#suggestion: misusing the sparring rooms

[transingthoseformers]

Valveplug ahead!

I'm so into the idea of silly and kind ES Optimus being a very mean, sadistic dom in berth. And some other kinks like that. Like chaining Megatron under the desk for spike warming 🤩

Obviously, consent would be a huge deal for him. Very important.

It's a good thing Megatron is so into it, then!

Like. One of their favourite things is Optimus threatening Megatron how he'll just trap him so nothing but his aft and valve are visible, so anybody who wants can fuck him. Being a public fragtoy is all you're good for, basically.

Of course they do vanilla interfacing as well. They just enjoy their scenes!

Consent is legitimately half the fun imo! Like. I've seen fics where Megs is explicitly stated to be a masochist, and I believe there's an interesting discussion to be had here about their pasts (not only the separate ones, but the one concerning their interactions) and how things are going after the war.

and I mean

yes

under the desk cockwarming, yesss. yes.

I'm remembering "The Games We Play", and naturally am gonna suggest all sorts of scenes revolving around Optimus being the Prime??

[choslut]

WE’RE SO BACK. a blog reopening event by @choslut.

hi loves! so if you didn’t know, i went on a little (long) hiatus and now, a year later, i’m making my official return as @choslut !! i’ve missed tumblr and i can’t wait to get writing again :)

to celebrate my return, i'll be posting a series of 12 short fics over the course of 24 days. it'll work a little like kinktober, with each character i decide to write for having a main theme being followed throught the fic. i'm doing this in the hopes that i can make this blog a little more active again and regain some of my lost followers !! most/all works will be nsfw, so, as stated in my rules, minors do not interact with this event.

this event will be starting on 1st sept and all fics will be posted under the tag " ❲ luna’s return ❳ ", so make sure to follow it if you want to see what i post over the course of the event !! keep reading to see this event's masterlist, and i hope you enjoy !! <33

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ ⌇ MASTERLIST : 11/12

works containing dark/heavy content will have topics highlighted in bold.

DAY 1 : DRESS UP DOLL ft. satoru gojo — wc. 0.8k

tags // lingerie, daddy kink, light praise, creampie, possessive behaviour, spanking, light choking, hickeys, overstimulation (if you squint)

DAY 2 : SHARING IS CARING ft. toji fushiguro + shiu kong — wc. 0.7k

tags // voyeurism, phone sex, male masturbation, dirty talk, cowgirl, mentions of threesomes, slut shaming

DAY 3 : FWB ft. aki hayakawa — wc. 0.9k

tags // friends with benefits, semi-hatefucking, dirty talk, banter, heavy petting, angst, drug misuse (weed)

DAY 4 : THE COLOUR RED ft. yae miko — wc. 0.8k

tags // shibari, implied dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, voice kink, slight hand kink

DAY 5 : BABY MOMMA ft. kento nanami — wc. 0.9k

tags // breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle

DAY 6 : BLACKOUT ft. childe — wc. 1k

tags // asphyxiation, choking, dry humping, sparring kink, hate sex, light dirty talk, semi-public sex, light spanking, clit slapping, squirting, creampie, loss of consciousness

DAY 7 : SAY 'AAH' ft. wriothesley — wc. 0.7k

tags // orgasm delay/denial, public sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, edging, slight exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, public groping, slight praise kink

DAY 8 : BITE ME ft. miguel o’hara — wc. 0.8k

tags // biting, size kink, fingering, squirting, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, teasing, paralysis, venom usage, mentions of blood/blood licking, dirty talk

DAY 9 : LUCKY GIRL ft. daichi sawamura — wc. 0.9k

tags // panty kink, bimbo!reader, locker room, panty fucking, slight dubcon, overstimulation, squirting, clit stimulation, light dirty talk

DAY 10 : SURVIVAL ft. sniper mask — wc. 0.9k

tags // outdoor sex, misogyny, manipulation, creampie, spanking, fucking to survive (not really but he says it is), wall sex, orgasm delay, slight mask kink, god complex!sniper mask, implied dubcon

