hope you'll enjoy, <3

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Slouched at the bar, a drink is in your hand,

You're lost in thought,

It's not often you're found like this,

On the contrary, actually,

It's rare for you to sit down and hope to get lost in your drink to avoid your thoughts,

But sometimes Alastor can be rather insensitive,

He can say and do things that hurt and that plant little seeds of doubt in your head,

And whether that'd be deliberately or accidentally is up for a debate,

This time it was about him being aromantic asexual,

He made a comment that suggested him being with you just for pure entertainment, not for affection or anything else because he, as he phrased it: "doesn't feel the need for it after all",

And that didn't feel nice,

Not at all,

Again, he could be just messing with you,

Or maybe he didn't mean for his words to come off that way,

But still,

You worried there might be some truth to his words,

And again, Alastor being on the aroace spectrum didn't mean he felt nothing towards you,

It didn't mean he couldn't feel affection for you or anything similar,

And it definitely didn't mean you two couldn't be in a relationship!

That's why you tried to drink your worries away,

Because you knew they were just that, just worries,

Just thoughts you should pay no attention to,

However, you'd be lying if you said his orientation didn't play into your doubts after his playful but not so kind words,

And maybe that was his goal,

To have you all tense and on your feet, thoughts running wild,

But it still didn't make you feel any better,

And so, you just downed your drink, trying to ease up,

"One more... please," you told Husk who was behind the bar, watching your anxiety eat away at you,

"Geez, the fuck's wrong with you? You never order more than one," Husk commented, though he didn't sound like he actually cared to hear you out,

However, it was obvious he wasn't too indifferent towards you,

He remembered you weren't really a drinker, after all, which was nice to know,

"Nothing much..." you told him with a sigh, "Just overthinking...",

"Yeah, you look the part, you look like a fucking mess" Husk replied, borderline on insulting,

But you've learnt to not take it to heart,

This was just the Husk fashion of talking to people,

Silence then enveloped the two of you, and Husk poured you another glass,

Neither of you spoke until your thoughts got way too bad to ignore,

And you asked Husk a question, desperate to ease your worries,

Even if you knew that Husk was the least person you should go to with such question,

"Do you think Alastor keeps me around just for amusement...?" you asked softly,

And Husk looked a little surprised, before a scowl found its way onto his face again,

"You're seriously asking that just now after dating that piece of shit for months?" he scoffed,

And you looked down,

Husk frowned then, and gave a long sigh,

"Damn, you really are a case..." he muttered before sighing more and rubbing his face,

"What'd that asshole do now?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised,

And while he didn't sound all that much like he cared, you still took the chance to get things off your chest,

"He just... hinted I might be nothing more than just a source of amusement for him," you explain, gaze fixated on your drink,

And once again, Husk sighed, muttering: "Of course that piece of shit would do that, even to his own partner,",

Husk then exhaled through his nose before pinching the bridge of it and speaking again,

"Alright, listen, I hate that son of a bitch more than anything," he started,

"and it's not my fucking job to save his ass and relationship," he paused,

"but I'm gonna do him a favour and cut him some slack,",

Then he sighed and continued: "He does care for you... I mean, I can't say I'm 100% sure, after all that guy's all about messing with people and their emotions,",

"but... from what I can tell, you mean a lot to him..." Husk told you, looking you in the eyes, looking sincere,

"And while I don't think that asshole has anything close to a heart," he sighed lowly, "I guess he wouldn't go as far as to pretend to love someone just for a few laughs...",

"especially not to someone who's proven to be a nice person and a good friend," he told you, shaking his head a little before grabbing the first glass you emptied and beginning washing it,

And doing so, he continued speaking: "He's got some decency... at least I guess he does,",

"But honestly, you should talk to him about this," Husk advised, looking at you seriously, "that's a part of relationships, talking bout feelings, setting boundaries and shit...",

"He's a fucked up, messed up in the head sadist, but I'm sure if you'll be honest with him and tell him how his comments affect you, he'll change his ways..." Husk told you before pausing and thinking,

Then he thought out loud: "Yeah, he'll probably find another way of fucking with ya head, but it'll definitely be less harmful and damaging than what's he's doing now,",

"Of course, I can be wrong about him and this whole thing, I wouldn't be surprised," Husk stated, lifting his hands in surrender as if wanting to decline any responsibility from his advices,

"but... judging by how he acts n all, he does like you in some way... even if just in his own twisted way," he eventually told you then shrugged and again focused on the glass in his hand,

And you were left with lips slightly parted because you've not expected Husk to say anything of what he's just told you,

You were actually prepared for a rant about how much he hates Alastor and how much stupid you are for dating him,

But not this,

You were not prepared for this,

And you were quite pleasantly surprised,

Because hearing reassurance coming from Husk's mouth was a nearly nonexistent occurrence,

And that alone assured you that his words were genuine and meant something,

Even if everything was said in typical Husk fashion,

And, for the first time since sitting down at the bar, you smiled,

You smiled and gazed at Husk with appreciation,

"Thanks, Husk, I needed that," you told him lowly, making him scoff,

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome or whatever, just don't pull any hugging shit on me or some other mushy bullshit," he scoffed, rolling his eyes,

Then he sighed,

"Now get your ass off that barstool and go talk to that fucken asshole," he ushered you, making a shoo motion with his clawed hand,

And you smiled again, knowing that Husk meant well despite acting rather rude and aloof,

But deciding to heed Husker's words, you nodded and got up from your seat,

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, I should go talk to him," you nodded with a playful smile at Husk's attitude,

"I'll be going now, and you can pour the rest of my drink down the drain," you told him before heading out of the room,

"And thanks again!" you called before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight,

And Husk rolled his eyes again,

But deep down he was glad he managed to comfort you,

Despite you not knowing it, you were quite a good influence on Alastor,

And Husker truly hoped you would continue to cling to the Radio demon's arm even if Lucifer himself put obstacles in the way,

Or well... even if Alastor was the one putting obstacles in the way...

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[dumplingsfordays]

30 strales

blade x florist!gn!reader

genre - fluff

summary - after you fall down into some metal buckets in your flower shop, a certain raven-haired customer happens to be walking by and helps you clean up.

cw!: swearing, blade kinda wants to murder you but ends up changing his mind because he likes uuu <3

note - i hc that blade smells like citrus. no, you're not getting an explanation, sorry lol.

and as always, thank you for reading!

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When you got your job as a florist at Petals and Pollen, you didn't expect this many people to talk to you - you were just there to make bouquets, but most of the time when someone came up to you to ask for a recommendation or advice on what flowers to give someone, your conversations would end in 'hey, are you free this week? I know a great coffee shop that you'd like' or 'there's this cute bookstore a few blocks away, wanna go there together sometime?' or just straight-up 'do you want to go on a date?'. Of course, you weren't angry or anything, but a part of you felt annoyed. Did these people come up to you only because they thought that you look nice, or did they actually want to get a bouquet and they picked up on your personality midway?

Either way, you always declined. You weren't really interested right now, and besides, you had stuff to do. Planning dates wasn't exactly part of your job description anyway.

But one cold autumn afternoon during a thunderstorm, a rather peculiar man entered the shop - his expression wasn't one of boredom or neutrality like most other patrons, it was one of rigid, almost angry determination. He stomped up to the counter with quick steps, long navy hair flowing behind him as he stopped suddenly in front of the counter.

"How do I say 'fuck you' in flower?" he growls. "Use any flowers you need. I have the money."

You blink a couple of times in surprise at the taller man, processing his request. You knew flower language, it's just that you were wondering who it could possibly be for - a nasty coworker? A disrespectful teacher or boss?

Deciding not to dwell on it, you nod and get to arranging the bouquet. From some nearby stands, you pick out some geraniums, foxglove, meadowsweet, and orange lilies, cradling the flowers in the inside nook of your elbow. You place them in a clear glass vase and tie them together with a sunset-red silk ribbon. You feel the man's eyes linger on your fingers as they knot the ribbon in a bow, and finally, you finish the bouquet and hand it to the man.

