#yes i made this exclusively for me no i don’t care yes i am a lil sorry i love him u’ve heard it all before. dilly i’m kissing ur forehead

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with a big-chested reader

Pairings: Nanami x reader; Geto x reader (nsfw); Yuji/Sukuna x reader; Gojo x reader

Word Count: 4,4k (she's big)

Warnings: THIS IS A FIC WITH A BIG-CHESTED READER! so if this triggers you, don't read it (especially in Sukuna's part, you might get triggered when having smaller boobs so just do me a favor and don't read it instead of leaving a sassy comment), boob play in Geto's part so nsfw, in general harassment but big old fluff from your faves, not proofread bc I have my final exam tomorrow - hope you enjoy! 🤍

Special thanks to one of my moots for letting me turn her cleavage into a cover for this fic - you look STUNNING + thank you to everyone who sent me their experiences for this!

Since I'm not big-chested myself, I'm calling all my big boobie girlies to leave me a lil review about this fic - it would literally help me so much 😭

Click here to get to the small-chested version

Nanami Kento

You sigh to yourself, too exhausted to even stand up straight anymore. Today was like a trip to hell and back. All those fucking curses, the death, the horror. You rub your tired eyes, the stinging pain in your back reminding you more than urgently that you have been up for way too long.

“You look tired, darling. Go change and get into bed with me.”

Oh, that deep voice behind you, the voice you learned to love to the moon and back. How did it even happen that a man like Nanami Kento was seeking interest in you? What was it that made a man like him even look your way? You’ve known each other for quite some time, seeing each other on missions from time to time. But when you began to work at Jujutsu High, everything changed so fast that you couldn’t keep up. And now you’re sitting here in his bedroom, watching in awe as he crawls into bed with nothing but his boxer shorts on.

You would love to get out of your uniform right now, But most importantly, you urge to take off that soaking wet bra that has been bugging you since afternoon. You have no choice, though. With a large chest like yours, it simply isn’t possible to leave the house for missions without extra support. You glance at him while he reads in his book, your gaze falling to your chest.

This isn’t exclusively about missions and you know it. Even though you’ve been together for a few months now, you were never brave enough to show Kento your breasts. Not without a bra, let alone completely naked. Just the thought of him seeing how your big breasts fall down when they slip out of their bra shells, the look on his face when he realizes that you don’t look like those large-chested models with their boobs standing like mountains. Yours definitely don’t. And you fucking hate it.

“I know that look on your face. You are uncomfortable, aren’t you?”

His soft voice rips you out of your pondering immediately. Fuck, he caught you again.

“No…I mean…Yes, kinda…”

You can’t lie into his gorgeous face, not even when the truth makes you feel so uncomfortable. Oh, how much you wished you look the way he deserves it with delicious female curves that suit his flawless appearance. But as soon as you look down, you just know how awful your boobs will look when set free. So you’ll do what you do every night: wait until Kento is asleep to finally take off your bra only to set an alarm in the morning to get up before him and put it back on.

“I always wondered why you are waiting until I sleep to take off your bra and put it back on before my alarm goes off.”

You can’t help but stare at him, mind racing while your palms start to get sweaty. Fuck, how did he even notice? No, why did you ever think he wouldn’t? Kento cares about you like none other, never pushed you to take off your shirt, never failed to ask you how you’re feeling.

“Listen, darling.”

He gets off the bed and kneels down in front of the chair you are sitting on, gently taking your hand into his.

“I just want to make sure you feel comfortable around me. Am I the reason that you don’t want to take your bra off? I can see clearly how uncomfortable it makes you feel.”

“No!”, you blurt out immediately.

Calm down your tingling nerves, this is ridiculous. You stare blankly at your hands intertwined with his.

“I mean…It has nothing to do with you, it’s me.”

“How is this about you, love? There is no reason for you to feel uncomfort-“

“I’m afraid.”

You swallow hard. Are you oversharing? Will he laugh at you for something so ridiculous? But what if he sees you naked at some point, his gaze dropping to your chest only to be greeted by your large hanging chest? You can imagine the look of disgust on his face, how he turns away from you, how-

“Hey, look at me darling. Look at me and tell me what’s wrong”

He cups your cheek gently, forces your haunted eyes to look at him, to stare into his orbs filled with sincerity. There is no way out of this, you can’t lie into his gorgeous face.

“When I take my bra of my breasts just…hang. It’s even visible through my t-shirt…”, you mumble, cheeks redder than the devil.

Thick silence hangs between both of you, his gaze still as soft as before. What is going on inside his head? Is he secretly laughing at you, does he even care about what you have to say?

“Let me make a few things clear.”

He lifts himself off the ground and pulls you up. You squint your eyes, mind racing over why on earth he made you stand up. Is he going to leave, to laugh?

“First of all: I love you just the way you are. I love your gorgeous smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. And I love your breasts-“

“You didn’t even see them yet.”

“I don’t have to in order to know that”, he continues.

“Nothing makes me sadder than seeing you uncomfortable each and every night before going to bed. Of course, I don’t know for sure, but I imagine it to be really painful after some time. Isn’t it digging into your skin?”

Oh, you think about the countless times the sweat underneath your bra made you almost go insane, the red streaks that visibly show where the wire cut into your skin all day.

“It kinda is…”, you confirm with low voice.

“Don’t do this to yourself. I adore you just the way you are and I am dying to see you laying comfortably in your t-shirt next to me. So please, would you allow me to take it off for you?”

Your eyes widen in pure shock. Is this a bad joke, is he just teasing you? No, this is Nanami Kento. And the way he gazes at you with nothing but affection gleaming in his eyes tells you that he’s telling the true, that this is what he wants right now. But are you ready to expose yourself like this? What if he’s still disgusted after saying all those nice words?

You let your head fall against his chest, breathe in his delicious scent. A voice deep inside you tells you to stop, to just relax inside his arms. This is the man who chose you out of all people, who stood by your side no matter what. Kento proved more than once that he loves you dearly, never made you feel the slightest bit bad about yourself.

“Go ahead…”, you mutter against his chest.

His hands wander up your back gently, make shivers run down your spine until he reaches the clasp of your bra. Your heart simply stops when he unclips it through the fabric of your shirt. You fade into darkness as soon as his hands wander up to your shoulders, slide down the thick straps and pull down your bra until he finally lands on the floor.

Slowly, he takes a step back and picks it off the ground.

“You will never have to wear this again when you are home with me, okay? Not when it makes you feel so uncomfortable”, he gently speaks out.

You stare in awe while he carefully places your big bra over the chair and returns in an instant to pull you close against his chest.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep.”

“Yeah”, you mumble, body slowly but surely getting flooded by warmth.

“Going to bed sounds good…”

Geto Suguru

You feel hot but at the same time cold, turned on but at the same time scared. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. At this very moment, none other than Suguru Geto is laying on top of you, kissing you so passionately that you forget how to breathe.

What an overwhelming feeling it is to call him your boyfriend for a few months now. Such a kind and loving man, always looking out for you, giving you the time you needed for this to finally happen. You couldn’t believe your own ears when whimpering that you want him, that you are ready.

But are you really ready for showing him that part of your body? The part that began too grow way too early in your life, the part you’ve always got picked on by all the other girls.

“Look, there she is! She looks like a cow ready to milk!”

“That cleavage…She’s literally begging for it, what a bitch.”

“Ew, are those pimples on your tits?”

You know you are better than that, that your big breasts just belong to you and that you should love yourself just the way you are. But with none other than Suguru laying on top of you, his hands slowly but surely coming dangerously close to your breasts…

“Wait”, you breathe out, haunted eyes making Suguru stop in his tracks in an instant.

“Did I do something wrong? If you don’t want to, we don’t-“

“No, this is great. I- … I waited so long for this. But I just wanted to let you know that…”

You swallow hard. Are you acting ridiculous, destroying the moment with your behaviour? Suguru’s chocolate brown orbs don’t show a hint of annoyance. Instead, he gently strokes your hair while waiting for you to move on.

He deserves to know it

“I might not have the nicest boobs. They are big, but not well formed like the ones of those models. I tend to sweat a lot underneath them, my skin breaks out from time to time and my nipples might be-“

“Stop that right now, (y/n).”, Suguru gently interrupts you with a grin.

But it doesn’t look like the grin of the girls who picked on you for years. No, this grin is filled with warmth and loves, fills you with what feels like confidence. After all, he said that he loves you just the way you are over and over, right? Still, he didn’t even see your boobs. What if he changes his mind?

“There is absolutely nothing, and I mean NOTHING about you that isn’t ‘nice’. I don’t care about what the chest of random models looks like, to be honest I don’t care about anyone but you. And you are everything I want, you are everything I see, you are everything I love.”

His words make you tear up in an instant, send your whole body into space. As long as you can remember, no one ever said really nice things about your breasts and therefore you. You were either insulted or sexualized. But that force of a man on top of you…He just looks into your eyes that are filled with nothing but warmth. This man means every word he says.

“Well, that’s cool”, you mutter without even thinking about your words, lost in the sheer sight of his sincere eyes.

There is no one in the world you want to show your boobs more. Like in trance, you pull up the hem of your shirt and let it fall to the floor mindlessly.

“Are you okay with me touching them?”, he purrs against your ear.

A silent whimper escapes your lips while you simply nod, whole body on fire where it touches his. Painfully slow, he lets his hands wander down your hair onto your shoulders, trace the line of your collarbones until he reaches…

Your breasts.

What an unknown feeling. But oh, what a sensation as well. You arch your back out of instinct while he massages your breasts, the feeling of his fingertips against your still skin alone simply driving you insane.

God, who would have thought you’d ever hear Geto Suguru moan against your ear by just looking, touching, squeezing your boobs? His eyes are darkened by lust, the way his heart pounds against his ribcage echoes through your very own body.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. I can’t stop looking at you, (y/n).”

You feel like flying, fainting, losing your balance. There is no doubt in the fact that this man adores you the way you are, that your constant fear of him not liking your large chest was more than unfounded.

“So…you don’t mind the way my breasts look?”, you whimper underneath his bittersweet touch.

“More than that, I adore you”, he replies in an instant. “And now, let me see you in your full glory.”

Yuji/Sukuna

You’re back feels like it might break every minute, shirt dripping in sweat in the sheer heat of the summer sun. You just want to get out of here, away from those disgusting people, back into your dorm. How stupid it was to leave Jujutsu High on your own for a little stroll through the city. Without the protection of Maki or Nobara, without any good friend who shields you from all the unwanted looks your large chest attracts. While most people think it must be a blessing, it definitely is a curse to you 80% of the time.

Just like right now.

“Come on, I just asked for one grab!”, a guy shouts after you.

Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, not even daring to turn around. What did you even do to catch his attention? You gaze down at your breasts that uncomfortably bounce up and down in the way too tight bra you are wearing today. No, you did absolutely nothing wrong. It’s just these disgusting people who seem to see nothing but the size of your chest.

“Why would you want to touch her? She looks like a cow”, the girl next to him comments along with an ugly laugh, making your heart sting in an instant.

“What a slut”, another voice mutters.

“Oh, I didn’t know you are out today! How are you, (y/n)?”

Your heart almost stops inside of your chest, hands beginning to tremble in an instant. No, not him. Not right here when these people are chasing you. If there’s someone you don’t want to hear those things about you, it’s Yuji Itadori.

“J-just…l-leave”, you stutter.

“Huh? But I just met you! Would you like to watch a movie with me?”

“Look, the cow brought her friends!”

“Do you think he’ll get in her pants today?”

“What a lucky bastard, I’d love to touch them just once…”

Yuji’s face drops in an instant when realizing their words are directed towards you.

“Hey, there’s no need to be rude”, he begins but gets stopped by uncontrollable laughter immediately.

You want to die right here on the spot, disappear from the surface of earth. As if being treated like this wasn’t enough, why does it have to be Yuji who witnesses it all?

“Step aside, loser. Let me handle that.”

Sukuna leans forward in his throne, thick anger rising inside of his chest. You, the one who caught his eye when he first saw you. You, with the immense powers. You, with a dangerous mind that could end wars. Who are these people to talk to you in this manner?

“Are you crazy? I definitely won’t let you out right now”, Yuji replies in an instant.

“You aren’t able to help her brat, now get lost!”

“I won’t let you-“

Enough.

“Now who exactly do you losers think you are, huh?”

That voice, that aura? Your mouth feels dry like the desert in an instant, eyes widen in pure shock. No, this is impossible, Yuji is in control over his body, this can’t be-

“With tits like yours, I would be jealous of someone gorgeous like her as well”, he spits at one of the girls following you.

“And you.”

With a swift motion, he grabs on of the guy’s wrists roughly. Just a little more pressure and it will snap.