DAY 11 : SWEET TALK ft. choso — wc. 0.7k

tags // cunniligus, dirty talk, body worship, male masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, mentions of face sitting, feral choso

DAY 12 : INKED ft. suguru geto — wc. 1.1k

tags // tattoos, slight masochism, dirty thoughts, suggestive actions, possessive behaviour, tattoo artist x florist trope, voice kink, dirty talk, praise kink, latex kink (if you squint), implied fingering, marking (literally and figuratively), implied virgin!reader, slight dubcon

see my main blog masterlist here !!

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[kemvee]

Read the story so far from the start here. 

NSFW - we aren’t called the Smut Coven for nothing ;)

“Please wait!” Cullen says as you turn to walk straight back out the door of the gyms boxing studio. Against your better judgement you hover by the entrance. You knew it seemed a little too quiet even for the final class of the day.

Things had been going so well since you moved into his apartment a couple of months ago. You were both looking forward to Mia’s wedding and had shared a few more tentative but hopeful conversations about your own future together. He was sweet, attentive and caring and for this first time in your life you had allowed yourself to hope that maybe he was the one.

That was two days ago.

“You wouldn't answer my calls” he said feebly from his position by the foot of the ring, not daring to approach closer.

“That’s because I’m angry and if I had talked to you I would have just shouted” you reply in a clipped tone.

“You could have-” he sighs “That is, I’d rather that, then to not hear from you at all. I’m sorry I froze when you put me on the spot but you are equal parts terrifying and beautiful when you’re angry.”

With a scoff at his unexpected flattery you turn and see the hopeful look in his eyes. His hand is up by his neck and he looks tired and worried. This had been allowed to go on for too long and if this was him trying to reach out with an olive branch then you would grasp it.

“You know this is a definite misuse of your power as the gym owner” you say with a tut as you gesture round the vacant room. “I know. Last time I promise” he says solemnly his eyes widening when you bolt the boxing gym door and saunter towards him. You see him gulp as you square up to him staring him down.

“Get in the ring” you say decisively.

His brow furrows in confusion “Can’t we talk?”

“I came here for a boxing lesson, so let’s box!” You say nonchalantly, strapping the Velcro of your training gloves across your wrists. Cullen ever the gentleman clambers up onto the side of the ring first and parts the ropes, allowing you to enter with ease. He follows and adorns his own gloves, asking as he does so “Head guards?”

“No head-shots” you say as a compromise.

Satisfied for your safety Cullen is now all professionalism. “Okay let’s start with some simple one-twos HEY!” Cullen yelps as you throw a barrage of quick punches at his open palms causing him to take a defensive step back.

“I am not a novice” you snap before furiously striking his raised arms once again. As your flurry ceases Cullen huffs.

“Clearly but I have no intention of sparring with yo - oof”

It’s not hard, but the low blow delivered to his abdomen is enough to stop his patronizing response.

It’s a bit of a cheap shot, you both know it. But it doesn't stop the smug grin from creeping onto your face as he shoots a confused scowl accompanied by a broken wheeze your way.

“Then don’t spar” you say with a shrug readying your arms and settling back into your boxing stance. “But I came here to work out some stress so unless you want to be a punching bag I suggest you defend yourself!” 

His eyes darken as he stares at you. You see how his gaze trails over your aggressive and unrepentant poise. He knows your body intimately, there is no doubt he can see the tension in your shoulders and the coiled anger still needing it’s outlet. Finally your eyes meet and understanding flashes in his eyes. 

There is a beat, two, three and you feel yourself flush as a dangerous smirk pulls at his scarred lip.

“Alright then” he straightens, tilts his neck to one side then the other and loosens his arms with a shake “show me what you’ve got.” You grin at his confidence and feeling lighter than you have in days launch forwards.