"120 strales, please," you say, pressing a few buttons on the cash register. The man quirks an eyebrow.

"No dahlias?"

"Dahlias? Why would you need dahlias?"

"Ka- I mean, I read that they meant disappointment."

You sigh. "Well, that book must've been wrong. Dahlias are a symbol of commitment, not disappointment. I think the author must've meant to write "yellow carnations", but I don't know how you would mix it up that bad. Should I add them?"

"No, that's fine." The man slides you the payment and, grabbing the bouquet, storms out the glass door to the shop.

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"Fuck!" he mutters under his breath as he speedwalks angrily through the crowded streets of Xianzhou, his delicate bouquet gently cradled in his arms. What the hell was Kafka thinking? He was going to bring this to the General as quote unquote "thanks", and she tricked him? Oh, he was going to kill her when he came back.

But this florist was rather... different than others he'd been to in search of a "fuck you" bouquet. They had a special sort of air about them, an air that he couldn't quite pinpoint but knew that it was addicting. Well, maybe not addicting - he just wanted to see them again, that's all.

Wait, see them again? No, he didn't do that sort of thing, he never wanted to up and start conversation with some random stranger that he saw once while buying flowers. He didn't spontaneously show up at their doorstep and ask what their name was - he only did that to his victims, and in this case, this person wasn't a victim. He barely even knew who they were (with the exception of the obvious title of "florist".)

What if they would become his victim, then? He would have a chance to talk to them without feeling guilty of doing so, and maybe murder them at the end. That's what happens to everyone anyways, how was one less person in the world going to impact him?

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The next day, a few hours after opening time, you see him again. He's calmer than yesterday, opening the door to your shop with a small squeak and taking his time to look around at the flowers you have on display. He pauses next to a small tin pail of yellow pansies.

"Those are pansies," you note. He turns his head sharply to meet your gaze with those blood-red eyes and turns back to the flowers.

"They're pretty," he says under his breath, lifting one out of the pail and examining its petals. "What do they mean?"

You can't read his expression at all - it's just neutral, with a small hint of fascination that immediately vanishes when he puts it back.

"They mean 'I'm thinking of you'," you reply as you pull some leaves off the stem of a tulip and throw them into a paper bag. He blinks in response and continues examining the various flowers, finally coming over to your counter a couple minutes later.

"I'd like some daffodils, please." He slides over 230 strales.

"The largest bouquet costs 200, you can keep the extra 30."

He stares at the currency in silence as you pick out the freshest daffodils and bind them together with a pale yellow ribbon, adding some white lace frills into the midst. You hand him the bouquet and he looks up at the nametag pinned to your left.

"y/n," you say. "Nice to meet you too, um..."

"Blade."

"Blade, okay."

You give a small, awkward smile. He takes the rather large bouquet from your hands and leaves the extra 30 strales, which you grab and run after him with as he leaves the shop.

"Blade! Blade!" you yell as you run after him. "You forgot your-"

He's gone, blended in with the crowd, probably, but you daren't go look - you have a business to run, and you already see some potential customers approaching the establishment. You decide to wait for him - if he comes back tomorrow, you'll give him the strales back.

As you're making a rose bouquet for a middle-aged man in a grey suit and tie, Blade pops into your mind again. His eyes were... eerily captivating, like bloodied dark iron magnets that pulled your gaze toward him. Combined with the fact that he was hard to read, and that you've never seen him before in your life, made him the most mysterious person that you'd ever interacted with. But a part of you wanted to see him again, to talk to him, to find out who he really was and what he was doing in your shop in the first place. Guess you'd have to see tomorrow.

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Tomorrow was a mess.

You estimated that about 200 customers came in, most leaving with flowers in hand, and to your disappointment, none of them were the dark-haired, red-eyed, "fuck you"-bouquet-ordering man who somehow forgot that he'd left 30 strales lying on your counter before yesterday. By the time you had shut your doors, the floor was completely littered with little pieces of leaves and small, multicolored petals. Guess you had to stay after to clean up.

You pulled out your best weapon, a wide mop, from the cleaning closet in the corner and got to work. Pulling it along the tiled floor, you decided that it was rather boring to mop in silence, and pulled out another one of your favorite items - a pair of headphones, which you promptly connected to your phone and resumed mopping, now with a spring in your step. This spring turned into occasional hopping, which then turned into full-on dancing as you got caught up in the music.

Blade was watching all this unfold outside your shop, standing in the darkness and staring dumbfoundedly through the glass window. He was planning on murdering you tonight - it was horrifying that you were dancing so carefreely, without even noticing his piercing gaze on your moving form.

Abandoning the mop, you grabbed onto a column and twirled around it several times in musical glee before tragedy struck and you fell into a shelf of those goddamn tin buckets. Luckily they didn't have flowers in them, but they still hurt like a bitch - you tried pulling yourself up, only to fall down again and wince in pain as the metal edges of the buckets dug into your skin. Your legs are probably going to be covered in bruises the next morning.

You hear the door open with its signature squeak and a sinking feeling of embarrassment flooded your system.

"Need help?" the navy-haired man standing in the doorway askes, stone-faced. He stared at your trapped form blankly as you gaped at him.

"It's nine, no- ten in the evening," you stammer out, "how are you here?"

"Passing by." He feels a strange pang of guilt when lying to you. "You didn't answer my question."

You swallow and look around helplessly before replying reluctantly. "Yes, please."

Blade walks into the shop and grabs you by your hands, hoisting you up with ease onto your legs for a second before catching you when your knees buckle almost instantaneously. He sighs, lifts you up, and carries you to the nearest chair, setting you down like a fragile vase.

Blade's touch was comforting, and he smells like citrus, which is a very unexpected scent for him to have in your opinion. You thought that he might've smelled like- wait, why were you even thinking about this? The way in which his lowkey kinda attractive strong arms carried you was completely irrelevant to the current situation - why was your brain hung up on this while the poor guy has to clean up after you?

Speaking of cleaning up, he was almost done. He was now putting the mop back in the closet, and after he shut the door, you took this moment of silence to ask a question.

"Can you carry me upstairs, please? Just to my bed."

He freezes. You desperately hope that it's not a bad thing - your legs are starting to actually hurt and you don't think that you can carry yourself up a flight of stairs.

Luckily for you, he walks over and scoops you into his arms once more, carrying you with relative ease to the wooden stairs, which creak a little under your combined weight. You loop your hands around his neck as you climb up, holding on for dear life. When he reaches the second floor you thank him quietly, and he returns the gesture with a nod, turning on the lights by raising his knee up to flick the switch. The hallway fills with a golden light, and when you point to the door to your room, he heads there.

You hope that your room doesn't seem too messy - there's plants everywhere (which probably isn't that much of a surprise given that you're a florist) and the occasional book is lying on every wide surface like your desk and the bookshelf. Blade strides over to the bed in one corner, moving a leather-bound book aside titled "A Complete Collection of Native Bee Species" when he lifts the blanket. He sets you down onto the mattress with that same gentleness and you lean into the pillow, eyes already drooping shut at its softness. You turn your back towards him, and he takes this as a signal to remove your apron, which he hangs on a nearby chair. You, in your near-sleepiness, hear him sigh as he turns off the lights and closes the door, leaving you to drift away in peace. The scent of citrus lingers in your mind.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The next day, as you're setting up shop, you find a note on the counter, written in black pen and a quick hand.

Locked front + back doors. Exited through window, keep the 30 strales.

[badfictropes]

Danny/Dani and Clark/Conner

(Warning: This is just my opinions and while I would love to hear other thoughts please be polite in your comments.)

Now I want to start by saying I don’t think Clark is wrong in feeling the way he does about Conner and about not wanting to be a father to him. But the way he dealt with and expressed those feelings is my problem. The way Clark treats Conner as if he isn't a real person with emotions and feelings and refuses to acknowledge Conner's personhood is fucked up.