“P-please. Don’t!”, you shout after him.

Urgh, why does your begging voice make his grip loosen in an instant, what is it about you that made him switch with this brat anyway?

“Were you really just trying to touch her chest? Thinking just because she has a big chest, you are allowed to touch her, to sexualize her, huh? You humans disgust me with your simple desires”, Sukuna continues.

“If it wasn’t for her unshakable character, I would kill every single one of you right on the spot. But for now-“

In the matter of seconds, all their arms hang in unhealthy directions, visibly broken by the sheer force of none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

You want to scream at him, want to run away, want to get away from this place. But on the other hand, a warmth fills your chest. Did the king of curses just stand up for you, protect you from their rude comments?

“Get going”, he barks at you.

“This was unnecessary”, you mumble.

“And give Yuji back.”

“You should be thankful, (y/n). They will worship you for the rest of your life.”

“No, they will be scared of you for the rest of their lives”, you clarify, hands still trembling.

“So what? Nobody gets away with insulting you over your perfect body. Especially not over the size of your chest. How ridiculous…”

You can’t believe your ears, eyes darting towards him in an instant while you turn redder than a tomato. Did he just say that you are…perfect?

“You didn’t mean that”, you breathe out.

“Oh god I’m so sorry (y/n). Did he hurt you?”, the familiar voice of Yuji cries out.

Calm down your tingling nerves, your pounding heart. Sukuna’s gone. Sukuna…stood up for you. Sukuna said you have a perfect body.

What?

“N-No”, you stumble.

How are you supposed to get over this?

Gojo Satoru

Finally. You sit in front of the bar, excited by the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume that hangs in the air. After working your ass off for what felt like an eternity, you decided to use your day off right. You put on the dress that fits you best, packed your purse and went into the first bar you’ve seen.

Damn, when was the last time you were out on your own? With all your friends being out of town for vacation, this definitely is new.

“Not bad”, you mutter to yourself, eyes roaming around people making out, heartfelt laughter and a group of women sipping on their cocktails.

A cocktail, exactly what you need today.

“Hey, I’d love to order something”, you speak out when the waiter finally comes cross you.

What a lucky day, they even have your favourite cocktail in store. You’re usually not the type of girl to go out on yourself, but these last months, you truly learnt how enjoyable time can be with yourself as your only company. You smile to yourself. Yeah, this is definitely something you could get used to.

“There you go”, the friendly male announces and places the glass filled with joy in front of your hungry eyes.

You gift him the sweetest smile you have before taking a sip. Oh, this tastes absolutely amazing.

“I’ve never seen a woman like you alone in a place like this.”

Your heart drops to the floor in an instant, hands holding onto your glass tightly. Ew, a man is certainly the last thing you want to hear right now with the bartender being the only exception. Instead of even looking his way, you just take another sip of your well-mixed cocktail, the music blasting out of the boxes might make him think you can’t hear him and leave.

Honestly, there aren’t many things that creep you out more than men approaching you. Since you’ve reached puberty and your breasts starting to grow bigger and bigger, it almost felt as if you weren’t a person anymore. With rare exceptions here and there, most of them only talked to you because of one thing:

Your boobs.

Is the man sitting next to you one of them?

“Hey, I’m talking to you, gorgeous.”

Your whole body tenses up in an instant, eyes darting towards him by the sound of his harsh voice.

“Excuse me, I’m not up for a talk”, you bite back.

While you did meet genuinely nice men and have some male friends, the one sitting next to you certainly is one of the other categories. God, how much you hate it, being looked down at and reduced to the size of your breasts. You can’t even count how many times you’ve got commented on them, how many men and women just shamelessly stared at your bust instead of your face while talking to you. It’s safe to say you have enough of all of this.

“A woman who presents what she has like that is up for a talk and far more than that. Why would you come here dressed like a slut if you don’t want me to talk to you?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, all thoughts vanish into thick air. This disgusting guy with his beard filled with crumbs and breath stinking like the cheapest beer is definitely up for no good. You, dressed like a slut? You wear a basic black dress, the only one your boobs didn’t fall out when trying it on. What the hell is this creep talking about?

“Just because my boobs are big doesn’t mean I’m a slut. Watch how you talk to me”, you bite back.

“I talk however I want to a bitch like you. Are you up to go somewhere more…private?”

The scene that lays itself out in front of Gojo’s eyes is hard to bear. He doesn’t even know the woman in the black dress sitting in front of the bar, let alone the guy sitting next to her. But just one look into your disgusted face is enough to know that something isn’t right. How you cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes filled with horror, the way you scoop backwards with every word this man says. Are you okay? He shouldn’t let other people’s business bother him. Fuck, wasn’t he here to get his mind off saving everyone all the time? Nah, he should enjoy his evening, drink that new whiskey they offer, just relax and-

You aren’t even able to comprehend what is happening next to you. He stretches out his hand, ready to touch your breasts without consent when another pair of hands stops him mid-air.

“I think the lady said no. Don’t ya think it’s a little over the top to go into a bar and touch a woman’s boobs?”

His voice might sound playful, but your blood freezes inside of your veins by the power he radiates. Just one glance into his face tells you he is like no men you’ve ever met.

“I…She…She said she wanted it to!”, the crumble beard tries to defend himself.

“I said what? Are you out of your fucking mind!? I told you to leave me alone and you harassed me!”, you clarify in harsh tone.

Oh, how much you’d love to break his nose right now, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But the white-haired man seems to have the same plans.

“A guy like you wouldn’t end up with her anyway. That lady has class. And you, my friend, are just a disgusting pervert. Are you touching other women too without consent? Isn’t your first time, huh?”

With a swift motion, he begins to twist the man’s hand around itself. He whines out in pain in an instant, face twisted just like yours before when he talked you down.

“Let me go!”, he cries out in visible discomfort.

“This is what you get for treating a lady so badly. You can be glad she even looked your way.”

When he gifts you a sly grin, you can’t help but blush. What is it about this man that feels so different, so damn inviting? He seems like no other men you’ve met before. And the fact that he just called you lady…Why do your knees suddenly feel weak?

“Now repeat after me: I.am.sorry.for.disrespecting.you.”

“I will not apologize to a girl who’s dressed like a slut!”

A loud crack makes the already muted room go completely silent, the violent scream coming out of this man’s mouth when his wrist breaks like spaghetti echoing through the room.

“Wrong answer”, the white-haired man purrs.

“Hey, would you mind just taking the trash out?”, the barkeeper questions.

“Did you hear that, dirty boy? Let me show you the way!”

“Are you alright? I didn’t even notice he was harassing you. I’m so sorry”, the bartender speaks out towards you.

“Oh, it’s okay.”

You aren’t even able to give him a real answer, eyes glued on the white-haired man who carries your harasser out like trash.

Like in trance you get back on your feet and follow him out into the cool air of the night.

“Have a nice evening!”, he friendly shouts after the man who sprints down the streets like a coward, as fast away as possible.

“You definitely scared the shit out of him”, you comment.

“He definitely deserved it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m used to shit like that”, you reply with a huff.

“But normally, they aren’t this disgusting.”

“I hate to hear that. You seem like a genuinely badass and nice person. You didn’t deserve his words.”

“Not as nice as my knight in shining armour who stopped him from touching my boobs.”

He lets out a heartfelt laughter, bright blue orbs set on you.

“Hey, what about me escorting you back home? I’m totally in the mood to beat up any other men who gets in your way.”

“Only if you let me join, though”, you challenge him.

“Definitely a deal. Hey, what’s your name?”

“(y/n)”

“(y/n), huh? Cool name, suits you right? My name’s Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you.”

He stretches out his hand in front of you, inviting you to take it. You can’t help but smile at his sheer excitement. No, you just have to take his warm hand into yours and shake it.

“Let’s get you home, okay?”

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Dividers by @saradika 🤍

[pupmkincake2000]

Characters study?

Since I play as Gale, I wanted to look at relationships from his side and from my own, since I think that Gale and I have very similar beliefs regarding relationships.

Don't get me wrong, I love Halsin,

he's an incredibly kind and caring teddy bear, but being in a relationship with him is not for everyone. And there are moments in the conversation with him that were very unpleasant for me. But I’m glad that he warned me in advance how he perceives a relationship with someone.

Yes, there are many people who are into polyamorous relationships, but I don’t think Gale is one of them, despite the opportunity to sleep with Halsin even when playing as Gale (I think that in this case some lines should not be available at all as it was with the Dark Urge, when you cannot resist your nature, even when playing a good character).

Now I will explain why.

Halsin honestly admits that monogamy is not for him. He considers us someone special, in fact, declares his love, but immediately says that we are not that special at all and he, even having entered into a relationship with us, will still be free to sleep with other people.

His words are not a lie, but they seem to contradict each other.

That is... there are more people who want to be something special, who want exclusivity from those they are dating than those who would prefer polyamory, I believe. In the case of Halsin, you will simply be just one of his huge number of lovers, and, perhaps, in another couple of decades, he will say those words about love and specialness to someone else, as he spoke to us. It's not mine cup of tea, to be honest. I am a selfish person, and I would like to be special for someone I love. And I really didn’t like that Halsin, without even knowing whether such a relationship suits me, says he hopes to sleep with the person I am dating too. This remark made me understand that although Halsin is still my type of men in appearance and character, he absolutely does not fit into my understanding of relationships, love and specialness. Let me remind you, I play Gale's origin and I am sure that Gale would also refuse and be disappointed.

Just like Astarion. And I will now explain why.

Literally Gale's entire problem and trauma is based on the fact that he wants to be loved,

he wants to be cared for, seen, considered special (which in the case of Halsin will be impossible), he wants to be visible and significant. I know that playing his origin you are still able to choose any lines but... if you play Tav and romance him, Gale does not agree to share his love with someone else and does not agree to be shared too. I believe that Gail is monogamous, and not just monogamous, but he won't allow the thought that his loved one could be with someone else or that he himself could be with someone else while already being in a relationship. Such people rarely fall in love, they are like the wolves Halsin spoke about, who choose a lover for the rest of their lives. And no, I don’t think Mystra was such a lover. I'm sure Gale wants in a relationship not so much exclusivity, but to have something of his own. Something that no one can take away from him. Someone only his.

The same story with Astarion.

He hasn’t had anything of his own for 200 years, and despite his mannerisms and flirting with everyone, he also wants to have something of his own, something that no one will take away from him, and something that will belong to him and to no one else. He is also desperately looking for someone who will be his. Only his. Yes, he agrees to a threesome, he agrees to share his lover with Halsin, but he clearly does not want this and agrees only because he is afraid of losing his love. He refuses to have sex with the drow twins, and if you agree, he will most likely end the romance with you. He is very afraid of not satisfying his lover; he wants to be desired and loved. He and Gale are very much alike when it comes to the relationship, although their reactions are different. Both want exclusivity. One speaks about it directly, the second one shouts about it with his behavior and body language.

I think that's why I love the ship so much.

They both want the same thing, they just express their desires differently.

[igotanidea]

Mine: AK!Jason x reader

Is it second update today? Yes. But I'm on a roll and I simply cannot keep @thesandsofelsweyr waiting anymore (thank you for requesting!)

Summary/request: "why are you shaking" angst with AK! Jason

Warning: a bit smut-ish, but nothing explicit. (not in this part at least....)

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„Why are you shaking?” he didn’t even bother taking his helmet off and the distorted voice coming from it really did make her tremble. Not that she was going to admit it, even though he was angry at her.

“I’m… I’m not.” she stuttered

“Stop lying to me!” oh, shit, he was angry. What about? Did she do something? Or did his other mission went south? Again? He wasn’t telling her anything, how the hell was she supposed to guess what got him spinning?

“I’m sorry.” She squealed and took a step back, slouching to make herself smaller “I….”

“What did you do?” he hissed

“No…. nothing, I swear…..”

“Nothing?” he took another step forward, the words hanging in the air like an axe that could fall onto her neck in a second. She had to be extremely careful at the moment. “Nothing, princess?”

“I…..”

“so you are trying to tell me, you weren’t fantasizing about your past life? Hm?”

“Jace, I…..”

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently, getting another broken sob which she could not hold back “it’s not who I am anymore!”

“But you are….” She tried to calm him, but it was for nothing

“I don’t know what little fantasy you got in your head, but let me tell you: it’s not gonna come true.”

“please….” she begged struggling against his bruising grip

“Look around, Y/N. See where you are? This is Arkham. Not Wayne Manor.”

“I know… I know… I…..”

“Shut up! When will it get into your silly little head?! No one, no one is coming to save you!