As you try a left hook he defends with a raised arm, your quick jabs he dodges with ease or parries with his own setting you on the defensive. Panting you circle each other, meeting for a quick exchange before stepping back to calculate your next assault. It’s exhilarating and exciting as you watch his eyes and body language intently, a game of chess but you are the only pieces as you dance around each other. Testing your reflexes and trying to predict each other's next strategy. Cullen never hits your body, but that doesn't stop him from testing your defenses when he can.

After five minutes you sense a pattern and know he is leaving himself open on purpose. Whether out of chivalry or because he sees your need to unload you can't be sure but however noble his reasons it doesn't stop you taking advantage, grazing blows to his arms and shoulders and occasionally landing a hit to his ribs.

With each circling flurry of attacks your anger ebbs. With each huff of exertion your fury cools replaced instead by a new sensation boiling your blood. Cullen is quick and deft, agile and precise and still without a doubt the man you love. You find yourself distracted by his hair as it starts to curl from the perspiration and admire the attractive sheen that coats his arms and dips below the neckline of his training shirt. Your lack of concentration shows and Cullen side-steps around you, clamping his arms firmly from behind in a fierce bear hug. You feel the air whoosh from your lips as it’s forced from your lungs. The pressure around your chest is dizzying but strangely gratifying as you feel your body cleaved to his hard planes. Grounded and protected and encompassed by him and his raw strength.

“Are you ready to call this a draw?” He murmurs against your ear, the little fissions of pleasure it causes blindside you, causing you to snarl and snap free of his grip.

“Not a chance!” you shout, spinning with a right hook aimed straight for his abdomen. Somehow he is quicker than you and doges the strike. Missing your target is costly and the unspent momentum causes you to stumble and trip backwards. 

In an instant he is on you. His arms caging your own and his strong body crowding over yours, pinning you against the ropes which dig uncomfortably into your back. He leans in closer and you feel your breath hitch at his nearness, your breaths mingling as you stare each other down.

“I know you are still angry with me” he whispers against your ear sending shivers across your body “you have every right to be.” He ghosts his lips across your throat causing you to gasp and betraying your very real desire to not only reconcile but to make up for the two days you have spent apart. Despite his superior strength he is being so soft, so gentle as he holds you close to him. You have to stifle a whimper as he nuzzles at your sensitive neck, his tongue flicking out to draw long languid paths over your electrified skin. Unconsciously your head tilts back, offering more of yourself up for his humble yet ravenous exploration of your body.

“But please, please let me make it up to you.” He begs and you hear yourself moan as he shifts his weight. His knee slides between your legs to part them and his strong muscled thigh now presses against your suddenly aching apex.

“Let me show you how repentant I am.”

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Let’s fill the world with Cullen Smut @kittimau​ @charlatron​ @jacklyn-flynn​

[alicepink-me]

The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

Chapter 9: History

Marinette's alarm went off, waking her. She rolled over and hit her clock, looking over at April. April laid in her bed with a book and reading light. She was wearing round purple glasses and more comfy clothes like yesterday. Marinette rubbed her eyes.

"You know, it's not polite to stare." April said, turning a page.

"Why are you awake?" Marinette blinked, breathing in. "It's five in the morning."

"I'm reading." She answered. "What's your excuse?"

Marinette threw her covers over and hopped off her bed. "I have a 6 a.m. class."

"Oh, say hi to the munchkins for me." April laughed.

Marinette rummaged through her dresser. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing." April turned a page.

Marinette rolled her eyes before grabbing her clothes and a small bag. She opened the door but stopped to see a blonde standing right there, smiling.

"Good morning, Marinette." The woman greeted, holding her hand out. "My name is Rebekah and I will be your tour guide for your first week."

"Uh . . . nice to meet you." Marinette shook her hand, awkwardly. "But my first class isn't until six."

"I know. I'm just waiting for you." Rebekah cheered. "I'll give you a tour at anytime and I'll be ready to take you to your class in . . . " She checked her watch. "Exactly fifty-eight minutes."