Clark doesn’t want to be Conner’s father and while this is deeply unfair for Conner and will no doubt leave a scar it would be far worse to try and force Conner on Clark, I don’t doubt Clark will not be able to be the parent Conner needs.(Side note:does Lois or Clark’s parents ever find out about Conner in canon?) In DpxDc fics and prompts the JL trying to force Clark to play daddy is not going to do any good for Connor or for Clark. Clark does not see Conner as his own person/a person at all; all Clark sees is evidence of his violation and while this sucks for Conner forcing the two together isn’t going to help.

I read one DpxDc fic where Clark got therapy about this(Side note: this fic also pointed out how unethical it is to have a therapist that not only works under you but is also your personal friend ie Dinah. A lot of fics have her as not only the JL’s counselor but individual teammates personal therapist which just can’t be ethical.) and his therapist pointed out that Clark talks about Conner worse than he does Lex who actually violated his consent. I thought this was a very good point and definitely something Clark needs to think about. How is his opinion of Conner(who is the innocent and also a victim in this) worse than his one of Lex?.

Now for the Dp side. I personally am a fan of Danny being a mom(gender-neutral) to Dani(and Dan) and it’s my top 3 favorite Dp tropes but I know not everyone prefers it. While I imagine that after everything was over the full force of his violation at Vlad’s hands hit him I don’t think Danny ever wished Dani didn’t exist at all, I don’t think it ever even occurred to him to think that way. I could see him wishing the circumstances around her existence was different(after all Neverborne are a thing and it would be just like Danny to make one by accident) but he could never regret Her no matter how she got here. I’ve seen people mention that Dani manipulated and betrayed Danny and I’m just like while Dani has Danny’s memories she was literally created a few months ago cut her some slack, Dani was also being manipulated and used and Danny knows that he understands that; it why he not only helped her but forgave her. And I know people are going to be like forgiving someone is not that easy or quick but sometimes it is especially when your not even 18 and full set in your stubborn mindset and when your an empath like most people hc ghost to be(a little hard to stay mad for long when you can literally feel someone’s regret and remorse, it doesn’t hurt Danny no doubt saw Dani as someone smaller and weaker that needed his help and protection.)

Onto DpxDc. Now I think Danny would be sympathetic to Clark’s feelings and circumstances but I think his sympathy would end when he hears/witnesses how Clark treats Conner. Clark’s feelings are valid but how he deal with/expresses those feelings are not. Clark is a grown ass man and should know better than to take out his anger and pain on a child(Side note: Do you think Clark wouldn’t be as cruel to Conner or that the JL would be more intolerant of Clark’s behavior towards Conner if Conner was younger/a baby?). Danny would find Clark’s treatment/opinion of Conner deplorable after all Neverborn/Mirror born are precious no matter how they came to be and while it understandable Clark can’t be a parent to Conner that doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t be. Conner deserves to have a parent, a family that loves and cares about him; he deserves to be treated his own person and choose how he wants to live his life(not just be a hero) and since he won’t get that from Clark, the JL should find him a good foster parent he can get that from.

So in conclusion I think Danny would be sympathetic and understand of Clark’s circumstances until he sees Clark’s treatment of Conner/hears his opinin of Conner and then the sympathy is over; Danny will then focus on Conner and helping him/helping to figure out what’s best for him.

[lace-coffin]

Hello! Awesome to see you're taking requests again. Could I please request Cnc headcanons for asa please and thank you? 💖

Asa Emory CNC headcanons!

Thanks for the request! It’s specified in the fic but I just want to re-iterate that everything is consensual and part of a scene! Also I love Asa and need to bite his tummy : 3

Reader is gender neutral!

Trigger warnings for consensual non consent, medical play, pet play, kidnapping, human pets, bondage and degradation.

Requests are open!

Scenes are always discussed and prepared beforehand, making sure both of you go over what kind of kinks it will include, what kind of setting it will be in, the toys and equipment needed and a refresher on the safe word/traffic light system. Asa may be sadistic sometimes but he would hate to actually make you feel unsafe or feel out of control and unable to call it off.

Scenes can be a range of things, the possibilities are pretty endless when you own a huge hotel with seemingly endless rooms. The woods out the back of the hotel are also an option! Perfect for ominous misty nights where you want to be stalked like prey. You may even end up with unused rooms converted solely for this purpose if you find yourself going back to that kind of scene on the regular.

You absolutely have a room dedicated to medical play, various pieces of sterilised medical equipment sits in the drawers, stethoscopes, black nitrile gloves, speculums and a nice big examination bed with conveniently placed cuffs.

Why don’t you come take a seat and let the doctor check you out? He’ll be gentle, promise. See? It’s ok, just let him check over your chest, have to check your heart is working ok, don’t we? Just try ignore the way he prods and gropes at your chest, fingers running across your nipples in the process, it’s all part of the procedure.

Squirming will land you a harsh slap on the thigh, as will trying to close your legs, why can’t you just let him work? There’s nothing wrong about the way his cool gloved hands slowly creep higher and higher towards your core, teasing the edge of your underwear. If you can’t sit still and be good he’ll be forced to cuff your ankles to the table, rendering you defenceless as he slips his lubed fingers into your cute little hole. seeing you struggle and cry only makes him harder. What are you going to do, report him to the board? They would never believe you. It’s what little sluts like you deserve. Now be good and don’t make a scene as he fucks you into the medical bed, we wouldn’t want to alert any patients outside.

Kidnapping scenarios are always fun between you two, reliving the moment you were captured but with a more exciting twist. A bigger box would be made for you, as much satisfaction as he gets from manhandling you into position and crumpling you into the box he wouldn’t want to actually hurt you or let any of your limbs go numb from lack of space. If you’re really keen to be bound tighter then you can add bondage to the mix inside the box. Asa will routinely verbally check in to make sure you’re not cramping or need a break. One knock for no, two for need a break and three for safewording.

The drive to your new home is quiet on your end, drool from the cloth gag spilling onto your chin. You can faintly hear the radio over the rumble of the engine and occasional bumps in the road. Panicked hands are pulled taught behind you as you’re marched into the hotel, there’s no point in fighting, he’ll drag you in by your hair if he has to. Don’t worry about the barley human specimens grabbing at the cage as you pass, he would never do that to you, no, you’re to precious too him. You’ll be staying by his side whether you like it or not, freedom is a privilege.

This little mattress and collar connected to the wall beside his bed is all yours! Perfect for him to watch over you at all times. It’s also perfect for him to force his cock into you whenever he wants, keeping you underdressed and easy to access. You can scream all you want, bite the pillows for all he cares. No one is going to hear or be able to help you. Asa’s going to keep you all open and pliant at all times, toys buried in your holes to keep you nice and ready for him whenever he decides to fuck you face down into the mattress. It would be alot easier if you stop trying to break out of his hold. You’re just a set of holes, may aswell learn your place and take what he gives you, it’s all you’re good for after all. Or does he need to drug you?

Petplay is a favourite for both of you, the scenes can be intense even if non sexual in nature, just being kept as an unwilling human pet that’s nothing more than an animal to him, so either way it can be enjoyable.

Does puppy want to be let out of its cage? Why would you want that? You have blankets, a water and food bowl, chew toys. Everything a little mutt like you could ever need. Maybe if you wiggle your little silicon doggie tail plugged ass for him convincingly enough he’ll think about it.

You’re learning to do tricks just like every good pet should, how long can you take your masters cock down your throat before you choke? Not good enough, you’re doing this again until Asa’s satisfied with your progress. Keep your hands to yourself unless you want to be punished, scratch at his thighs for a breath and he’ll only fuck your face harder and longer, drinking in your distressed tears.

aww you want to breathe? Your master decides when you’re allowed to pop off of his hard cock, choking down a desperate breath. Maybe if your a good mutt he’ll let you hump his boot to get yourself off, after all, he would never touch a filthy desperate animal like you.