“I don’t need to be saved….. I’m with you and ……”

“Me?” he laughed viciously “you still think you can save me? Oh, honey.” He raised his gloved hand and brushed her cheek, but it was more threatening than loving and she shook upon the harsh feeling “such a delusional, brainwashed, stupid girl, aren’t you? Batman won’t rescue you! And neither will Robin. And definitely not Nightwing! Oh… “sudden realization hit him “that’s who you were thinking about while touching yourself weren’t you?” those cameras he had all over Asylum were not for nothing. “Did those silly dirty thoughts make you come?”

“Wha….. what? I didn’t …… How…..?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he yelled again, this time in full voice and a few tears fell down her cheeks. He still didn’t believe she loved him. HIM. Not his brother. His twisted mind worked in two completely opposite directions. On one hand he was jealous and possessive and wanted her under him, wanted to love her, on the other abused and threatened her, convinced that those were the only methods of keeping her. Jason was simply too afraid of letting her lose, worried that the second he let go she would run away, not wanting to stay with the monster like him. He believed he needed to force her to love him, no matter how much she assured him it was different.

How wrong he was.

And it made her angry and desperate. Determined enough to sacrifice her own health and safety to prove that to him.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT NIGHTWING! I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” she yelled through the tears, not caring about the consequences of that outburst. “I don’t….. it’s you…. It’s…..” her voice broke, as well as her legs and she found herself on the floor, unable to stand anymore.

Well, not for long, since Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet, pressing her back to the wall. For a moment they just stayed like that and then he removed his helmet, finally reveling his face, those beautiful eyes conveying so many mutually exclusive emotions. With one hand he tossed it to the floor, not caring anymore and she trembled, suddenly fully aware how close he was and how many pain he could bring her.

Not more than Harley though.

“Y/N….” he whispered “Y/N, Y/n, Y/n…..” her name fell from his lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m ready for my punishment now.” she closed her eyes

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you?” he laughed condescendingly “are you scared of me?” he removed one of his glove and traced her trembling bottom lip.

“No.”

“You should be.” he whispered those cliché words and not giving her any opportunity to answer leaned forward and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t delicate. It never was with him.

It was angry and rough and animalistic and predatory, almost like he wanted to swallow her whole. Y/N moaned at the feeling and locked her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Since this time he was still in his armor, Jason did not push her away. She couldn’t truly feel his body and scars under all those layers so that he could accept. But it didn’t mean she was off the hook. He bit on her bottom lip. Hard, drawing a bit of blood and the metallic taste of it in his mouth spur him on even more. He grabbed her legs and locked them on his waist, hoisting her up in the process, grinding against her, getting some more of her sweet sounds. “Did it feel so good in your fantasies with Nightwing?” he mumbled into her skin, mouth tracing the path starting on her jaw, ending on her collarbone.

“No…” she whined, tangling hands in his hair, pulling lightly, not strong enough to try and explain that it was never Nightwing in her wet dreams “No…..”

“You’re not getting away from me.” He bit on the sensitive skin, her head falling back in ecstasy. “You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours. Please….” she wanted so much more from him, but asking would be just so stupid

“You want more, princess?”

“please….”

“too bad I’m not into giving mood.” He smirked and let go off her, causing her to drop to the floor. Again. It was just getting to intimate for her and he couldn’t not have that. “Too bad you will have to take care of yourself. I expect a little show tonight, princess. And you better think about me while coming. You hear me?” he crouched next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes on him.

“Yes.” She nodded

“I want to hear you moan my name. And then maybe, maybe….  you can convince me to help you. It’s up to you whether I’ll be good for you or not. Just remember….” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “you’re mine.”

And then, almost like nothing happened, he stood up, collected his helmet and left the room, leaving her panting and gasping and with the sudden urge to give him the best show of his life.  

Anything to have him.

Anything....

.............

@jasontoddsthickbabe - fixing my negligence here 😁😉

[ficjoelispunk]

CH 01 - It’s Fucking Friday

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Author's Note: Guys, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, don't give up on me, translating is not easy, but I did my best. Correct me as much as you can. Thanks.

"I don't care if there's too much work, I don't care how you organize yourself. I have deadlines to meet, and I want these files filled out and cataloged on my desk on Monday morning, do you understand me?"

It’s fucking Friday!

"Yes ma'am"

She didn't say anything else so you were aware that you were dismissed.

You would always leave her room facing her, if she called you again you wouldn't waste time turning to her. So you close the door when you pass.

"Fucking hell!" You murmur to yourself.

When you turn around, you come face to face with the two people you hate the most in this job.

Agent Murphy and Agent Peña.

Excellent!

The two agents were the perfect duo for problems. In all these years, you've never had as much trouble for your head as when these two started working together.

It was amazing that they both could think that alone they would be able to save the planet from trafficking, and that only and exclusively their work was important.

For them it didn't matter if you attended all the fucking department responsible for a country, no, for them their navel was so precious, that in their egocentric little heads, you worked for them, and not for the government of the United States of America.

Seeing them there, still, with their folders, you deduce that they had at least listened to the frame you had just taken.

Peña had his hands on his waist, and Murphy looked anxiously between the two of you, so that he silently questioned his partner if this was a good time. And of course Peña nodded to his partner.

Unbelievable.

You walked quietly to your desk, dumped the pile of files on your desk, which made a contrasting thud, since it was a large and heavy pile of papers.

Your arms leaned on the table, and you looked smiling with false sympathy.

"Good afternoon guys, how can I help you?"

Your smile broke down as soon as you finished the question, sitting in your chair.

Murphy seemed apprehensive, but Peña waved his hands for him to catch himself.

"Well, we need this request to arrive at Noonan's table, even today."

You wanted to punch that clueless blonde man in the face. But instead, you smiled.

"Of course. Do I help with anything else?"

"Really?" Murphy was surprised.

You knocked the fake smile off your face.

"Are you kidding me?"

Murphy looked at Peña behind him, who changed legs to support his body, releasing his arms around his body.

"You don't understand..."

“Ah” you placed your hand on your chest feigning surprise “I don’t understand?” You stood up and leaned over the table "I think you're the one who doesn't understand, agent. Do you see this pile of paper" You placed your hand on the mountain in front of you "These are all reports that I need to catalog and deliver to the table from the Ambassador by Monday. So, if you don't mind, fill out the form, and put it at the end of the line"

He laughed blandly, Peña rolled his eyes.

"We have important information and we need the authorization..."

“Fill-out-the-form-and-place-it-at-the-end-of-the-line"

Murphy crouched in front of you.

You arched your eyebrows.

"It's an exception, it's really important..."

"Fill out the form..."

Peña advanced towards him.

"Look, this is really important, I understand that you shouldn't understand the real meaning..."

"Oh, of course, because I am very incompetent, being the Ambassador's assistant, to understand how the fight against drug trafficking is an economic and social setback for the country, in all political and social aspects."

Peña and Murphy exchanged glances, he walked away from the table, running his fingers through his nose.

The door behind you opened.

"Good afternoon guys" Noonan was passing by them.

You caught the exact moment when Peña and Murphy exchanged glances, and believed that was the time to speak directly to the Ambassador.

"Good afternoon ma'am" Peña began the speech "if you give us a minute, we got an interception with a contact, who knows Escobar's location, and we need the authorization..."

"My assistant takes care of the classifications of applications, so fill out the damn form, and she will evaluate the urgency of the request and forward it to me. See you later."

You had to restrain yourself so as not to smile big.

The two agents watched as Noonan passed by them, and walked to the corridors.

In perfect choreography the two turned to you, who promptly already held the form sheet for them.

"Thank you." Murphy thanked him while picking up the sheet.

Your relationship with these two agents was always like this.

Murphy could still keep himself more restrained. He was lazy, but he was still polite. But Javier Peña had a fame and preceded him.

The man was unbearably insolent, loose, arrogant, petulant, owner of a terribly questionable character, and to finish with the icing on the cake, a womanizer.

There hasn't been a week that your extension didn't touch with a woman looking for Javier in the department.

Outside, of course, the women in the department. You heard all kinds of conversations between different women. It was sad that some really believed in his bullshit. You felt even more angry with him for the lack of emotional responsibility.

***

23:45

And you're still in the department. Starting to think that the solution was to ask for your dismissal. You would never be in a way to analyze all those requirements, catalog and deliver everything ready on Monday. It was simply impossible.

Since the Ambassador took office, and you had to move to Colombia, you have simply lived for this job. This position has consumed you.

Although you are very proud of your journey, and have come here on your own merit. Since college, and all the projects you have developed, all the studies you have done, all the specializations you have done in public relations, international relations, science and politics, and so follow a very extensive curriculum, this position was the greatest achievements.

But with great power comes great responsibility. And being the Ambassador's assistant, being responsible for the entire department, was something that took up 100% of your time in your life.

You lived for your country, in the fight against drug trafficking in another country. Away from your family. With another culture, with another language. Another climate. Another lifestyle. You felt there was no room for anything else.

It was routine for you to stay at work until dawn. And when you weren't at work, you were at parties that was work. And when it wasn't that, you were at home, studying, or thinking about work.

There was no social life. And particularly, it wasn't something you wanted. But you felt needy. You missed a human warmth. The last relationship you had didn't last long until after you took office. And it was understandable since you were always at work, and the priority was always work.

Today was one of those days when you were deciding whether to stay and finish work, or take work home.

Before deciding, you decided to take a break, go to the department kitchen for a coffee. The lights in the rooms were all turned off. It was just you, and the job. As always.

The coffee machine was making its noise, comforting to know that after the tremor on the counter, the liquid filled with caffeine could give you one last gas.

"Coffee at 11 p.m., doesn't seem like a good choice for a Friday"

You jumped off the counter, taking your hands to the heart that was beating fast.

"Jesus..."

Well, it’s more for the devil. Javier Peña. You didn't need to see him to know it was him.

Only a man could make your weekend worse. And of course he would be there.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you..."

He was leaning against the door frame, God has known since when, watching you. The voice is hoarse and low, making you tense.

"Right"

"It's late, you shouldn't be... "

You turned to him, leaning against the kitchen countertop, holding your cup, the smoke from the hot coffee rising in front of your face, while raising an eyebrow for him.

"Out?" He completed it, making a grimace of doubt.

You snorted.

"And you? Agent Peña, shouldn't you be on some brothel or something?" You took a sip of your coffee.

He smiled mischievously.

"It’s, Javier..." He corrected it with a dark smile. "And, I have other plans" he pulled out of the door frame, and came walking slowly towards him.

"Really?" You were ironic.

He nodded, without ever looking away.

And you didn't break the eye contact. You had the feeling that if you looked away, you would give him a victory. Victory about what? You don't know. But there was this invisible competition, a competition never communicated. A silent war between your ego, arrogance and petulance.

"Well, I probably must be getting in the way of your slaughter"

You were going to walk, but Javier entered in front of you, looking at you through your eyelashes, causing you to retreat, and hit your butt again on the bench.

The distance between you was shorter than usual. You could smell his cologne, and somehow his whole body was tense.

He smiled.

"I thought you might want help with the requirements" his voice was low, calm and seductive, you could not deny that the timbre of his voice made your body stiffen.

If you didn't concentrate, you could succumb to something that not even you would know how to explain for sure what it was.

"Sorry, it's such a simple service that your advanced brain would never be able to perform"

He takes another step in your direction. Shortening the distance between you even more.

Your body automatically tilts back, in an unsuccessful attempt to try to keep a safe distance.

He itches the tip of his nose.

"Look... I really just wanted a break”

You take a long time to realize that he was being honest at that moment. But you would never take a break for him. A white flag.

"Javier Peña needs a break. Look, not everything revolves around weapons, cars and prostitutes"

"I'm starting to think you're jealous of these prostitutes"

"I'm starting to think you're getting a tantrum in the head"

He smiles.

"Oh, don't do it like that, be honest with me, sweetheart"

"After so many years in the midst of shootings, I think you need a license"

He stares at you deeply with an absurdly uncomfortable pause. And when it's uncomfortable, it's because you have your body responding to the provocations independently, Peña's gaze sends a heat through your body, bringing pulsating sensations in places you wouldn't like.

"You act like a brat, desperate for an educational concealer"

You're basically seeing red.

"I know an educational method, which would teach you some ways"

His eyes go down to your lips. You feel a twinge in your traitor clit, an involuntary response to his invitation.

“Pull yourself together Peña, we are in a work environment. You're the one who needs education to learn some limits.”

"I love it when you're aggressive"

He laughs quietly. Having fun while watching you squirm.

"Limits have never stopped me before"

"I know"

"You have such a smart mouth, why you don't spend the same energy you use to be insolent, being kinder"

You half closed your eyes.

"Of course, because a woman who is really focused on her service, instead of worrying about being friendly and spreading her legs for you giving in to her charm and doing everything you want, is someone insolent, and not professional"

He looks away resting his hands on his waist, while passing his tongue through his teeth, and you know you won.