"Okay . . . sounds great, but I'm gonna get ready first." Marinette carried her stuff past her.

April rolled off her bed and moved to the door.

"Hi April!" Rebekah squealed

April gave a fake smile. "Hey Rebekah."

"I haven't seen you since last year. How are your classes?"

"Great." April slammed the door in her face.

. . .

"Alright, Marinette, first things first . . . I need all of your completed paperwork." Rebekah turned around in her tracks.

Marinette handed over the giant stack of papers before grabbing her bag. "Anything else?"

Rebekah flipped through them. "No . . . I think you're all set. I'll drop these off by Master Mantis later, but I'll show you to your first class now." She started walking.

Marinette followed. "Yeah what exactly is the first one and . . . basically all of my other classes?" Marinette asked. "My schedule was two pages, labeled day 1 and day 2, and they just included times and locations. There wasn't any other information."

"That's because we have one day of school/studying classes and one day of action/fighting classes. Neither are easy to begin with, but if we had both in the same day, students would only focus or excel in one." She admitted. "The study days are mostly history based while action days focus entirely on sparring and the miraculous." Rebekah explained, rounding a corner of the building. "You have four history classes today, all two hours each plus one one hour math class at the end of the day. Tomorrow you will have two two hour fighting and action sessions with your assigned group. I will look into your files tomorrow to give you more information on that." She turned left.

"Why would I need eight hours of history today?" Marinette asked, trying to keep up with her tour guide.

"Because you're here for a shorter time than the rest of us. You will only receive a crash course, yet a sample of each." Rebekah stopped by a door that a bunch of kids were going through. "And we're here."

"We are?" Marinette panted. They were walking really fast. Marinette watched the crowds of kids walk by. They couldn't be any older than thirteen. "These are my classmates?" She raised her eyebrows. "Why aren't they . . . more . . . my age?"

"Most people start training at the academy when they are eleven or twelve years old. You obviously have been here for like ten hours, so you don't even have the beginners level of information." She said. "Which is why you have four. You have one class for each age group."

"I didn't think I drew enough attention to myself already." Marinette said sarcastically. "This should be fun."

"I'll leave it to you then." Rebekah grinned before prancing away on her high horse.

Marinette inhaled. She walked inside and looked around the classroom. It might be best for her to sit in the back, away from everyone, and luckily there were still some empty seats. Marinette slid into a desk, waiting for class to start. There was probably one hundred twelve year olds in the room with her. Either they'll think she's the same age because of her height or Marinette's gonna get made fun of by a bunch of prepubescents. Luckily they hadn't noticed her yet.

"Alright class." The professor walked in and set his briefcase on the counter. The class immediately silenced. "Today's lesson is about the most important event to ever occur at this temple. A temporarily fatal day that permanently changed our lives and futures." The class stared at their teacher with curiosity. "Does anyone know what this time was?" No one answered. "It may be mid-semester, but I think now is the right time to introduce this unit." His eyes locked with Marinette before picking up a piece of chalk. He wrote on the board. "This event was known as The Great Massacre by Wang Fu or The Temple Buried in Time." He turned back to the class. "And since all of you are our newest pupils, none of you were born yet. It's recent yet decades old." He breathed in, pondering. "This Massacre lasted 166 long years . . . and was only cured six years ago."

The class began to murmur. One kid raised his hand "Why haven't we heard about it before?" He asked. "166 years is a long time, but it wasn't even mentioned back in my hometown."

"I'll answer that only because you all are beginners." The professor sighed. "No one, unless they have attended this academy, knows about the existence of us, so our history is hidden as well. News stations will report on heroes, but no information about their origins or identities will be released. If we allowed our secrets to be known, our safety as well as this temple would be in peril. There would be no order and all power could be stolen."

"Actually." Another girl started. "I heard about a story whenever I was seven. The news mentioned a mysterious temple reappearing."