Aftercare is incredibly important and cannot be skipped. After the scene is over Asa will tell you how good you’ve been, gently untying you from any binds and carrying you to your shared bed. He’s more than happy to cuddle and pet you whilst you float in Subspace for a while longer. Easy to eat snacks will be prepared and fed to you, bottled water or juice sweetly lifted to your lips, helping you take small manageable sips. Once you’re feeling more present Asa will reassure you about the scene, letting you know he doesn’t actually think those things about you and how much he cherishes you.

Showering comes later, running you a warm bath complete with bubbles and oils, washing away the days activities and leaving you warm and supple. Comfy pyjamas are a must, Asa helps you into them before marching your ass straight back to bed, ready to take a well deserved nap.

[ryuichirou]

Azul×Idia headcanons... hand em over, I wanna hear them all, every single one

(You're artsyle is so scrumptious it's not even funny❤❤❤❤❤❤)

Dear Anon! Sorry for the late reply. I am very happy you like my artstyle, and I am especially happy that you like Azul/Idia. They are our first twst ship, they are actually the first twst ship that we’ve written headcanons about, and our first post with them was almost a year ago?? That’s a long time, but I still feel like we just fell in love with these two lol

Just in case, here are some previous posts with hcs about them:

The very first one

Some more headcanons (+the ones about the Marriage AU)

The one with octo!Azul

The one about the overblot versions of these two

There are also some about Idia and the OctaTrio, but you can find all of them in the according tag (“headcanons”), so I won’t link them here.

As you can see, we have a lot to say about them lol, but it’s been a while since our last hc post about them, so I’ll give you some new ones! God I hope they’re new… I hate it when I accidentally repeat myself lol

They are an odd couple because both are allergic to sincerity and have a hard time opening up to each other. It’s almost like they’re afraid that if they say something honest and romantic, the other one is going to laugh at him. And to be honest, Azul is worse at it than Idia. Like, Idia’s initial reaction would be laugh it off and say that Azul is cringe (as a defense mechanism), but he would actually appreciate it a lot and maybe even open up in return. Azul, however, is absolutely terrified of being rejected for his feelings and sometimes has a hard time reacting to Idia’s own sincere moments. But he’s slowly getting better, I guess.

Despite that, Azul is actually quite romantic sometimes. If he falls asleep in Idia’s room, he clings to him, his long limbs, his warm hair. He is actually quite needy when he lets his guard down. But Idia learned not to comment on that, because Azul instantly gets embarrassed and super pissed off and sometimes even bites him :( Ouch

They actually argue quite often. And god forbid if they argue about something that can’t easily get googled and prove one of them wrong, because this petty argument is going to last for ages. Sometimes it ends up being an arousing thing for them, but Idia always comments on how much of a cliché it is to yell at each other and then make out passionately.

Their sex life used to be super awkward at the very beginning of their relationship, because they are basically a combo of a socially inept hikki guy whose kinks and preferences are super far detached from a real human life, and a merman who didn’t have legs or human reproductive organs only 3 years ago. So they weren’t even super into sex at first, it’s just too much mental and physical work, too awkward and embarrassing. That being said, they did have their early horny moments when they got really carried away and way too into touching each other.

After they’ve been together for some time though, sex is going to become less stressful, at least for Azul. He learns very fast, and he is obsessed with getting better, so Idia is going to be overwhelmed and fucked in all the right places at the same time lol But they still have these vibes of two awkward but horny nerds sometimes.

There are periods during which they don’t have sex at all, and barely even have any romantic interactions. During these one might even think that they’re just friends, since they seem to be very neutral in the ways they interact and talk about games and stuff. Idia doesn’t mind it, but it’s a bit wild even to him sometimes how not interested in sex Azul actually is…because when Azul is aroused, it seems like sex is the most important thing in his life lol I guess this is an animal within him.

They aren’t really into bdsm, but they’re one of those couples who fall into the d/s dynamics naturally sometimes for some reason. Mostly because Idia is very bratty with Azul and likes to tease him, and sometimes Azul gets pissed off and reacts in a very dominating and overwhelming way, and then all of a sudden things happen… Let’s just say that Idia got spanked more than one time.

[jaskierx]

I manage to stay quite neutral-positive when it comes to famous people, including those in the ofmd cast, because I don't know them personally and I don't want to either tbh, but I usually give them the benefit of the doubt. I don't agree with everything Taika says and he puts his foot in his mouth sometimes, but the more people shit on him, the more it annoys me and makes me want to defend him, because the amount of hate he gets is so over the top for a lot of things? It seems like he can't do anything, can't say anything without people coming for him and it's becoming extremely tireing. I know people can't stand the thought of a successful and proud man of color and foam at the mouth at the idea of dragging him down, but this never ceases to anger me.

yeah absolutely. the frustrating thing is that people criticise him for such minor stuff that it's become very difficult to criticise him for stuff that warrants actual discussion because it just gets mixed in with all the rest of the whinging. and so much of what he gets slated for is stuff that would go completely unscrutinised if he was white

he's committed the cardinal sins of 1. being brown 2. being successful 3. being flippantly self-aggrandising in interviews and as a result people have decided that he's the devil incarnate and the man can't do right for doing wrong

i cannot believe people are willingly going on the internet and showing their whole ass by confidently stating that 'if david had known him better he'd have known taika couldn't commit to three seasons' like i'm sorry but who the fuck are you to say that. we all need to be a bit less parasocial but especially those fucking people

[lowlights]

Gif via @nicolethered

Changing Course

Javier Peña x f!reader // 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, angst, feelings. Semi-established situationship? PinV sex, cockwarming (this started as a kinktober thing), cum things I don't know, lots of feelings. Lots. Language. Takes place after the events of Narcos 1x10, but you don't need to know that to read it.

Summary: A knock on your door at 3 in the morning can change everything.

(Big thanks to @ezrasbirdie and @prolix-yuy who listened to me ramble about this for too long)

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Very few people know Javier Peña. 

Sure, people know of him. He’s got a reputation in the DEA and in the streets of Colombia, where he puts everything on the line for the mission. He certainly has a reputation with the ladies of Bogotá, where he is known as one of the good ones. Someone who is always going to be kind- a hard thing to come by these days. When he walks the halls of the embassy people watch and whisper, sometimes in awe and sometimes with derision. 

But most people don’t actually know him. He doesn’t allow it. 

You were one of the few that he allowed into his sphere on occasion. You had met him out at the bar with a mutual embassy acquaintance and he had taken you home that night. He did it the next weekend too, and later the next month he came home with you. It was supposed to be a casual thing, a way to scratch a mutual itch with someone who was safe, and neutral. You weren’t involved in each other’s daily lives and it was better that way. He didn’t put you in any danger and you didn’t complicate things for him, like everything else in his life it seemed. 

This went on for months, then a year, then creeping up on two. Your encounters became less frequent, something you chalked up to the nature of his work. He didn’t owe you anything, but damn it if you didn’t miss him sometimes. Maybe he finally found himself a girlfriend, a thought that made you chuckle, or perhaps he went back to the States. In the darkest hours, your mind would wander towards the worst-case scenarios. 

You weren’t expecting the slow series of knocks at your door at midnight, nor did you anticipate seeing his downturned profile when you peered through the peephole of your door. Stashing your baseball bat back by the door, the only security system afforded to you in your shitty little apartment, you unbolt the locks and throw open the door. 

“Fancy seeing you here, stranger,” you joke, letting him breeze past you before locking the door again. “Get lost on your way home?” You wait for a quip back from him, but one never comes. 

He throws his coat across the back of your couch like he always does, but instead of immediately coming over to kiss you he just slumps over on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose. You briefly wish you were wearing something a little sexier than a ratty old t-shirt and shorts, but that ship has long sailed. 

You hurry over and sit down facing him, one leg tucked under you, your bare knee against the rough denim jeans he usually sports. “Jesus, Javi, what happened? Are you alright?” you ask, worry settling into your bones. Javi is usually intense, but never like this. His shoulders relax slightly when you rest your hand on his thigh, and for the first time, he makes eye contact with you. Instead of flirtation and desire, you only see pain. 