But he's pretending.

"So you think I'm charming?" He smiles crooked.

And God, why when a man is a scoundrel everything about him seems inviting?

"Oh, please!" You rolled your eyes.

"Don't be like that, I'm offering help, and if I'm not competent with the requirements, I can help in another way" Javier stands next to you on the bench, his arms collide gently while he handles the coffee machine.

You perfectly understand the double meaning in his speech.

You sigh.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Agent Peña?"

He looks at you, a little too inclined in your direction.

"First, Javier. And secondly, why? Are you feeling seduced?" He smiles crooked.

You look at him through your eyelashes, with an innocent look. Getting into the game.

And you see the lust in his eyes. His eyes dancing between your lips and your eyes. Almost like a magnet, you could say that you are attracted. In your subconscious you could say yes, you are being seduced. Those brown eyes, big and expressive, so deep, and hard. Now looking like it could be melted, easily if touched in the right way.

And purposely, you pass your tongue under your lower lip, pulling a light bite.

"Just to be clear, I’m too smart to be seduced by you"

“That’s why I like you”

"And, my question was to know if I should make a complaint for sexual harassment" you smile ironically. And drops the smile at the same speed.

You turn to the opposite side leaving the cup in the sink next to you, on normal days, you would wash and store it, but you just need to urgently get out of that kitchen.

That distance between the two of you is making you dizzy. The air seems rarefied.

Peña doesn't move an inch, even after you start walking towards the door.

"Oh come on… Sorry, okay? I didn't want to be unkind..."

"Right, I'm sure not, enjoy your break Agent Peña, have a good weekend"

You walk listening to the sound of your jump clicking on the floor and after passing the door, you hear Javier murmuring.

“Damn it!”

Outside the kitchen, the air finally reaches your lungs. You close your eyes, and shake your head trying to dispel your thoughts.

What the fuck?!

It was undeniable that Javier Peña was one of the most beautiful men in the department. When he was dressed in a suit and tie, it was almost an invitation to heaven, or to hell, it depends on the point of view.

Javier was a strong man, tall, dark, deep and expressive eyes, plump lips, demarcated jaw, wide shoulders, muscular arms. He had strong and striking traits.

The way he behaved made everyone orbit around him.

He was a very competent DEA Schedule, great feats were being completed because of his work. He was a prominent name.

But along with all the qualities, there were also the defects. And you'd rather focus on the defects. It was easier to keep your thoughts to yourself, if you focused on the defects.

He had the bad habit of flirting with all the women to get absolutely everything he wanted. But you quickly imposed this war mechanism between you by setting a safe limit between you and Javier.

That's how it should be. And no matter how much in your deepest nights, you dreamed of Javier's big and warm body about you, everything that was in your power you would put between you, because you could not afford to mix things in your work.

Your work was all you had. All your life. Years of study, research and specializations. I wouldn't put everything to lose, for a man of dubious origin.

At least you tried your best, so you didn't.

[dmysterioblog]

I’m Your Papi

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Andrade

Summary: Rhea has a new papi.

Warnings; smut, cheating, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: This was supposed to be a very short draft but I got carried away…

Rhea stood next to Dom who was talking to Andrade. She had been eye fucking him ever since he stepped in the room. She was so focused on stripping the man naked in her mind that she didn’t realize Dom had asked her a question.

“The Judgment Day is a very exclusive club and not everyone gets an opportunity to get in. Right, Mami?”

“Hm? Oh- yes. I heard you have a match later on today, right?”

“That is right.” Andrade said with his thick accent.

“We’ll be watching then.” She shook his hand with a flirtatious smile on her face before he left. Her eyes followed his figure until he was out of sight. She turned to look at Dom who was giving her a weird look.

“Are you okay, Mami?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Dom replied, still unsure. Right in that second, Damian and Finn came in talking about DIY winning their qualifying match for WrestleMania.

“We need to keep an eye on em, big man.” Finn said.

“I completely agree. This ain’t going to be an easy match,” Damian placed his arms around Finn, “We need to stay focused.” Finn nodded in agreement then turned to look at Rhea and Dom.

“Now that we’re done talking about DIY, what are we going to do about Ricochet?” Finn asked.

“I was thinking my Latino heat could take care of that,” Rhea placed her hand on Dom's shoulder, “Right, Dom Dom?” She smiled at him.

“O-of course, Mami.”

“Alright, then it’s settled. Why don’t you go get ready while I talk to Pearce, hm?”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that.” Dom walked away while Rhea made her way to Pearce’s office.

Rhea was on her way back to the judgment day’s clubhouse when she, once again, came across Andrade who was stretching.

“Getting ready for your match?” Andrade quickly turned at the sound of her voice.

“I am. You’ll be watching, right?” He smirked.

“Of course I will. I would wish you good luck but I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“Thank you either way. I’ll see you after my match, hermosa.” He winked at her before heading to gorilla. She bit her lip before continuing her way back to the clubhouse. When she got back she informed Dom his match was right after Andrade’s. They all sat down to watch his match. Andrade was going against Apollo Crews.

The match didn’t last long. Andrade had Apollo exactly where he wanted him in less than two minutes. He did his finisher and-

“1…2…3! Here’s your winner, Andrade!” The ref rose his arm in the air before he slid out of the ring and walked backstage. When he got there, Rhea was already there waiting for him.

“I didn’t doubt for a second that you would win.” She said once he stood in front of her.

“Really? You seem to have a lot of faith in me then.” Rhea only smiled in reply. He suddenly leaned down towards her ear.

“Why don’t you meet me in my locker room, Mami? While your Latino heat does his thing against Ricochet?” She hesitated for a split second before responding.

“I will be there.” She assured.

“See you then.” Right as he walked away, Dom was making his way to Rhea.

“Hey, Mami. What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just small talk- but anyway. Are you ready for your match?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. Right then, his music hit.

“That’s your queue. Don’t disappoint me.”

“You aren’t going out with me?” Dom asked with sadness in his voice.

“No. I have something to take care of, okay? I promise I’ll be right here when you win.” She kissed his cheek before walking off.

-A few minutes later-

Rhea stood in front of Andrade’s locker room door. She looked around before knocking. A couple seconds later Andrade opened the door. A towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair laying on his shoulders, and water droplets all over his chest. She just stared until he finally pulled her out of her trance.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come in?” Rhea came back to her senses and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

“Do we need to do small talk or can we get straight to the point?”

“Let’s get right to business.” Rhea quickly took off her shirt and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pressed her lips against his. It was messy. Both of them fought for dominance until he took a hold of her jaw and pulled away.

“Uh uh. Conmigo, yo soy tu papi, entendido? I’m in charge whether you like it or not. It’s up to you.” Rhea was taken aback by his statement but also turned on. Her stubborn self wanted to get up and leave but another part of her wanted to stay and get dominated for once.

“Whatever you want…papi.” She said once she finally made up her mind. He chuckled before taking a seat on his couch with Rhea straddling his lap. They continued making out, their tongues in each other’s throats. Rhea’s hands were gripping his hair while his laid on her waist.

He soon started leaving a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck and finally, her collarbone. His hands moved up her back and took a hold of the clip of her bra.

“Can I take this off, hermosa?” She nodded. He took his time unclipping her bra and taking it off her shoulders. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked.

“Hmm…don’t leave a mark-”

“Por qué? You don’t want your ‘Latino heat’ to find out?” He mocked. Rhea only pouted and shook her head.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, okay? I’ll make sure he never finds out how submissive you are for papi.” She whined at his statement and hid her face in his neck.

“Please…”

“Please what, muñeca? What do you want?” He ran his fingers through her jet black hair.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me. Please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his finger around her waistband, “Why don’t we take these off?” Rhea lifted her hips and he helped her take off her pants along with her panties. He unwrapped the towel from his waist, freeing his hardened member. With his hands on her hips, he aligned himself with her entrance and slowly lowered her body down on his cock.

“F-fuck…” Rhea wrapped her arms around Andrade’s neck. She started to bounce up and down his cock, shuddering every time she bottomed out. Her quiet moans soon got louder and Andrade was enjoying every second of it. He looked down to where their bodies were connecting and noticed how a belly bulge formed each time his cock went in.

“God, baby, look at you,” he pressed his hand against the bulge, “You feel that? You feel how deep papi’s in your guts? I’m going to fill you up nice and full.” He flipped them over so that Rhea was now laying on her back with her legs over Andrade’s shoulders. He started pounding into her pussy full force, letting all his pent up energy out. Rhea became sensitive and tried to push Andrade away but he took her wrist and pinned them above her head.

“Papi-”

“Shhh, let me have you. Just a little longer.” He assured.

“I c-can’t-”

“Yes, you can, mami. You’re going to feel good, I promise.” He slowed down his thrusts a bit after he noticed how sensitive she was. He brought his free hand down towards her pussy. He gently started rubbing her clit, watching her mouth fall open with desperate moans.

“Papi, I’m c-close…”

“Yeah? Are you going cum for me?”

“Yes-”

“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” He sped up once again, making it his mission to make her scream his name. He let go of her hands and let her cling to him as she went over the edge and rode her orgasm. Her whines alone made him reach his climax. He released his load inside of her before laying back down on the couch with her body on top of his, not pulling out just yet.

“Are you okay?” he brushed her hair away from her face, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, just a bit sensitive.”

“You want me to pull out?” She shook her head ‘no’. He chuckled a bit before hugging her body closer to his and kissing her forehead. Right then they heard the crowd in the arena cheering and Rhea remembered what she told Dom.

“Shit- I have to go!” She scrambled to get up, putting her bra and shirt on.

“Why?” Andrade asked as he sat up.

“I promised Dom I would be waiting for him at gorilla after his match.” He scoffed and shook his head. Rhea found her pant but she couldn’t find her underwear.

“Goddamnit- where are my panties?” She asked, a bit irritated.

“You mean these?” He raised them up for her to see. Shea reached up to grab them but he quickly snatched them away.

“Andrade, I need those.”

“No you don’t.”

“Give them to me!”

“Maybe you’ll get ‘em back the next time I see you.”

“How do you know there will be a next time?”

“I know you’ll come back to papi.” He winked and she blushed in response. She took a deep breath before putting her pants on and walking out but not before giving him one last look.

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[vigilskeep]

also have you ever talked about your quibbles with leliana's writing in dao? got curious, i love reading your thoughts

i have a little, yes. um mostly i just find it deeply confusing what they were going for. her bard backstory just doesn’t tally with her painfully naive dialogue, i don’t really find her compassion convincing so as a “good companion” she just doesn’t land for me, and her faith doesn’t really land either... she never has anything interesting to say about it and it doesn’t feel like the writers really care that much lmao. then there’s the whole baffling thing where they couldn’t decide if morrigan or leliana was the more traditionally feminine one so they commit to neither and both have weird moments jumping between complaining about each other’s gender conformity or lack thereof. there are huge missed opportunities to actually make her relevant to the plot: leliana’s mixed orlesian and ferelden identity could have fixed a massive hole in how dao lands emotionally by making the past conflict with orlais relevant, and yet it’s discussed exclusively in banter with loghain, who most people never recruit. and they cut late game chantry involvement in the landsmeet so that’s nothing

to me frankly it feels like they made up the bard backstory and then decided they had to offer a “nice girl” romance to counter morrigan and just sort of frantically smashed the two together and imo it rarely works. it’s obvious the bard character was something they really wanted to do and they had various thoughts on how to do it, because they put another one in the stolen throne. the lack of real sharpness of characterisation for leliana means that for me when you’re selecting your party she just can’t remotely stand up in dialogue quality to our other available rogue option. leliana needs a really good banter partner to sort of lift her up and i’m always disappointed by her plot comments i’m like... wow... you’re glad we could help some people... again... riveting... could’ve brought Anyone Else... like it’s mesmerising that she has a whole mechanic where you can ask her about locations while you’re walking out and about and she never once has anything really fresh and interesting to say. how are you a bard. as an aside, i really don’t care for the VA work and i’m mesmerised to have just discovered on a google search that the actress is actually french. i was really going to say with my whole chest that maybe she just had to devote all her effort to maintaining the accent but no! wild. it feels deeply unconvincing to have this be the skilled voice of the subtle bard when claudia black is doing her thing thirty feet away

I FEEL LIKE I SOUND RLLY MEAN... whenever i talk abt this... idk i can never decide whether there’s really something wrong with the writing quality or if i simply personally Don’t Get It and am self-consciously trying to justify that. perhaps both. i seek to convince no-one, this is just how i feel. and it’s not character hate i swear i do not mean to attack anyone’s girl and she’s probably the thing i most enjoy in what i’ve played of inquisition

[winns-stuff]

Two things:

1 a. I don't think kidding someone's feet automatically equals foot fetish. If you have someone a kiss on the shoulder doors that mean you have a shoulder fetish?