"Yes, that is correct." The professor continued. "But once the story was released, we used some of our miraculous holders to convince every news station that discovered the incident, that nothing unusual or interesting was here. After all, they already had two heroes in their city to focus on. We made the reporters believe that there was no need to ever come back. After that, there weren't anymore stories reported and the general public completely forgot as if it never happened."

Marinette adjusted in her seat, recrossing her legs. Every ambitious child in the room whipped out their notebooks and aggressively took notes on the astonishing information. Marinette didn't really need to since Master Fu had already taught her about his past years ago and she was present for the temple's reappearance. This class seemed more like a refresher course than a complicated history class.

"So this is where the problem started." The professor began, turning back to the chalkboard. "A young guardian in training named Wang Fu made a horrible mistake that cost us dearly. He was assigned the regular training assignment that required guarding the Miracle Box for a measly 24 hours, but . . . the man's hunger got the better of him and he misused this task by stealing the peacock miraculous. Fu then used the miraculous to conjure up a creature that would bring him food, but because of his lack of training with that power the monster turned on his creator. That monster devoured every other miraculous and later the people here as well, including me." The class gasped. "The temple burned and all was lost, but Wang Fu never looked back. He grabbed the Miracle Box that he misused and ran, leaving his mess behind and that monster raging. It wasn't until 166 years later that two of his own uneducated students defeated the monstrosity." The professor turned around. "That man left everything to ruins and never bothered to finish his mess. It required two unqualified tweenagers to do it instead, bringing such shame to our group." The professor sighed. "And to top off his crimes, he lost two miraculouses after that fateful day, the peacock and butterfly. Both were found and used for evil purposes, which we will discuss in tomorrows lesson about Paris."

These kids shouldn't be brainwashed like this. Master Fu wasn't a criminal. Marinette raised her hand, even if it meant outing herself.

The professor glared at her. "Yes, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"

Oh, he knew her name. "I'm sorry, but . . . some of your facts are wrong." Marinette said.

He squinted. "How so?"

"Well . . . one of the council members actually told Master Fu to run. He didn't leave without looking back. He tried to fix it, but before he could, everything was desiccated in destruction." Marinette continued. "And Master Fu did not leave the monster. He had believed it was destroyed in the fire, but it was later discovered in a rock formation by Mayura. Mayura was a villain, which I'm sure you already know, and she brought the creature back to life. Master Fu's pupils took down the monster that was believed to be indestructible and the temple was restored." Marinette paused, smiling. "You'd never know how happy Master Fu was when he found out that everything had returned. He wasn't some sort of villain who prayed for death and destruction."

"Hmm." The professor's eye twitched. "I suppose your view is slightly distorted since you were taught by him rather than at the temple. Maybe it's only opinion rather than factual."

"I guess the same goes for you." Marinette suggested. "The lesson would be a little biased if it's taught by a survivor of the incident."  

"Seems fair." The professor nodded, turning back to the board. "Now, class, your assignment for the week is to think of your argument." He wrote as he spoke. "How guilty or innocent is the man? What are your thoughts and if Wang Fu was still alive . . . how should the matter be dealt with?" He turned back to the class and looked at Marinette. "I'll be interested to hear your thoughts."

The rest of class was boring and frustrating for Marinette. She had heard everything before and lived part of it, yet every detail was distorted. That professor taught from his point of view, which clearly despised Master Fu. And she can almost guarantee that all the other professors are sharing from their point of views as well. Now, every child that trains at the temple will grow up believing them. They have no reason not to.

. . .

Lunch:

The temple's café was set up like a buffet with several different lines leading to different types of cuisine. Ninety percent of the food was healthy and the only weird thing here was the entire corner for protein bars and drinks. There was a huge crowd around that section. It was probably included since there's so much training at the temple. Marinette did overhear something about a wellness class, so everyone else is apparently trained for that specifically. They're specifically in tune with their diets and understand exactly what they need for their own bodies to maintain their powers at a maximum.