The silence stretches, thick and heavy. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, just…tell me something, Jav,” you plead. “What the fuck happened?” You’ve never seen him like this, even during his worst times. His face is tense, jaw strained and brows scrunched. Maybe you should be annoyed that he goes for months without turning up, although you’ve been mostly annoyed with yourself for thinking about him too much. 

The Javi you know, who borderlines on chatterbox when he gets comfortable, is nowhere to be found. You ask the question that’s burning a hole in your heart. 

“Why are you here?” 

He rests his hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly. “I don’t know,” he says honestly, and you appreciate it. He’s never been anything but honest with you- as far as you know anyway. What started as an understanding had quickly bloomed into respect, laced with affection and something deeper than both of you wanted to admit. 

“I wanted some company,” he finally tells you. “Wanted to check in.” 

You roll your eyes because you both know the latter is bullshit. The former might be true, however. “I’m sure there are some nice women who you could pay for some companionship. But thanks for checking in, I guess.” 

He leans up to you, sliding his hand along your cheek and fiercely kissing you. This is familiar, this hunger. It’s him showing up at 2 a.m. or you dragging him into a cab after last call. It’s both of you needing to turn your too-loud brains off for a while. 

It’s both of you convincing yourselves that the feelings aren’t real. 

You throw one leg over his lap, straddling him while he yanks your t-shirt up and over your head. His mouth crashes against yours again, and you know your lip will be red from the scratch of his mustache if he keeps this up. You can feel his growing bulge beneath you and you whimper when his tongue pushes into your mouth. You like when he gets like this, greedy and lusty and consuming. 

After several minutes you finally break from each other, breathless and warm.  “Missed you,” he says as he kisses across your collarbone and down your chest. “Missed this.” His sloppy, wet kisses are a relief against your burning skin. You throw your head back and mewl when he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks just right, tongue swirling in agonizingly slow circles. 

“Me too,” you reply, holding his head to your chest and arching into him. His sweet, warm mouth - that didn’t taste like the usual whiskey, you think idly - moves to your other breast. You tangle your hands in his hair and tug, eliciting a deep moan that rumbles around your nipple. While Javi might hold himself back emotionally, he never held back his sounds of pleasure as he willingly gave you every pant and moan. 

Javi’s intensity bordered on frenzy tonight and before you knew it you were naked on your bed, sprawled out and watching Javi disrobe. His dark eyes never leave you as he unbuttons his shirt and tugs off his jeans. You bite your lip and dip your fingers into your wet cunt, letting Javi watch as you swiftly work yourself open. You want to be ready for him. Right now. 

You were done lying to yourself- you did miss Javi. No one had ever made you feel so well and thoroughly fucked before, but it was so much more than that. You also missed how he was looking at you right now, like he wanted to consume you. Like he needed you. Fuck, it felt good. 

“Wider,” Javi says as he strokes himself. “Lemme see, baby.” 

You oblige and open your legs for him to see. He stares unabashedly before crawling over to you, greedily kissing up your body as he lined himself up between your thighs. You welcome him eagerly as he pushes his cock inside of you with an excruciatingly slow thrust. It’s a tight pinch, uncomfortable at first but quickly giving way to a glorious stretch. 

Just as Javi feels you relax around him, he starts thrusting with a delicious drag of his thick cock. He moves faster and faster, grunting with the effort. It’s immediately overwhelming, between the pace and the intensity. It feels good - it feels amazing - but the look in Javi’s eyes is…off. 

“Javi, Javi. Baby, hold on,” you plead. 

Javi stops immediately. “Fuck, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” 

“You didn’t hurt me. But Javier,” you reach out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows, “Something is wrong. Just take…a minute.” You’re nervous because this is far from the unspoken agreement that you and Javi have had up to this point. It was just supposed to be sex, nothing more. Not this. 

Javi’s head drops to your shoulder. “Do you want me to go,” he says dejectedly as he starts to pull out of you. 

“No, no. Just stay right here. Stay with me.” You hook your legs around his thighs, holding him in place. It feels good, this fullness. Knowing that Javi is safe with you and buried as deep inside of you as he can get. You adjust your hips a bit as he gets comfortable letting his weight rest atop your body. 

You’re both quiet for a long, long moment. You run your fingers through Javi’s dark brown hair as you soothe whatever part of him needs it. Finally, Javi speaks. 

“I had…I had it handled. I did what I had to do. I had to-you don’t understand, I-” 

Javi’s breathing quickens and you shush him gently. “Take a breath, Jav. It’s fine.” 

“What if it isn’t? I think crossed the line so long ago I can’t even fuckin’ see it anymore,” he confesses, broken. 

You don’t need to know the specifics. Maybe Javi will tell you and maybe he won’t, but ultimately it doesn’t matter. You know he’s dedicated everything that he has to catching Escobar, sacrificing every bit of soul to doing what needs to be done. 

“You’re a good person, Javier Peña.” 

He scoffs. 

“Do you think I would lie to you?” you challenge him. “I know you. I know you.” Your own voice breaks, emotions coursing through your body. The past two years have been more than just sex, and it’s so obvious to you now. You’ve laughed with him and let him into your world in a way that you haven’t with anyone else. He’s come to you for so long because he trusts you, and more than that, he wants to be with you. He wants to be in your bed and in your arms and in that quiet space in the mornings where the world doesn’t exist.

Javi slowly drags his nose up your neck and across your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t push for more, kissing you as gently and as chastely as you’ve ever been kissed. It’s…god, it’s sweet, you think to yourself. It’s comforting, both for him and for you. 

You make the first move to deepen it as you run your tongue across his lips. He opens immediately to you and you let out a little moan as his cock stirs with renewed interest inside of you. Your heart starts to quicken as the kiss intensifies before you break free of his intoxicating lips. 

“Do you wanna…I need you, Javi. Can you-” you plead. 

Javi smiles at you, a genuine and overwhelming smile that makes your heart catch fire. Shit, you’re in so deep with this man. It’s terrifying. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you.” Javi repositions himself so that he can start moving in and out of you again, but with so much more care than before. He’s connected and that distant look in his eyes is nowhere to be seen now. Every breath, every thrust, every moan- he’s right here with you. 

You keep waiting for him to be scared and to pull back like he normally does. But nothing about tonight is normal, and Javi never shows you even a flash of fear or doubt. The moment you’ve been dreading never arrives. 

“You’re so good for me, baby. I don’t- deserve- you,” Javi admits as he snaps his hips against yours, almost to himself. You’re not even sure you’re meant to hear it. 

“Shut the fuck up, Javi,” you chide, digging your fingers into the meat of his back. “Don’t say that shit again, or I’ll throw you out right now.” 

Javi’s mouth quirks into an appreciative smirk and his eyes sparkle. Ah, there he is again. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Javi adjusts your hips just so, hitting that spot that makes your vision start to blur. He knows that spot so well, just like he knows everything else about you. Your gasps and moans tell him to keep going; he doesn’t need your breathy pleas not to stop. Although he loves every single one of them. 

Heat burns in your core and electricity courses through your limbs until lights explode in the corners of your vision. Your body quakes with pleasure and your cunt squeezes Javi, and fuck it feels good to come on cock like this. When your muscles finally relax enough, Javi pulls out of you and kneels between your legs. He pumps himself once, twice, three times, and locks eyes with you. 

“Come on me, Jav. Please.” 

That pushes Javi over the edge. You both watch as he decorates your belly and still-fluttering cunt with his spend until he can give you no more. You reach up and run your hand along Javi’s cheek, and let out a satisfied sigh when he turns his head to place a soft kiss on your palm. 

Months from now, you’ll tell him that this was the moment you knew you would love him forever. 

Reluctantly, Javi leaves the bed and walks into your connecting bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth and starts to clean you off. You wish he would use his mouth, but it’s 3 am. He gets a pass tonight. 

“Nice shot,” you joke, hoping to see his smile again. 