1 b. Even if he does, that didn't automatically make him evil or a creep. Kinks and fetishes are not moral indicators and acting like they do is juvenile. It might not be for you, or even make you uncomfortable, and that's okay. Live and let live.

2. I don't think it's fair to call Persephone a homewrecker when:

a. Minthe and Hades were not exclusive. Minthe was sleeping with Thanatos - Hades' adoptive son - and Hades was sleeping with Hera anyway.

b. Minthe was emotionally, verbally, and physically abusive to Hades. I feel like everyone forgets that she literally hit him. He shouldn't have been in that relationship anyways.

Okay first off, I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was kinkshaming at all. I was honestly just joking about that comparison and one of the main reasons why I said that it reminded me of Dan Schneider and that I was repulsed was because of the “creepy” aspect of it being placed in there, it was around the end that the person said that the kink seemed like it was only given to creepy guys. I don’t care about kinks genuinely and trust me I do mind my business when it comes to those things, again my apologies if I did come off immature.

But you’re right, his kink doesn’t make him a creep but the fact that he literally is creepy, manipulative, and an overall messed up person makes him a little bit more warranted for those kinds of comments since that’s literally how he represents himself in the comic. Hades is a slave owning, hypocritical, child neglecting, abusive, and overall tyrant to everyone who’s not kissing his ass and it’s not me exaggerating it’s literally just how he is that’s him as a person overall.

And I do think it is fair to call Persephone a homewrecker based on the very fact that they were seeing each other and breaking a lot of boundaries after Hades and Minthe officially made it official. Mind you, it was Hades who wanted to close the open relationship so yeah now seeing other people and touching them beyond the appropriate interaction between an employee and boss especially is now inappropriate and not something that you can just wave the “we’re not in a closed relationship” card at. Also, by definition Persephone was one of the sole reasons that Minthe and Hades broke up since Minthe started noticing just how overly affectionate they became with each other while working so yes, she is a homewrecker. She broke a home and please don’t comment by saying “there was never a home in the first place” because there was, you can’t just give homewrecking and emotional cheating a pass because you don’t like the character they still had history.

Also, trust me when I say no one forgets that Minthe hits him. Every single time I post about Minthe I make sure to acknowledge the fact that I don’t condone her actions and actually a lot of critics do as well since there’s a lot of people like you (not saying this in a bad way by the way) that do believe that many people are Minthe stans every time you discuss her without stating that fact. But even though yes, it was a fairly toxic relationship on both sides and they should’ve broke up much sooner like I said before there was still a relationship there that they were both in. It’s still emotional cheating and homewrecking on Hades and Persephone’s part, also Persephone doesn’t even know how Minthe treated Hades she just never cared about her feelings to begin with and pursued her boyfriend basically.

Also last thing but do you know what slap everyone does tend to forget a lot? Hecate when she slapped the ever loving shit out of Hades, now I’m not saying since that happened just forget about Minthe’s behavior at all but I am saying that we should all react to that slap the same. We all agree that it’s never okay to put your hands on someone so why should we condone it when it’s not Minthe?

[mochegato]

Roadside Inspiration

“Eyes on the road!” Adrien’s voice boomed throughout the car; voice distorted through the car speakers.

Marinette squeaked, eyes snapping back to the road as the car swerved slightly, which on the backroad she was on, was particularly dangerous.  The roads were narrow with no shoulders.  There was barely enough room for two cars and no room for error.  “Don’t do that!” she screeched back, one hand flying to her chest to calm her now racing heart.  “And I am keeping my eyes on the road.  I know how to drive a car, Adrien!” she growled, fully ignoring the fact that at the time, her eyes were not, in fact, on the road.

“You’re seriously going to tell me you aren’t allowing yourself to get distracted looking for the perfect view in all the lavender?” he scoffed.

Marinette opened her mouth and snapped it shut.  “Yes,” she answered resolutely, with a curt nod to emphasize the point despite knowing full well that he couldn’t see it.

Adrien snorted at the baldfaced lie.  “Sure, Maribug.  We’re just leaving Marseilles now.  How far from the venue are you?”

“Prat,” she grumbled.  She may get easily distracted and she may not be used to driving a car, it wasn’t like she had many opportunities in Paris, but she was an excellent scooter driver and really, how different was it?  And she was keeping her eyes on the road!  It was just the occasional glance to the side to look at the stretching fields of lavender.  It was a positive thing really.  They encourage you to be aware of your surroundings when you drive!

And if she happened to look off to the side more than normal… she was looking for inspiration damnit!  The entire point of driving out ahead of everyone else was so she could take her time and stop frequently to take pictures of the lavender, looking for the perfect inspiration.  A perfect, glorious view that would spark some interest and get her heart pumping and her mind racing with possibilities.  She was on a deadline.  Her client wanted her sketches in two weeks.

She looked to the side and grabbed her phone, switching to camera mode with one swipe.  The sun was catching the rows of lavender, highlighting the pattern of the furrows, creating a captivating pattern.  She swerved slightly again and quickly corrected with an inaudible groan.  Maybe Adrien was onto something.  She really should stop when she wanted to take pictures.

“Depends on how many more times I stop.  Probably about…” she trailed off as her eyes caught on something entirely different than the lavender that had previously distracted her, “… half an hour,” she finished absently as the form of a man leaning up against a car with the hood up, took shape.  She slowed down as she eased closer and almost dropped her phone when the man turned away from his engine to investigate the noise.

Her brain froze for a minute and her breath left her lungs.  He was tall and broad in a shirt tight enough to know he kept himself very fit.  He looked like he could take care of himself, but even without being close enough to see the color of his eyes, she could see a softness.  His sharp facial features were softened by his rugged beard, that made her start to wonder how it would feel to run her hands through…

“Got distracted again, didn’t you,” Adrien chuckled.

“Yeah,” she answered absently, her eyes still on the incredibly sexy man in front of her as she pulled to a stop and turned off the engine.  “I’m going to let you go.”  She hung up the phone without waiting for his response.

The man straightened up with a sheepish smile that Marinette returned with false ease.  “Besoin d'aide?” she asked as she stepped around her car and took a cursory look over his engine, not that it would do much for her.  She knew a bit about engines, but almost exclusively motorcycle engines. Her nana had made sure if her scooter broke down, she’d have an idea of what was wrong and how to fix it.  But cars?  Unless it was out of gas, she was useless.

He stared at her wide eyed before shaking himself out of it. French.  She was speaking French to him, which granted, yeah, he should have expected, but she was beautiful, and he was having a hard enough time thinking without adding a language he hadn’t spoken for about six years before this week into the mix.  “Uhhh… No.  Non... Well… yes… oui.  Maybe.  Mais non.” He looked back at his engine accusingly before returning his eyes to her helplessly.  “Qui un moi appelle pour obtenir un petite aide?”

"Oh!  You're American!”  She chuckled lightly at his accent and attempt at French.  It was pretty bad, but he was trying and it was sweet.  And his looks definitely made his attempt seem even sweeter.  “Hi.”  She looked down slightly mortified to find her hand giving a small wave, as if it had decided to commit the act against her will, and immediately dropped it.

“Hi,” he responded immediately, with the same awkward wave.  He stared in her eyes for a few moments, a broad smile on his lips, before a loud bird call brought him back to the situation and he looked away embarrassed.  “Thank God you speak English.  It’s been a while since I had to speak French.  It’s kind of embarrassing how much I’ve let it go. But I don’t suppose you have a tow hook on that car of yours.”

It took her a few moments later to realize he’d started talking again, looking away from his eyes was a challenge.  Green eyes.  He had green eyes.  Worse than that, warm, kind, green eyes, her favorite kind.  She was in so much trouble.  She scrambled to review what he’d just said.  Something about a tow…

“Oh, right,” she looked down, her cheeks coloring as she did.  “Help, um… No, no tow hook.  Honestly don’t think my car would be able to handle it anyway. But I can look up the number for a tow truck and they can tow you to a mechanic.  I can translate if you need.  But honestly, your English was really good for not having used it in a few years,” she lied encouragingly.  She typed on her phone for a few seconds before looking up with a bright smile.  “Done.  My friend will have a tow truck come to these coordinates.”

His eyes widened and he blinked a few times before he found his voice again.  “That was quick!  I… Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course!  I’m glad I was able to help,” she chirped.  She looked at him for a few seconds, scouring her mind for something else to say.  It should not be this difficult to talk to a handsome man.  She was best friends with a former model for Christ’s sake!  Not able to find anything she looked back to the engine and down the road as if the tow truck could have magically appeared in the past few seconds.  “I can’t say how quickly they’ll respond though.  I have no idea about response times around here.”

“That’s okay,” he assured her with a grateful smile.  “There are far worse places to have broken down and definitely far worse situations than to be rescued by a beautiful woman.”

Her eyes snapped back to him, her cheeks immediately flushing. She was almost afraid to meet his eyes, fearing a leering look, but instead she was met with an earnest, rather shy gaze.  “Oh, um… thank you.”  She looked away quickly before her blush could extend any further down her body and immediately got distracted.

She hadn’t noticed when she first stopped, too distracted by the absolutely stunning man in front of her, but it really was a perfect view.  The lavender fields stretched out for miles in front of them, providing a sea of rich purple waving just slightly in the light breeze.  But it was the sky that perfected the view.  The sky wasn’t clear, which made it all the better.  Clouds stretched out from the horizon.  The sunset set the clouds aflame in a brilliant display of deep golds and bronzes until it darkened to a purple that seemed to reflect the lavender fields beneath.  It was everything she had been hoping to get pictures of for inspiration for her project.

“You’re right about the view.  I don’t know if you could get a better view.  It’s like you somehow happened upon the most perfect sight in France.  The clouds are gorgeous, and the lighting is perfect,” she trailed off at the end.

He watched her as she moved in a fog across the road and through the embankment to the fields, phone out and clicking as she took pictures. “Yeah, it’s… it’s uh…”  He lost his train of thought as he noticed the light wash over her, the setting sun casting its last rays to bathe her face in warm hues. “… perfect,” he finished breathlessly. He shook his head as she moved too far ahead for him to see her face and followed her into the field.

He didn’t mind watching her from behind, but he’d much prefer to see her face.  “Yeah, I’m pretty lucky,” he agreed quietly, his eyes never leaving her.  The calm breeze was rustling the lavender just enough to make its presence known and blow the occasional strands of hair into her face.  His fingers itched to brush them away for her.  He was almost lulled into a peaceful daze by the breeze and the birds welcoming the evening with their sedated calls until a harsh noise broke the reverie.

Marinette jerked wildly, almost dropping her phone again when the ringing broke through the quiet.  She glanced down at the screen and rolled her eyes, instantly silencing it and returning to her pictures.  “This really is incredible,” she noted, not even really speaking to the man anymore. “So inspiring.  This might be exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he agreed as he watched her, not even really sure what he was agreeing to.  “Are you a photographer?” he asked after a few moments.

“Designer,” she answered distractedly.  Her eyes never left the scene in front of her.

The smile on his face grew as he watched her crouch and contort herself into the most awkward positions to get pictures.  “I’m Will,” he called out.

“Marinette,” she offered without looking away.

He chuckled at the tone.  She was completely enthralled.  It was entirely possible he could leave and she wouldn’t notice.  In fact, he was pretty positive that was the case, which would not do at all.  He opened his mouth to ask her another question but was interrupted by another call.

Marinette blinked and looked at her phone again for just a second before groaning.  “Oh, what the… annoying, hovering git,” she grumbled before silencing it again and taking a few more pictures from different angles.

Will raised an eyebrow at her.  “Do you need to get that?”

“No,” she waved him off but cringed almost immediately, bobbing her head to the side.  Her eyes slid to him for a moment and back to the view in front of her.  “Well, eventually.  If I don’t answer he’s going to break all sorts of laws to get here to save me.”

A sinking feeling hit Will.  He should have realized a woman like her wouldn’t be single.  Of course she had someone.  Probably a fucking model or doctor or something.  “Boyfriend?” he asked casually, dreading the answer.

“No, just a friend, though granted he is a boy.  He was already nervous because I was driving by myself, and I don’t drive… not a car anyway, and I took the long way so I could see the fields.  He’s with the person I asked to call the tow truck, so now he’s panicked because clearly you must be faking it, you know, lying about being broken down for some nefarious reason.”  She leaned in as she said it like it was an inside joke.

Will chuckled tightly; his lips pulled into a tight smile that he hoped didn’t look too much like a grimace.  While this instance was absolutely real, it was a trick he’d pulled before for a mission.  “No, no nefarious plot to draw in stunning women, just a broken-down car.”