Marinette entered a smoothie line. She figured it might be best to start out with something simple for her first day. She didn't want to spend too much time looking at all the options, seeming like a lost puppy. Marinette might be new, but she didn't want to look like a sad freshman. It was hard to see around the hoards of students anyway.

She stepped up in the smoothie line. There was a tablet to design your smoothie and order it off of. Marinette reached for the tablet after the next girl, typing in her name and picking out ingredients. She put the tablet down as the girl behind her squinted.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" She questioned. Something about her tone was off.

"That's me." Marinette turned to her.

The girl picked up the tablet to punch in her order. "I heard about you. You're that girl." Her tude was ripe. " The one who just walked right in, demanding special treating."

Marinette's eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't-"

"I heard enough." She interrupted. "I know what you are, I know all about your past, and I won't let you believe you're better. You don't deserve to be here in the first place."

"I know." Marinette nodded, taking a step down in the line.

The girl's eye twitched as she set the tablet down. "I'm Priya, last name not assigned yet, and I have been here for eight years. You have been here for eight seconds, yet you have an enormous amount of power over me. And did you train for it? No. Did you earn that right? No. And why are you here? To make up for the fact that you cheated the entire system that has been in place for centuries and don't want the guilt to eat away at your soul anymore. Please, don't plead innocence."

Marinette's mouth hung open. "I'm just trying these classes out. I can leave anytime with my miraculous, but I've chosen to stay here for now to understand the history better and to receive partial training. I'm sorry that I wasn't raised with the same lifestyle as you."

"And that's the problem." Priya moved down the line. "You can leave." She glared at Marinette. "I have worked day and night for eight years . . . and I don't have a miraculous. So I don't want to hear your self-centered sob story about how you've changed your path and you want to fit in with the world that never picked you just because you feel destined to be a part of all the magic. It's kind of sad really. If you really felt bad, you would've given up that power and left it behind because you shouldn't have it and there is no way you can start over from the beginning to earn it."

Marinette scooted down the line, standing in front of the barista. "I guess we're just going to live with it. I can't change my past, but I can alter my future here."

"Oh I'll live with it." Priya smiled. "We're in the same class tomorrow after all. There's no way you'll win against us. Once you step into that classroom, you're just prey to the wolves."

Marinette smiled. "We'll see."

"Marinette?" The barista asked.

Marinette took her large smoothie and sipped it. "Class should be fun and you can crush my experience all you want, but even if I get my butt beat . . . I can't feel anything worse than I already have this week."

Priya watched her strut away, Marinette slurping her smoothie with a grin.

. . .

Later that Night:

Marinette reached her dorm room and unlocked the door. She walked in and saw April sitting on her bed, reading. Marinette stopped and stared at the book, her eyes widened.

"My diary . . . " She mumbled. "You're reading my diary?!"

April sprung off the bed and held it behind her back. "To be fair, you are pretty sketchy." She admitted.

"I'm sketchy?!" Marinette threw her bag on her bed.

"You are a cheater, whether you accept it or not." April shrugged. "What am I supposed to believe?"

Marinette took a deep breath. "Just give it back." She held out her hand.

"I won't be so harsh anymore." April handed it over. "I think I understand you a little better now."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed. I only publicized my entire life inside that journal." Marinette said sarcastically. "But I can forgive a fraction of it if you aren't so bitter all the time."

"Oh please, everyone here is bitter." April snorted. "It's survival of the fittest. Any kindness can be taken advantage of. It's how we are." She leaned against the bed. "And people don't lie in their diaries because they don't plan to show people, so I've learned the real you by reading your secrets."

"Well that's great." Marinette hopped on her bed. "I'm glad my life story and miserable love life brings you reassurance."

"It's not that bad." April walked to her closet. "At least I don't have to kill you in your sleep because of my debilitating trust issues."

"Would you actually do that?" Marinette shoved her diary under her pillow.