He rewards you with not only a smile but an amused chuckle as he finishes cleaning you up. “Nah, I was aiming for your tits.” 

You laugh and smack him on the arm. He settles back next to you and pulls the blankets up around you both.

“Staying?” you ask hopefully, bracing for an excuse about an early morning meeting. 

Javi gently turns your face towards his so that your noses are practically touching. “Can I?” he asks quietly. 

You don’t miss a beat before responding. 

“Yes.” 

[lxvebun]

period pains

buns notes: it's been 500 years since I wrote something for JJK and it's the first time I'm writing for Yuta so it may be a little rusty. I hope you all enjoy it tho!!

content Yuta/Gojo/Toji/Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff + comfort. Kissing. Tummy kisses. Neck kisses. Painkillers. Eating. Talk about cramps, dizziness, just common period problems. English is not my first language. Not entirely proofread.

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Yuta

He’s really sweet and attentive, especially on your period. You do have to guide him a bit with what you need from him and be very specific if he needs to buy something for you but other than that he does everything perfectly.  Yuta's most cherished comfort is physical affection, which is why he's extra affectionate during your period, trailing sweet kisses down your neck to your cheek, and pressing soft kisses on your stomach to soothe the cramps.Even if the kisses don't actually relieve your cramps, the hopeful look in his eyes and the soft smile on his face is still healing enough. If you have any sweet cravings, rather than buying it, he’ll buy the ingredients so the two of you can make it. it’s a way to distract you from the pain and curb your cravings at the same time. It works wonders. Making cakes and cookies together with the love of your life while soft music plays in the background and fresh air flows through the window makes any pain you were experiencing disappear

Gojo

Gojo takes great care of you when you’re on your period, even if he can't be there because he's at Jujutsu high. Gojo has a major sweet tooth so the fridge and cabinets are always stocked with the most expensive and tasty snacks. Really opening the fridge is like opening the door to a dessert store. Before he leaves for work he also makes sure you have enough painkillers, pads/tampons left, if not he’ll quickly buy some for you.  In addition to this, he also leaves a ton of colorful sticky notes all over the place, all with sickeningly sweet nicknames and random "gojo facts," and of course, before he leaves, he sticks one on your forehead after kissing it.

To distract you a little bit from the pain, he texts you throughout the day with reminders, silly pictures of himself or very random close-ups of Nanami and Megumi. When he gets home, even if he had a rough day, he’s still very attentive. He'll make sure you’re drinking enough water and holds you when the cramps or dizziness gets worse. He's good at calming you down when that happens.  While he rests your head on his lap, he will turn on your favorite movie, gently trail his fingers down your spine and occasionally draw invisible hearts and flowers shapes on your back, which leads to him trying to distract you from the cramps by making you guess what he is drawing,,,and then tells you you guessed wrong even if you were right because he's a menace like that<3

Toji

He’s amazing at handling your period. Whether you experience cramps, lightheadedness, sensitive headspace, or mood swings, don't worry, Toji will take care of you. He will get you anything you need and is not at all opposed to buying you period products. He knows your favorite items by heart at this point. He knows exactly what packaging to buy, what painkillers help the most, your food cravings, etc. When you tell him you've gotten your period, he presses a kiss on your forehead before heading to the store and coming back with a huge bag of everything you could need.

Toji is really good at coaxing you into sleep so he sometimes coaxes you into taking a nap to help you with your pain.  After you’ve eaten and taken your painkillers, he'll carry you to bed and then put on an ambience noise video, open a window, and make sure your heating pad isn't too hot before placing your head on his chest so you can fall asleep listening to his heartbeat. You always fall asleep within a few minutes like this. Toji doesn’t leave once you fall asleep nor does he join you for a nap either, he’s more so focused on your facial expressions and movement to see if you’re having a peaceful sleep. As soon as he detects that you're becoming restless, he starts pressing soft kisses on your forehead and smoothing his thumbs down your cheeks until you fall into a peaceful sleep again.

Sukuna

Sukuna becomes very a little worried and more protective than he already is when you're on your period. He hates seeing you in pain, especially when there is nothing he can do to make it stop. Usually, if something is bothering you, he will deal with it in his own special way violence but that is not something he can do here. He will do whatever you ask and get you anything you need. You need a heating pad? Luckily for you Sukuna runs very hot. Is it because he's so incredibly handsome or is it because he’s from hell? Who knows all that matters is that you can use him as your personal heating pad. Simply grab his arm and drop it on your stomach. He'll get the message, and if you're okay with it, he'll even give you a massage to alleviate the pain. He will get you any stuff you need, though he is a little wary of mortal medication, so he will avoid giving that to you unless you ask him to get you some. He also fears you'll choke on it, so when you're with him, the only way you'll get painkillers in your system is when he spoon feeds you yogurt or pudding laced with powdered aspirin. it's a little odd but also kinda sweet in a way. Sukuna makes your period a little more bearable but do be prepared to have him loom over you 24/7👁

thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[dailyfigures]

(not the same anon) i only saw the anime (not the full thing cause i hated it), ill try to keep the points neutral/factual & not let my opinion/bias shine through too much. heres some of the stuff that happens (spoilers obviously): 1. main character, adult man, works as a doctor. one of his patients is 16 year old idol Ai. she is pregnant. mc is obsessed with her throughout the show. when asked by a colleague if he'd hook up with her if given a chance he says yes. 2. a patient of his (i dont know her age, early/mid teens) is in love with him. she dies. 3. the doctor mc is killed. he is 'reincarnated' as Ai's child, while keeping his past memories, along with the teen girl patient i mentioned in (2.), now named ruby. mc is now named aqua. they are twins now. they don't know each others former identities 4. Ai is killed, which further fuels aquas obsession with her (it seems to be romantic since i believe he mentions being in love with her, her being his 'ideal woman' etc) 5. several teenage girls are also in love with him (while his 'reincarnation' is their age, he has the full scope of his past memories, making him at least 30yo in lived experience), while he doesn't seem to reciprocate their feelings (up to the point i watched the show at least), it's not treated as something he's against due to them being teenagers, moreso that he's too preoccupied with searching for Ai's killer. that's about it, im sure theres more in the manga & bits i havent seen, i personally really dislike the show but i'd understand if you were to keep up the figurines as despite those themes no actual incest happens to my knowledge (correct me if wrong or forgot stuff!), some of the designs are pretty i guess

thank you for taking the time to explain it to me anon! i'm sure there's good parts to it since it's so popular but yeah it doesn't sound like it'd be for me personally either.

i do find it hard to judge media like this without having seen it. i'm a big horror fan so i watch a lot of media that features things you should very much Not do irl but that doesn't mean all horror is inherently problematic. sometimes media is just an exploration of something fucked up without explicitly stating "this is Bad!!! Do Not Do!!!!" because they trust the consumer to realise that on their own.

having said that, oshi no ko doesn't sound like a psychological piece that explores the morals of incest and adult-minor relationships to me (from what i understand without having seen/read it! do please correct me if i'm wrong!). it sounds like it's just kinda very weird without challenging those themes much.

again, it's hard to judge that without having consumed it. i think i'll just leave up the oshi no ko posts i have and not add any more. i might have some in the queue so i'll remove those if i remember to. hope everyone is somewhat okay with that decision!

[boyswhowawa]

Artificer Design!!

Or at least me working on it!!

This is the last drawing I did, and I think it really shows off the design well!!!! I really love this design I came up with, and it's with heavy inspiration from @snickerdoodlesart, so a bit more on that, and the design! under the cut

First things first, the reason I chose to take inspiration from Snickerdoodles' design is, because it's just super fucking rad and gender, ajsd;flkkjas;fkldjadkl;sfja

HOWEVER, I understand completely if taking inspiration like this is not okay, and I would be fine with deleting this design and restarting should you say so, Snickerdoodles, genuinely

regardless, some fun stuff!

first things first, I did some studies of Snickerdoodles' design, just simple ones, because I wanted to figure out what it was that I really felt was so like... fantastic about it???