She managed to eke out a non-committal hum before looking down, suddenly finding the lavender near her feet fascinating as a shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips.  “Fortunate for me, unfortunate for you.”

Will grinned brightly.  “I’m starting to think maybe it wasn’t so unfortunate after all.”

Her cheeks blazed dark enough that it couldn’t be passed off as an effect of the lighting.  She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear both to keep it from blowing in her eyes again and to hide her face while she blushed.  “So..” her mouth hung open as her phone interrupted her again.  “Oh my G…” she froze again mid-word.  “Oh!  It should be all good now though.”

He blinked at her, unsure what that meant.  He searched the road for a sign of the tow truck in case that’s what she meant.  But the area was just as desolate as it had been since he broke down.  “Okay…?”

“That was our other friend, the one that called the tow truck, saying you’re safe.”  She gave him a brilliant smile that put the scenery to shame in its beauty.  “That should get Adrien to stand down before he goes on an overprotective war path and violates every possible traffic law to get here.”

“I’m safe?” he repeated uncertainly.  “I mean,” he added quickly, “I am, but…”

“I sent him a picture of you and your license plate when I sent my coordinates,” she cut in, her smile never fading.  “He ran a ch…”

“You sent him my picture and license?” he asked surprised.

She gave him a flat look.  “Well yeah,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous question she’d ever heard.  She pointed to herself.  “Woman.” She waved around vaguely.  “In the middle of nowhere.  With no witnesses.  At night. You may be hot, but I’m not stupid.” She paled almost instantly; her eyes widened for a moment before clamping closed as she dropped her head into her hands.  “Maybe I am.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his lips.  His chest puffed out and he crossed his arms casually, making sure to plant his fists under his biceps to accentuate them. He’d let her know he thought she was stunning twice, not that he was counting, but this was the first time she’d indicated that she reciprocated, and he definitely wanted to encourage that. “That was really smart.  I’m impressed.  Most people wouldn’t have thought to do that.  So, I take it I passed?”

“More than passed,” she nodded.  Her eyes caught on his arms for a moment before she met his eyes. Her cheeks flushed again at having been caught, but she narrowed her eyes at his smug smirk.  “You must have really impressed him, otherwise you would have gotten a ‘seems okay, so far’.  But you got a ‘he’s safe’.  You have to be a superhero or be a veterinarian or just save kittens in your spare time or something.”

It was only the years of training that stopped him from reacting to the statement.  He smiled, much more natural, despite being forced, than his smile after the nefarious comment, but it was close.  “I’ve saved a cat or two and quite a few birds,” he huffed out a single laugh at his own joke.  “But I run a security company.  That must be what he found.”

Marinette scoffed.  “Unlikely.  No offense but running a company doesn’t mean anything.  If anything, we’ve learned not to trust anyone who runs their own company.”

“What’s wrong with owning your own company?” he asked uncertainly.  She snickered at his indignation.  “No, really. I’m very secure,” he assured her hastily.  Her smile brightened even further until her eyes were crinkling at the edges.

He pursed his lips at her obvious amusement at his expense.  “I mean, I’m very good at my job,” he rephrased more cheekily.  He shot her a charming smile and took a step closer so he was towering over her but not invading her space.  “And my job is safety.  I make sure the things under my care are safe.”

She studied him for a moment appraisingly, her grin turning playful.  “I’m sure you do,” she agreed placatingly.  She kept studying him for another moment, letting him study her in return, before nodding toward the car.  “Come on,” she prompted softly, “it’s getting dark.  We should probably get back to the cars.”

He blinked a few times before her words registered.  “Oh right.  After you.”  He motioned to the path in front of them.

Marinette snorted.  “Or together,” she offered instead.  “There’s enough room for both of us.”

He chuckled.  His grin broad and boyish after her suggestion.  “Together,” he nodded.  “Together’s better.”  He just barely restrained himself before his hand met with the small of her back.  He pulled his hand back and shoved it into his pocket.

“So, what brings you here?” she asked after a few silent steps.

“To France or…” he motioned around them.

“Either,” she shrugged.  She turned to face him without slowing down, walking backward so she could look him in the eyes while they spoke.  “Both.”

He met her eyes, relishing the way the last strains of the sun reflected in them, but constantly keeping the ground behind her in his peripheral vision in case any obstacles appeared.  “I came for a big security conference.  A bunch of experts in the field talking about new security measures and new hacking threats.”

“Oh!  The one in Marseilles?” she perked up instantly, almost tripping over a small rise in the dirt.  His hands darted out to her forearms in an instant to steady her, but she fell a bit too fast and almost faceplanted into his chest.  She looked up into his eyes, so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body, but it was how his hands felt on her arms and the look in his eyes that was overwhelming her brain, making it impossible to think of anything else.  Safety. He was right.  He really was good at it.

She finally took a step back and cleared her throat lightly.  “Sorry. You wouldn’t believe how clumsy I am.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets again.  “It’s okay.  I didn’t mind.  Guess you were right, I am a hero.”  She snorted but it had the effect he was going for; she grinned and shook her head as she started walking forward again.  “But, yeah, Marseilles.  How did you know?” he prompted again.

“My friend, the friend who looked you up, spoke about ways to use AI to protect and insulate data from hackers.  He was really excited about it,” she answered, the tone of pride could not be missed.

Will paled instantly but plastered on a slightly less convincing smile.  Max Kante. Max Kante gave that talk.  He knew because Will was only in France in the first place because of Max Kante.  Bruce paid for Will to attend the conference in France because, as the owner of a security company, he would seem the least suspicious.  A perfect cover to observe a potential new asset for the Justice League.  A new asset that had the capability to uncover Will’s past affiliations.

He studied Marinette closely from the corner of his eye, looking for any indication that her previous comment was better informed than he had thought it was at the time, but she continued walking with ease, her body relaxed, and her expression content rather than the knowing glint he would have expected.  She was either an amazingly talented actress, or she had no idea.  No.  If Will had to put his money on it, he’d wager it was just a very lucky guess.

They walked next to each other, sometimes swaying close enough to brush against one another for a few steps and gazing at the other shyly. “You’re pretty far from Marseilles,” she noted when they got to the cars.

“Yeah… I’m aware.  Very far from my hotel,” he sighed.

Marinette could barely drag her eyes from his figure. He was leaning back against the side of the car, hands still shoved into his pockets, legs stretched out, and ankles crossed casually.  She swallowed thickly.  “What… um… what brought you way out here?"

He chuckled and nodded to the field in front of them. “The lavender.  I wanted to get some pictures.  Same as you, apparently.”

“That’s a long way to travel for some pictures,” she noted, propping herself up on the edge of the car’s trunk.

He chuckled.  “It’s really not.  Not for an American.  Driving 6 hours, now that’s a long way.  One hour? That’s a commute to work.”

She stared at him, eyes wide, trying to ascertain if he was joking or not.  “That’s crazy,” she declared upon deciding he was not.

“I don’t disagree,” he chuckled.

She continued to stare at him for a few seconds before shaking her head.  “Americans.”

He shrugged but looked up to meet her eyes through his lashes, almost cautiously.  “I promised my daughter I’d check them out.”

She sat up straight.  “You have a daughter?” she asked.  Contrary to the disinterest he’d feared, she seemed excited about the news, interested to find out more.  He grinned wildly and pulled out his phone.

“Yeah.  Lian. Here.”  He turned his phone to show her the lock screen; a shot of him twirling Lian around, both laughing brightly.  

“Awww.  She’s adorable,” she gushed.

“Thanks.  Yeah, she is. She was really upset she couldn’t come with me.”  A sappy smile appeared as he spoke about his daughter.

“I’m with her,” she nodded resolutely with mock derision. “I would have been upset too. Going out to see such beautiful sights without her.  Terrible thing to do to a girl.”

“Hey!  It’s her fault I’m here,” he objected with a chuckle.  He leaned in closer like he was passing on a secret.  “I would have happily stayed in my hotel for my stay, focused on making some connections.  She decided to help by searching for what I could see while I was in France.  Luckily, I got to her before she saw anything more than these fields.  There are far worse things she could have seen while searching for ‘pretty things for a daddy to see in France’.”

“Oh no!  She didn’t!” she gasped, horrified at the possibilities.

“Oh, she did.  I had to have a long discussion with her grandfather about child safety settings and the internet.”  He chuckled and leaned back against the car, but still closer than he had been before. “She’s with her grandfather while I’m here.  Probably running circles around him and getting spoiled absolutely rotten while watching wildly inappropriate videos on YouTube.”

Marinette’s eyes softened.  “Grandparents are good for that.  She sounds like a handful.”

“She absolutely is,” he agreed.  He took one last, wistful look at his phone before tucking it into his pocket.  “How about you?”

She blinked, then blinked again.  Nope, that was still what he asked.  “Excuse me?”

His eyes widened in realization.  “What brings you here!” he clarified hastily.  “It’s a long way to travel for some pictures,” he repeated back to her.

“Oh.”  She chuckled, blood rushing to her cheeks again.  She ducked her head, letting her hair curtain around her face until her cheeks could return to their normal color and she nodded up the road.  “My friend is getting married nearby in a few days.”

He leaned closer and ducked his head to catch her eye. “The annoying one?” he teased.

She snorted.  “Yes, but in a different way.  No. Not the one I mentioned before.  He’s also in the wedding though, as is my counter-hacker.”  She furrowed her brow and pulled out her phone to check the time.  “Speaking of… I have to get to the hotel for the final fittings soon.  I can wait with you for a bit longer or…” she bit her lip anxiously as she looked down the road, drawing Will’s attention straight to her lips, “I can’t give you a ride to Marseilles, but I can give you a ride to the next town over or the hotel we’re staying at.  You can find a ride back from there.”

Will made a show of looking at his watch discreetly. “It will probably take the tow truck a while to get here and it is getting pretty dark.  And if I can get someone to provide the part, I can fix the car myself tomorrow.  I don’t have anywhere I need to be tonight, though I am getting hungry.  I wouldn’t mind a ride, if you don’t mind and if your counter-hacker can ask them to tow it to wherever you take me.”

Marinette grinned.  “I can do that.  As for food, there’s a place close to the hotel that we found when we scouted the hotel. It’s not fancy, but I liked it. They’ve got a great Flaugnarde.  I have to do the fittings, but it shouldn’t take me too long.  I can show you the restaurant.”

“That sounds perfect,” he assured her as he followed her to her car.  “I can get a room and check in with my daughter while you’re doing the fittings. Then we can get a floo… thing.  It’s my favorite.”

She chuckled at him, amusement pulling her lips up at the corners.  “You’ve never had one, have you?”

“No, no I have not,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “but I’m dying to try it.  How about I buy you one as a thank you?”

She grinned.  “Throw in a glass of wine and you have yourself a deal.”

“How about wine, a fla… thing…, and dessert.  Unless it’s a dessert in which case, I’ll throw in the meal.  Or if it’s a drink I’ll throw in the meal, dessert, and it.”

She chuckled and looked away shyly, her cheeks blazing even more than before as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Flaugnarde,” she said quietly. She looked back up at him with a shy smile.  “It’s a dessert and that sounds…” she trailed off when she saw him.  The last bastions of the sun flared behind him, setting off his red hair like flames and making him seem like a modern day Hou Yi after shooting down the ninth sun.  Her heart thundered in her chest as her mind started racing with possibilities.  “…perfect,” she finished breathlessly.

“Do you need any more pictures for your inspiration?” he asked before opening the door.  “Or should we go?”

“No,” she smiled at him as she slid into the car, “I think I’ve finally found mine.”

*The lavender scene is inspired by this image: https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/lavender-fields-france-provence-1440137069

*Will Harper is Roy Harper’s clone and Lian’s father in Young Justice

@maribat-calendar-events

[notwithaste]

as i still process unnatural habits and annoy my nearest and dearest fandom friends with my endless discourse on phryne-jack-rosie dynamic absolutely nobody asked for as well as dissecting that last scene - you know the one where she said it’s never too late for him (ha!) and he wanted her to know he wasn’t with rosie and she was very relieved to know he wasn’t with rosie and he was fully going to kiss her and they smiled dumbly at each other and he went out presumably to commit murder so they could work together again soon and she ended her night leaning back against the door smiling dreamily (i know what you are phryne fisher!)

yes AS i still process ~that episode, i have somehow in a feverish daze reached season 3 and let me tell ya, the opening credits are nowhere ~near long enough for me to process that cold open because they’re ~dating? 🧎🏼‍♀️

it’s that breath she takes before she opens the door to what she thinks is jack that will haunt me, because this is jack and this matters. help.

‘is that an invitation.’