April smiled. "Why do you think I didn't already have a roommate when you got here?"

[draconako]

Draco Reviews: Breakouts [Wattpad Novel]

Title: Breakouts

Author: tla7539

Thoughts:

The writing itself is alright. At times, it's stilted [the first paragraph comes to mind] and there are times punctuation gets misused. The dialogue is a bit too loose and overexaggerated for my liking in a lot of areas.

I feel like there should be more research about how OCD works because while Sage keeps SAYING he has OCD, the most it's displayed through is his need for organization? Which is a stereotype about OCD. I feel like there's hints he COULD have intrusive thoughts? But if that's the case, it needs to be made more evident. Sage's mental illness needs way more fleshing out.

The characters could also use more fleshing out. I can't tell any of Sage's sibling apart. Which I mean, they only showed up in a phone call, but still there should be something that distinguishes them past "this one is seven and this one is the oldest and..." Also, right now, Penelope's only defining traits are that she's helping Sage and she's a jealous asshole when it comes to girls hitting on her older brother. She's an older teenager. Why does she care, unless she has romantic feelings for her brother?

The description could use some work, especially when talking about the "warehouse". The Base when Sage first gets there is called a "warehouse looking room"... if a room is the size of a warehouse, it works just as well to call it a warehouse. And in general it would help to give a basic floorplan? Where are the rooms in relation to the main room, for example?

In terms of setting, how do these powers work? It's heavily suggested genetics has something to do with it. So why doesn't Sage's family exhibit any sort of powers?

Also, if this book is science fiction, why are the people with powers called Paranormals/Supernaturals? And furthermore, science fiction entails there's a scientific explanation for everyone's powers and so far there's nothing in that vein. Maybe it comes later. I don't really know.

And finally, there are quite a few logistical errors with this book.

-The attempted setup of tutoring. The story starts off in a college classroom, among other college students [and maybe a couple fellow Running Start students]. And I'm expected to believe that in this college setting, Sage is forced to tutor a failing fellow college student. Perhaps it's different in Pennsylvania, but I'm a college student. Where I go, if you're failing, it's up to YOU to fix your own grade. Unless you have a VERY good reason, YOU have to seek tutoring yourself and YOU have to work to fix your grade It's very unbelievable to me that Sage, who is a HS student attending college [through Running Start, I'm certain], would be forced to be a tutor for a college student because that doesn't happen. Aforementioned failing college student is the one that has to seek these services. The teacher would not be the one to do all of this.  Students paid to be in the college classroom, so it's their responsibility to take care of their own grades.

-I'm not sure I buy the whole "college student bullying a RS kid" like I guess it COULD happen but normally by college people learn to stop giving a fuck. I'm not as firm on this element.

-This whole "IQ" bit. IQ doesn't really mean much of anything, honestly, and Sage's IQ gets mentioned so many times I kinda feel like it's just him verbally jacking off to how smart it makes him sound.  

-Phrases and how Sage handles them. Particularly, in chapter two when Penelope called him Einstein as a joke and he felt the need to correct her, but immediately afterwards displays he understands turns of phrase and how to use them. So... was he correcting her to jack off about his smartness? Or was that a character inconsistency? Was he just being an asshole?

-Sage's family. His mother just. Is okay with him being gone for several days? Why? I know she's typically slated from what I'm seeing as uncaring and such but still like... Sage keeps playing up that she would care? Unless he was lying, I guess.

-Why the fuck isn't Penelope wearing protective gear in chapter six? I get it's so she looks "tough" or whatever but honestly that's really really stupid of her. And also, as much as I love she punched him... why in the chin? Pick somewhere that won't seriously injure him or, ahem, give him a concussion. In general, in traditional sparring scenarios it's a good idea to avoid the face overall because shit like this happens. Not to mention, she heeled him in the nose. Hard enough and she could've killed him.

I know this is all to prep for fighting Spectrum, but it all doesn't mean shit if you kill the person you're sparring with.

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