(the answer ended up being "god everything comes together so well, the shapes and the dynamics of the scars and how the explosive things interact with it all just make for such a wonderful design that is like, the PURE energy of the character it comes from, in such a sincere way that I feel like this IS the character in every facet of what they could be")

but what I learned was that like, I wanted to try to have fun with the scars! so that's what I went for!

So then I started sketching, and I had this idea with the face

I wanted the eye scar to be like, totally bright similarly to Snickersdoodles' (admittedly a lot of the face scar comes from snickerdoodles...)

but I knew with some bits *around* the eye I wanted to have these extra little cuts, that sort of just... idk i like doing cheek markings and I thought this was a creative way to do it!! also the eyebrow is just three lines that are sometimes meshed together<3

I really really liked this face, so I keep it going forward

this is the next sketch I did, to figure out where I wanted the scars to be placed!!

this is kind of where I slightly decided I wanted Arti's head kind of hunched forward at all times, big huncho boyo, she's great

I also wanted just, a BIG burst spot on their tail, and like...

then I was like "oh i'm gonna finish this sketch actually"

then I--- inked on the wrong layer. aj;sdlkfja;klsdfjakl;j

so it got stuck like this and I couldn't do anything about it....

I think when I do color my arti properly again, I wanna have it lean over to a reddish dark purple rather than this

also i think the cherry bomb thing being like woven into the spear cloth was too much, and doesn't really work for arti's bomb spears ?

i just messed up a lot, basically

Oh! Also this is where I was like "oh I can put extra little light spots in Arti's scars...."

then I did this to sort of vaguely show what an explosion from Arti might look like, or more accurately, Artificer 'Igniting', rather than just doing bursts, I imagine this Arti revving up and just being extremely hot for a while, letting out bursts of energy still, but not able to do it as easily from a neutral, unignited state

this was SO fun to do, using pink and yellow is really fun when i'm trying to do something with strong energy

this also is where I feel I figured out everything I felt I needed to still figure out with the design, the scar placements, the scar styles, the shapes I wanted, etc. etc.

and then finally, I did a sort of pseudo ref for Arti!

and while I am super happy with this, and super proud

more importantly than that, I want to be sure that this is *okay* with Snickerdoodles, it wouldn't be right of me to just, steal things from your design for my own sake, and it's not like I'm starving for design ideas, I can probably think something else up if I try hard enough, so there'd be no harm done, and if you're at all uncomfortable with me taking inspiration like this, just let me know as soon as you can

[lucciluvr]

with a s/o insecure about their smile ; headcanons

contains : self-deprecating language. scenario like headcanons. no pronouns so gender neutral. comfort. fluff with sanji. grammatical errors probably.

character : luffy, zoro, & sanji

request : “can i request for the monster trio where the reader is insecure about her smile? scenario please <3 also take your time on writing this“ — anon

edited : scenario version

a/n : sorry this took so long anon, hope you're still there. i didn't have the chance to use any pronouns so gen neut it is. hope you enjoy this :].... I'M SO FUCKING STUPID LMAOAOAO IT SAID SCENARIOS I JUST READ IT AGAIN AS I'M WRITING THIS NOTE. I'M GONNA UPLOAD THIS AND... YEAH, REUPLOAD A SCENARIO VERSION BWHAHAHAHAHAHHA. WHOOPS. SORRY!

monkey d. luffy

he didn't notice when you would cover your mouth whenever you smile, thought it was just a quirk of yours.

he was tickling you and holding your arms in place when you told him to stop and actually sounded upset despite the laughing.

immediately stopped and watched as you pull away and face away from him.

asked you what's wrong, genuinely confused.

when you told him about it, he disagreed and seems more confused.

he absolutely loves making and seeing you smile, and you don't even like your smile? :((

deadass asked you if he should stop making you happy.

sometimes you'd think what he says are just words without meaning, but you know luffy isn't the type of man to say things he doesn't mean, and knowing that with seeing him happy comforts you.

he doesn't give you advice but he does make you feel better with his own not to little ways.

roronoa zoro

now, he would notice but wouldn't say a thing unless you bring it up.

doesn't specifically know that you're insecure about your smile, just that something bothers you in moments nothing should, like when you're happy.

the two of you were hanging in the aquarium and he saw your reflection, you were trying to smile differently but frown before shaking your head and sighing.

asks what's bothering you and you said it's stupid, he disagreed and said "if it's bothering you then it's not" but wouldn't force you.

you said that it's your smile and it's ugly. it doesn't suit your face and you look better with a nonchalant expression rather than a smiling one.

he frowned and disagreed, said that "if that's what you look like when you're happy then it's the best you'll ever look."

he wouldn't push it any further and tells you to not sweat the small things, and that you look fine.

even says no one pays attention to your face like you thought they do 💀.

he means well, but he's not the one to emotionally be reactive against.

black leg sanji

before you were dating, you tried to hide your smile or not smile at all, he made it his challenge to make you smile and witness it.

he swooned and told you that he wishes to see your beautiful smile.

"beautiful? funny word, my smile is FAR from beautiful," you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic tone, but sanji noticed the truth in it.

as you started dating, he'll slowly build your confidence. no pressure, just slowly and surely.

first, you'd only smile around him when the others were absent.

VERY happy. tells himself he's the luckiest man alive because only he can witness your smiles.

a little sad because he wants to be special for that smile but of course, he cares more about making you comfortable with your own smile.

praises and rewards you when you make progress, not that he always does that anyways 🙄.

very supportive of your journey to confidence and will be there evey step of the way.

kisses the corners of your lips out of the blue when you grin.

all of them

if the cause of your insecurities is someone, they'll travel the grandline again just to punch, kick, and hack that mf up.

they all smile to themselves whenever you smile around others without you hiding it.

loves you for you and will never let someone make fun or mock you. not even yourself.

[ghouljams]

You do not sound preachy pookie bear <3 I wanna hear ur writing thoughts! Give us the character creation process for you (side blog for ghoul writing rambles when…? 👀)

A side-side blog is a good idea, I forget sometimes that this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it, and not like... y'all's library. I'm gonna writing ramble under the cut about character creation

God I love making characters, there's nothing more fun. Except maybe making pinterest boards for those characters. I'm just gonna talk about picking traits because I was recently talking to my friend about how to flesh out one of their characters, and because talking about my actual process got waaaaaay too long.

So the problem my friend had that I think a lot of people had is this: they'd created a character with no negative traits. Of course we don't want to see the bad parts of our OC babies, but they're important! The things that are wrong with us drive us, and my friend was getting really bored with their perfect good trait character.

I'm gonna talk about Goose for this, my favorite blorbo OC, because she's my favorite(sorry other darlings). And I hear you saying, "Wow Ghoul, but Goose is the perfect woman, how could you possibly come up with something wrong with her?" I hear you, I know.

Picking bad traits is really hard! That's why I always advise people to think of the bad parts of their good traits. One man's humility might sound like bragging to another after all.

Goose's core positive traits are that she's: confident, observant, empathetic, competent, loyal, friendly, and steadfast.

Now the bad sides:

She's highly observant to people's emotional states, which is often really annoying when you're trying to keep something to yourself. And especially annoying when Ghost is trying to keep being Ghost and not being Simon.

She's self confident, which can often come off as vain or arrogant in women. She knows what she wants and she's going to get it/do it even if she's not supposed to. (Like fucking Ghost)

She's got a steadfast view of the world, which often makes her blind to other people's intentions. This also makes her stubborn, and unlikely to change her mind when it's made up.

She's really fucking friendly, which can sometimes come off as fake to people that don't know her.

She's loyal almost to a fault. If one of her friends started a fight, she's sure they had a reason for it and they're probably right. Oh you cheated on one of her friends? Good luck with that broken nose and slashed tires. Birdie's in jail? Goose is probably in there with her because nobody fucks with the people she loves.