‘well i could wait a whole day for yours.’

and that exchange is snappy and quick and witty as they always are, but boy if there isn’t an undercurrent of something more there from phryne and as much as she’s been the flirty airy force in this dance they’ve been doing, i think it’s wearing on phryne a little, his reluctance and his guard. and i am really curious about their date and how it was arranged and who made it happen and what were the implications because that was NOT a friendly meal and they were both giving it such regard and relevance and care, and then the disappointment and frustration in the aftermath, and the trying again and god. that was a date date.

and then of course the main event with THE OTHER MEN. THE CONSTANT PARADE. lord i have asked and i have received 😭

and i don’t mean that in the sense that phryne should be called out on her men or her past (never!) but that it would bother jack? yes, of course it would bother jack, of course it does; and it may have taken enough whiskey to kill a horse (dear repressed jack, never change) but i’m so glad it came out. jealous trope can be so SO good when done right and so often on shows we get the tired generic shtick that comes out possessive and controlling and over the top, but here jack is in fact actively trying to be okay with it. he’s trying to be the man she needs him to be (or rather the man he thinks she needs him to be!) and it’s so endearing and so jack and i love that. but the thing is, jealousy is an emotion like any other and it’s human and when someone you love is with someone else, that’s gonna bother a person and i just love how honest and raw that scene is. especially considering how long it must have been brewing and how much it must have been bothering him to say something at all, let alone be so candid about it (i love you, alcohol).

(also phryne’s delivery of ‘what other men’ had me YODELLING 😭😭 i love her more than words can say.)

(oh but yes; he’s trying so hard to be what he thinks she wants him to be and all she wants is him.)

and then of course the undressing scene elmo fire gif 😮‍💨 now i don’t know if she was just saying it to throw him off kilter but i find it hard to believe phryne fisher wouldn’t do at least some of the undressing; sneak a peak, call it research, reconnaissance if you will.

i hate they didn’t get their date however i LOVE the layer her father’s presence has added to phryne. that last scene, the raw old hurt there - accentuated by the fact ~she always plays the role of the frivolous one; god that juxtaposition honestly gave me goosebumps! - was so honest and exquisite.

and when baron toast to his daughter, the look jack shoots her is ~knowing. she may be putting up an indifferent casual front but he knows her and he notices and god it’s so good. i really want this explored and addressed, especially but not exclusively with jack and phryne.

(also mac asking phryne what have you done to him 😭 and then when phryne says stood him up for another man she’s like come on cough up like phryne standing up jack is the most ridiculous concept 😭 also, mac and jack as friends in law is my favourite non-phrack headcanon interaction 🫶🏻)

and god i just love this new dynamic we’ve shifted to in s3, the way they are about each other and with each other is just so… inevitable. i mean she’s always been tactile but now she’s ~tactile; she’s not just teasing and edging anymore. and he’s been reserved but now he’s calling her out - and not just in his big speech but throughout the episode. and it feels like there’s a clear purpose to what they’re doing, a clear shift that’s happened where they went from knowing who they are to each other in season 2 to taking that knowledge and giving it direction and trajectory and purpose, and the progression is just wonderful to watch 😭

(that said, i’ve only seen 3.1 so far so if i’m horrendously wrong you’ll give me a break and we’ll just pretend i never said that 😂)

tl;dr they should kiss now and jack’s floppy bed hair is very lovely and should make an appearance alongside phryne’s going to bed face from unnatural habits and essie’s freckles are a source of great distraction to me

[fatyaoi]

your art has literally changed my perception of my body, like it made me realize its hot as fuck to be fat. anyway may i request how you imagine postal 1 dude if he took care of himself and gained some weight from it

um . i spent like a full week trying to figure out how i wanted to respond to this because it is genuinely i think the most touching thing a stranger has ever said to me. i couldn't quite say what i wanted to so i'm just going to say what i can. putting it under the cut cause its a little long and wordy but um. i don’t think you had any idea this would be the case but your message was so so profound and special to me. i am wishing you so well sincerely with my whole heart and i am so grateful to hear that and to be a part of whatever journey you are on. please continue being loving toward your wonderful body and i hope you enjoy the dude <333333

i’ve literally spent my entire life capital f Fat. i can’t think of a time i wasn’t the literal fattest person in any given room. the only way i was personally able to heal from a lifetime of mistreatment was through kink. i have always been deeply and exclusively attracted to fat men, and drawn to other fat people in general- but my own relationship with my body was impossible to fully mend without rediscovering myself through the eroticism of fat. even in my worst moments of self doubt, there is no hatred and i would not change this aspect of my body for anything.

the objective fact is that the fat body is a beautiful, desirable, sensual, and natural state of being. in fact i think it’s one of the best things you can be :^) just about everything i do is dedicated to the love of, and healing through the love of fat. its the reason i draw what i draw. i mean yes its insanely hot when a guy gets too fat for his button up but my experience of pain and heartbreak and euphoria and Love goes into Everything i do. so the idea that the minuscule amount of time i have really been vocal or open has done anyone any sort of good like. i am literally so grateful. i am overwhelmed and so happy and so grateful.

um that was a lot but its been like. swirling around in my head for a hot minute now. again, i think this is probably the most touching thing a stranger has ever said to me. anon im assuming youll see this at least i’m praying you will, but i am sending you so so so much love i’m literally squeezing my eyes shut and focusing so hard on blasting you with big pink hearts ok? please know you are so right and so hot always. showing yourself the love and kindness you deserve is one of the hardest things you can do and i am So proud of you. i am rooting for you. in fact i am rooting for everyone who might be reading this. please know in your hardest most painful moments that i am rooting for you and that i believe in you.

any remember everypony-

[local-angst-satan-diinosour11]

behold! A collection of smaller Not Doc Worthy writings for the Order au! (Ft. Friend’s ocs, AU exclusive ocs and Subsanity)

Two demons made thier way through the underbrush of the Playground canopies, drained of their green and brown hues in favor of blacks, whites and grays of this new reality they are living in. It’s… eerily quiet for what Playground is- well- WAS. So to break the silence, Citric started up some small talk. “JUSTICE, WHAT DID YOU HEAR IN THERE? WHILE YOU WERE UNDERCOVER?” “Hm? Oh! Well… you remember when they said they were shutting out the Biograft operation?” “YES?” “And you remember when they promised to dismantle the Biografts?” Citric gave a small wince at that, deep down, they still care. Even when the other biografts didn’t, at the end of the day they are still a Biograft themselves… “… WHAT… WHAT ABOUT IT?” “Well turns out they wanted to use them for themselves. To enforce thier idea of “Justice” and “Order” “NO WAY.” “Yes way!! That also explains why the tech in those.. things- we’ve been fighting seems so familiar!” “THAT… DOES EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS…” “Yeah….” “… CREATOR WHOULD HAVE NEVER AGREED TO THIS…” “… I know….” “….. if… if he find him.. I’m sure w-we can find the others…” “BANLAND WARDEN BAN HAMMER HAS BEEN TAKEN TOO, YES?” “Yeah…” “I AM SURE WE WILL FIND HIM AS WELL.” “… thanks Citric..”

Citric and Justice banter! As they walk around Playground!

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Citric and Justice carefully walked across the room they found themselves in, a whole lot of sneaking is what it took to break into this lab like facility- it almost reminds Citric of Blackrock… almost. Thier claws carefully grazed across one of the large containers in the room, on the fronts and the sides they are numbered. They also seem to have a window on all of them but it’s hard to see what is in them due to what appears to be liquid inside.. they all seem to have a color too. They were all glowing, making them the only splash of color the room had. “L-let’s not stay long… this place gives me the heebiejeebies… plus we might get caught if we linger…” “HM.” Justice looks over at thier robotic companion. “Something’s up?” “THESE… LOOK LIKE TEST TUBES. THE ONES BACK IN BLACKROCK. BUT FAR MORE CLOSED OFF THEN THE ALL GLASS ONES THERE.” “….. wait.” They came over to actually see what Citric was pointing out about these containers, giving it a small squint. “Oh… oh my swords your right…” “THEY DIDNT GET USED OFTEN, BUT THEY HAD THEM JUST IN CASE.” “Let’s… let’s just hope there’s nothing in them….” “I CAN NOT SEE MUCH IN IT. THE LIQUID INSIDE IS TOO THICK.” “Yknow.. I just realized something-“ “WHAT IS YOUR RELIZATION?” “Don’t some of these match the colors of some of those giant monster things we fought?” Citric seems to pause… and then take a look at the tubes around them. “YOU SEEM TO BE CORRECT.” “Do… you think this has anything to do with them?…” “THERE IS ALWAYS A CHANCE.” “… right… o-ok.. we should come back here later then, when we can! That is-“ “SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN.”

The two have found the phighters… but they don’t know it…. Yet. (NOTE: the deities are in the same area their beasts are in instead of being with the phighters)

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…. You wanted to say something. ANYTHING. Tell them to run, tell them to leave you-

But you cant. Even if you could that’s just a waste of what little energy you have, and you are already using it up just to keep this thing from attacking Citric and their friend. To buy them enough time to fight him or run, you can only hold onto it for so long before Order’s design becomes absolute once again.

For the third time in your life… You wanted to cry. But that’s another thing you can’t do, you can’t even feel what was supposed to be your body. Is it even still there? Has it rotten away yet? You don’t know the answers to these questions, and you can’t find out anyways.

As your grasp slips from the beast, so does your vision. Slowly blurring once agian as you let go of the damned thing…. You just hope those two can fight back or make a run for it… Citric…. im… sorry….

a look at what it’s like for the phighters (and deities) in this situation

More on this: The Phighter can only hold onto it for so long till it becomes tiring, then it’s back to being a patrolling killing machine

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“Congratulations, y’did what that warden couldn’t and caught me. What do y’have to say?” “Ma’am you are a wanted for being a murderer before The Era of Order, a participant of the Phighting Tournaments and a member of The Church Of The True Eye.” “I WAS a member. Y’got rid of almost all of us and got rid of the only life i have.. got nothin left.” “… hm. From what we knew we expected a bit more bite.” “Got no reason to put up much ova fight. Y’broke me, hope yer happy.” “Save it for Ivory.” “Got nothin left to say anyways.”

scythe isn’t doing well in this au AT ALL. I will elaborate more when I share her design

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“And you’re also harboring a traitor…” “W-we put that past us!!” “really now?…” “The higher ups are gone and there’s no need for any of that anymore!!” “And you aren’t even going to TRY to build blackrock back up to full glory???” “There was nothing “Glorious” about it in the first place other then the fact we are the most technologically advanced faction! And that’s fine by me!” “…… so your both traitors?…” “N-NO!! T-that’s not-“ “Because that’s exactly what I’m hearing….”

Subsanity at it again with bullying other versions of himself

More on this: Subspace and Medkit pretty much chill tf out Because of au events (NO SUBKIT, they are just.. friends agian ig??)

They were also forced to work together which contributed to that (they now look at other versions of themselves like they are feral animals)

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Oh my goodness! I feel so honored! Thank you for all the love and kindness!

To celebrate, send me a character and a quote from the list below, and I'll write a little blurb to go with it! Obviously I love writing for Roy Kent, but check out my Masterlist if you want to see anyone else I enjoy writing for (or you can suggest someone! No guarantees but hey, maybe I'll find someone new to write for!).

**EVENT CLOSED**

(Quote sources are linked)

“Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?” 

“You haven’t changed at all.” 

“I can’t believe you remembered.” 

“You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.”

“I don’t want them. I want you.”

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you."

"Maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway."

"No, you idiot. I love you."

"I can't not love you. It's just not in me... crap, did I say that out loud?"

"I'm so scared that you'll never want to hold my hand again... and your hand is the only hand I want to hold."

"What makes you think I want to kiss you?"

“ just come over. “

“ i wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. “

“ truth is that i’m so damn in love with you that i don’t know what to do with myself. “

“ may i have this dance? “

“ so… is this like, a thing now? “

“ do you think we should move in together? you spend all your time here anyway. “

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

"Are you joking?" "If I were you would be laughing."

“I could kiss you right now!” "You're very welcome to it."

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?” “That was supposed to be a wink!”

“I like your costume, you look very cute.” “Are you making fun of me?”

“Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.”

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You’re very lucky I love you.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

"You think I would be here if I didn't love you?"

"You have no idea just how much you mean to me."

"Goddamnit, I love you! Alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret."

"You did this to me! You made me fall fucking head over heels for you."

"You're my bestfriend! We shouldn't- I shouldn't be feeling like this. Fuck."

i'm in my bed, you're in your bed. one of us is in the wrong place.

i fall for your smile every single time.

i don't want comfortable. i want passion.

“you know my mum likes you more than me, her own child” “can’t really blame her”

“my sister thinks that we’re dating”

I never had anyone to call my own.