She's highly competent at her job, and isn't going to listen to other people's advice on how she does that job. This is again where Goose being one of the best can come off as braggy, or bitchy. She doesn't tolerate poorly done jobs, and would rather do it herself than have it done wrong.

Now it's also important to mix in neutral traits that people can go one way or the other on. Theses are the quirks that really make a character fun. Example: Goose is used to training animals and sometimes forget she isn't supposed to train people. Other character quirks could be things like: Love's love of horror and taxidermy, Witch's penchant for Irish goodbyes in the middle of conversations, or Birdie's love of fighting. Not necessarily good or bad things, but definitely quirks of the character.

OR if you're like me and love bad traits in a character you can do the opposite. Find the good in the bad.

Threat: is a flighty sex addict -> is free spirited, charismatic, and good at improvising(exits)

It's not always easy, but it makes it easier to figure out how other characters are going to interact with them. Plus it's a lot of fun thinking about the way different traits are perceived by different people. Anyway I hope this wasn't wildly confusing, I tried to keep it short.

Love you, thanks for letting me ramble <3

[wack-ashimself]

Liking the first season of 'Torchwood' BUT...

See, I knew of the show 10 years ago. Watched some of it. Hated it. Forgot about it. But was watching like top 10 most shocking tv deaths (or something like that) and they had season 4 (did NOT know they had that many) of 'Torchwood' on there, saying how the latter two seasons were SOLID AF compared to the first 2 seasons.

And I am getting into it. On the 1st season finale. But I gotta say this show has so many plot holes (record setting for just 1 fucking season), and characters who make the wrong call EVERY TIME, you wonder...who am I supposed to cheer for? Cuz, by the numbers, Torchwood has hurt far more than it helped so far.

The lead-she cheated on her boyfriend (with EASE. It felt weird how easy it was for her being in a committed relationship), drugged him, erased his memory, lied to him, and then (Spoilers) got him killed. Also thru negligence, released an alien that killed a BUNCH of dudes.

The butler-he literally chanced cyber men taking over the world, and got an innocent genius doctor killed, cuz he was too much of a COWARD to let his clearly dying gf go.

Tech lady-She reads everyone's deepest darkest thoughts, then got mad when Jack sent an alien who had been murdering for centuries into the sun. She's not bad, per say, more...neutral. She's harmed the least, for sure. That's such a low bar, tho...

Captain Jack-The original reason I watched the show. I LOVED his character on Dr Who. But...this is not him. Not the same guy. Not the free spirited, happy, goofy, witty, always ready, near-god. No. This is an immortal having a mid mid mid life crisis cuz he's lived so long and WANTS to die. Seriously, cuz of his shit, and the lead's, this is like a partial drama. I will say, tho, he has had to make some TOUGH calls which did not make him well liked, but I respected him cuz you knew, deep down, it had to be done, and no one else was gonna do it*.

The doctor-In the finale I am on, he was fired. And I hope his character dies. I fucking hate him. I hate his face, his voice, his actions, his brain; everything. He convinces the noobie to cheat with him, after he basically mouth rapes her. He's angry ALL the time, yells at people thinking he's a genius when he's like the 3rd smartest. He 'falls in love' with a women, tries to demand her to stay, and gets all pity party after ONE WEEK WITH HER. Can you fall madly in love in a week? Sure. But suicidal and a threat to others cuz 'you're sad'? Go fuck yourself, you bitch. Oh, and he basically openly chooses to chance ending the world NOT because he wants to save his team mates (tho he claims that) but because he's tired of being a bitch to the time tear (or whatever the fuck they call it).

So...WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CHEERING FOR? Jack is the only semi cool character, and he's still kinda an ass. They're ALL kinda...selfish, short sighted, fuckers.

But I will finish this series. Because, storywise, the themes and plots they got going, are HIGHLY original and almost always have 1-3 good twists I don't see coming. You don't understand: I have been exposed to so much media, I can predict most things I see within a short period of time (even whole movies from trailers). I'm SO good (or writing is THAT predictable) I actually can, based on context, guess, WORD FOR WORD some lines. Sometimes in real time. Not usually. But not too far off, either.

*I will say, the call the writers/show/characters are supposed to hate was Jack giving the child to the faeries. NO. GREAT call. Best call you could make. Every other call would have sucked. See-the girl was fucking evil. Sociopath. Straight up. Like the faeries. She hated everyone. Talked to no one, but the faeries. She was borderline evil. And the faeries straight up said if you don't give us the kid, we will kill en mass, starting with HER ENTIRE SCHOOL. And the girl WANTED to go. So...where's the problem giving up the kid? Her mom's sad? Who gives a shit. You just saved TONS of lives, an evil fucking kid is gone, and the fairies disappeared. Only one who really lose was the mom. Her long time boyfriend (he was an ass) and her kid: BOTH GONE, SAME DAY. That is cruel, but long run, genuinely, it's even best for her. Her boyfriend was abusing her kid behind her back, and her kid was cheering on the torture of kids. It's a win-win-win. Fuck you for trying to make me feel bad for him giving up the kid. She wanted to go, and I wanted her to go. Fuck her.

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Glitch

Submission reason:

I know I shouldn't have watched the reboot. I forced myself to try to power through because I need all the Ben 10 I can get. But this fucking reboot... sucks so fucking bad 99.999% of the time. So imagine how ECSTATIC I was when an actually interesting character showed up in the season 2 finale!!! Let me tell you about Glitch. He looks a lot like Ben, but he is not Ben. He was actually the bio sample (like a tissue sample with DNA and whatever) of a Galvanic Mechamorph (called "Upgrade," AKA a sort of liquid-metal nanobot-swarm slime alien) that the Omnitrix (Ben's space watch) would use to turn Ben into that species. This tiny sample was still kinda-sorta alive inside the Omnitrix, because the little individual nanobots were sort of alive on their own, but they were in a sort of stasis. Ben tends to fuck around with the Omnitrix a lot to see if he can get around its limitations. One time when he did this, while transformed into Upgrade, this caused the Omnitrix to glitch out and kick him out of the transformation. He was never able to turn into Upgrade again after this. It isn't until the season 2 finale that you learn what happened: the glitch damaged Upgrade's sample so severely it was unusable. The Omnitrix tried to repair the damage with the only thing it had on hand: Ben's DNA. The sample became a hybrid of that alien and Ben, woke up, and wandered off through the circuitry of the Omnitrix. This was THE most interesting thing to happen in this entire godawful show, and I was immediately obsessed with this weird little guy. His mannerisms are awkward but excitable, and he's just been living in there for like a month, subtly helping out and living his weird little autism-swag slime life. Nobody would have ever known he was there at all if it weren't for the season 2 "everyone gets beamed into the Omnitrix" finale special. I was so hyped about him, because he was the first actually-kinda-thought-out character in like 70 episodes. I assumed he would KEEP being a thought-out character. I was wrong. The moment he gets beamed OUT of the Omnitrix and into the real material world, he for some reason becomes a go-kart and is never a person (or even any other device) ever again. He is just a talking go-kart forever. I was genuinely expecting him to be like, Ben's new brother (which would have been a huge change but could definitely be interesting done right) or something, and have a whole arc about finding who he is or what it means to be a person since he was just born like a month ago, do a Pinocchio or whatever. But no, he's just a talking go-kart and they keep him in the trunk half the time. And the other half the time he's fucked off somewhere else giving random people Uber rides????? I'm not even making this up like he calls sometimes and they're like "hey glitch what have you been up to" and hes like "im doing rideshare work now" like???????????? what????????????????????? that mightve just been one time but it's seared into my memory. anyway i gave up partway into season 3 so idk what else happens i just checked the wiki and apparently he died. rip. i kinda ran out of steam writing this oopsies. TLDR: The Ben 10 reboot sucks ass (we all knew that but still). They came up with one single character that had potential to be interesting and then squandered it immediately.

Propaganda:

look at this meme i found about him https://preview.redd.it/nfaj7y3f8wd51.jpg?auto=webp&s=14b60247ddd0025a12e64981a96550b7851cda6d