What am I supposed to say when someone asks me if I still miss you?

"you’ve given me so many memories, i'd hate it if you become one"

"Does that mean we can finally kiss now?"

“you’re going on a date?” “well yeah..it’s not like we’re exclusive or anything right?” “yeah..yes ofc not” “yeah”

“we were never just friends, we aren’t just friends, and we will never be just friends”

“i always had a thing for you”

“could you..do that again?”

“how drunk were we?”

“you have NO IDEA how long i’ve wanted to do that” “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you to do that”

"if we loved again, i swear i'd love you right."

"i wonder why we bother with love if it never lasts."

"cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile."

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you

i've been loving you for quite some time

i don't want to dance if i'm not dancing with you

they don’t know how much i miss you

“I’ve got a bit of a past.” “I don’t care.”

“See him? He’s mine. You know what that means? Back the hell up.”

“please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you”

“I can’t even listen to my favourite song without thinking about you!”

“He’s so perfect… and he doesn’t even know it.”

‘  we  were  something,  don’t  you  think  so  ?  ’

‘  if  my  wishes  came  true,  it  would  have  been  you.  ’

‘  i  don’t  quite  know  what  to  say,  but  i’m  here  in  your  doorway.  ’

‘ i  don’t  know  anything,  but  i  know  i  miss  you. "

[clever-fox-studios]

I am way behind on the timeframe but I finally had the chance to watch a play through of RUIN and it made me want to doodle my OCs

It’s a small AU tangent where Jennifer (the human) got fired after an incident where she “used excessive force” on a customer (its a whole thing and she was excessive about it but it was also self defense) and was terminated. As a result, she lost her ability to enter the Pizzaplex and access to some specific things. My thought is that choice of action by how her general manager handles the situation is the canon event where either the main story “Legacy” occurs if Jennifer stays, and an alternative RUIN timeline happens if she’s fired.

Jennifer gets the things together she needs after reconnecting with her father to build Search and Rescue Jenny (the robot is Jenny, that’s a whole thing too) to try and figure out what happened when the plex suddenly collapsed and if her friends are still in there somewhere.

Friends… and someone that has it coming to them.

*****

I haven’t posted a lot about my AU because, well, FNAF fans scare me, and it’s very personal comfort to me. I’m not sure if I’ll keep posting more but just in case I do, there’s a lot of missing context so to clear it up a bit:

The gals sharing a name is on purpose. Jennifer goes exclusively by Jennifer or Jen, Jenny is specifically the robot. There’s a whole reason for that that’s a spoiler in the main AU. Yes it’s silly, I don’t care.

There are two extra animatronics, Jackson Dingo who works at the Raceway and Geanie Spider who worked birthday wish room. They belong to my friend, Lotus, who gave me permission to use them in my AU.

Jennifer is a tech wiz and was a night-guard

-turned-head-of-IT and was suspicious of the Vanny situation affecting the animatronics.

Both Jens were very close with Sun and Moon at one point; Jennifer was friendly with all the bots to some extent, they were all a night shift family, so her investment in them is extremely high.

That’s all! Thank you.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Prince Hans x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Just a very quick thing I wrote because I'm looking through Frozen (Mostly... or exclusively Hans) screencaps.

Reader is Hans secret S/O, and you struggle with the whole Anna situation.

Warnings: Hans.

~

The knock resounding around your room from the door, getting more and more irritated in its volume, timing, and firmness, just fuels your own anger. Slamming shut the book you had been -trying to, - read up until this point, Hans’ most unrequested and unappreciated visit to your temporary chambers, you finally turn to the door from your window seat.

Frustration flickers in you as you look at it, and know he’s behind it. So you look away quickly, setting your jaw. You try to make your tone as polite as possible because who knows who’s listening in, but it waivers still. “I am not taking visitors right now!”

“Y/N come on, let me in. Its me.” Hans calls, being careful with his own tone… but you can tell theirs viciousness hidden beneath.

Yes, I know. Go away. You think though, eyes flashing as you stare out the window at Arendelle; The waters in the fjord frozen solid on top and the vegetation dying. Much like how you feel right now, sans the vegetation. “I’m… busy right now. Preparing for supper.” Rolling your eyes, you lift your arms from your lap and cross them. You don’t care how ridiculous your excuse has to be- he will go the hell away. He has to. You will not be responsible for whatever inevitably gets thrown at him or the injuries he attains from coming in here.

For a few moments its silent out there, and you wonder if he walked off (He can walk surprisingly quietly when he wants to, the sneaky scumbag), before suddenly the doorknob twists. “Then I’ll help you,” Hans announces smoothly as he steps in and closes the door in one swift movement, and your jaw drops; Leaping up to your feet.

“Get out!” You snap, stalking to the door, full of the intent to throw it open and usher him out with flames in your eyes but he steps in the way. Theirs a scowl on his face now, no sight of the charming, agreeable tone he had been using since you got to this damn city.

“Y/N, we have to talk.”

Glaring back fiercely, almost aggressive from the underlying hurt you’re feeling. “No, we don’t. I fully understand the situation!”

“No, you don’t.” His hands find your waist and he turns you around, pressing you into the wall by the door and getting in close- so all you see is his face. You resent it, gritting your teeth and wanting nothing more than to kick him in the groin and push him out the door onto his stupid face. You never want to see him again! “Come on, I told you the plan before we came. You know I’m only pretending to love Anna- “

“You called me your sister.” He sure didn’t tell you about that part of the plan. It threw you off and made your heart sink when he introduced you as such- even now, thinking about it, your stomach rolls.

“For pretences!” He insists. “Do you really think Anna would have even given me a second glance if she knew I was travelling with a… “The bastard trails off, and flashes a tiny smirk. “beautiful, noble woman? She would have thought we were- “

“We are!” You snap. “Or- were.”

“Y/N.” Hans gets serious again immediately at hearing that; An intense look of firmness on his face. Just hearing you say such a thing, that you two were no longer together… hurt him. And he hates that you would dare say such an idiotic – incorrect! – thing. “We came up with the plan together.”

“Well- I- I didn’t know how it would feel.” It’s true, you did know the plan before. You knew perfectly well that it involved Hans seducing either the Queen, or the Princess- before killing them after marriage. You would have been his mistress for as long as they were married, and then he would have wed you. But now you’re his sister? This changes everything! “I don’t think I’m cut out to be your mistress! Or your secret. I shouldn’t have to be! We’ve been engaged since we were kids!- I got used to thinking we would be a together in a certain way, and… That way did not involve hidden tunnels to your bedroom, or- god forbid, me marrying another man in the name of pretences… “

His green eyes flash, apparently enraged by the very thought. “I’ll fix it!” Oh god… Groaning, you close your eyes and let the back of your head rest against the wall. But he just as quickly cups the side of your face, fingers curling around the back of your neck, and has you looking at him again. Theirs a look of earnest on his face that you almost find yourself believing in it- him. “I will- I’ll just tell Anna that I was so beguiled by her beauty- and I didn’t want her even thinking that we were involved- that I made up the sister thing! Easy- “

“Ridiculous!”

“Believable!” His fingers on your waist tighten, digging in just a little in his insistence. Then a sort of rueful… cruel, look slips across his face. “… Besides, she’s off looking for the Ice Queen. She might not come back.”

For a moment you don’t say a word back, just stewing in your own frustrated headache; A Disgusted look on your face. A big part of you wants to give in, because you love the bastard and want to be with him.

And what he’s saying, admittedly, makes sense.

… But you’re still fucking mad, and very jealous, and the thought of him stringing any more lovely, charming words - no matter how fake, - to her makes you feel sick.

Finally, Hans backs off of you, but picks up your hand as he steps back and does not let go; Before nodding his head toward the bed in the middle of the room, and offering you the softest, real smile he can muster. Its not like what he would freely give Anna, for those are totally fake. They’re what he would imagine a happy man to give the woman he’s in love with.

This one’s real. Hans isn’t a soft person, his family has made sure of that, but this smile - wonky and awkward as it is, - is the remaining good-will he has left.

And its all for you.

So willingly, you let him lead you to the bed and get on top of the covers with him, laying in front of him with his arms around your body, your exhausted eyes falling closed a you just try to calm down- maybe sleep. Make this whole nightmare go away for a little while.

You’ll stay like this for a couple of hours, until Hans has to go deal with Anna’s his, kingdom again.

[thebookishbruja]

I've never watched Heartstopper, so in that sense, I don't go here. But in the sense that I am a bisexual with opinions, I do go here. (I saw that they forced that boy to out himself as bisexual and I have thoughts.)

I just think it's highly ironic that people have taken the inclusive, positive (as in, do something actively to add to the world) concept of 'Own Voices' and made it exclusive, negative (take away stories, police people's identities), and then used it for clout, pretending that they have any moral authority.

LMAO THAT'S ABSURD. YOU ARE ABSURD.

The entire point of 'Own Voices', and having people tell their own stories is to bring more people into the fold. It is to prevent the all too common bullshit of studios and publishing companies and powerful straight white men, of benefiting from marginalized communities while at the same time, leaving them out in the cold.

The point of Own Voices is to put a stop to the common Hollywood phenomenon of "oh look at that brave straight man willing to debase himself and play gay for a role" and lauding him with awards. Meanwhile gay men can't even get in the door because 'you're too femme' or 'no one will believe you as a straight man.'

The point of Own Voices is to address the fact that there are a ton of unemployed trans people because 'we don't know what to do with you' and 'we don't think you are versatile enough to play cis people' or 'we don't need any 'niche' writers, thank you' meanwhile they've got cis people picking up Oscars for the 'brave incredible' act of pretending to be trans for a few months. It's having people lining up to suck you off because 'oh look how much you care about those people' but in real life, they wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire.

The issue is, the vast unemployment problem for visibly queer people, and then, us having to watch the people who exclude them parade around acting like their savior.

The answer is always…if the money is flowing, you need to make sure little dams are not being built to keep it from flowing to the communities you are profiting from.

The solution is to make sure marginalized people are in the room in positions of influence, so that the characters aren't mocked. To make sure the stories are told in an authentic manner.

If you are telling queer stories and you haven't got any queer people on the project? That's a problem. If you are making money off communities and excluding them? That's a problem.

Own Voices is a principle that targets the capitalist element of producing art. It looks at the people who fund the project. It takes into account makeup of the project over all. It makes sure that the capital is flowing to the places it is benefiting from.

IT IS NOT an exclusionary principle of 'you have to be of that exact queer identity in order to depict that queer identity'. That's literally absurd. It inhibits empathy. It restricts storytelling. And, it goes in the dead opposite direction of where we want to go!!

AND it is actively homophobic and destructive and malicious, because it leads to policing people's identities. It leads to outing people. It leads to reductive, predatory, behavior, it leads to harassment. And for bisexual people, it creates this constant hostile environment of we cannot just be. We cannot just exist. We have to keep proving ourselves.

I remember when I told one of my friends that I was bisexual. (I talked about this in my day of bi visibility post) She told me she didn't believe me. That all girls like to kiss girls for boys attention and for fun. She told me when I ate pussy, she'd believe me. (lmaooooosob I know!) And this is a common common common attitude towards bisexual people. "I don't believe you. Perform a sex act." PEOPLE I'M NOT KIDDING THIS IS ABSURDLY AWFUL AND HORRIBLE AND YES SOMETIMES FEELS DARKLY COMEDIC BUT IT IS SO HARMFUL AND IT IS SO COMMON. STOP IT.

Now, is there nuance to the question of casting queer people in queer roles? Yes. Of course. As a feminist I would be remiss to not mention trans women. (actual feminists give a fuck about all women not just cis women, just, you know, for the record) For example, with trans women, the most overbearing stereotype of trans women is that they are men in disguise. There are quite literally legal defenses that are built on it that have (and continue to allow) men to murder trans women and escape punishment in America. That they are just men under women's clothes, tricking you. Waiting to spring the truth on you. They are literally murdered behind this vicious bigotry. When you have a cis man playing a trans woman, you risk feeding into that stereotype.

Now. There is more nuance on top of that. If the project involves trans people, trans women are writing it, is it well done, is it humanizing? It may have value! But people also aren't obligated to feel overjoyed about it either. People are allowed to point out that connection and to prefer to see a trans woman in a trans woman role.

BUT THERE IS LITERALLY NO NUANCE ANYWHERE that allows you to take this concept of own voices, and use it to say "you must always be x to portray/write x or we will harass you." THERE IS NO EXPLANATION ANYWHERE that allows you to require people to 'prove' their identities to you. There is LITERALLY NO WIGGLE ROOM for you to demand people to perform sexual or romantic acts for you to 'prove' who they are. That is disgusting. And it is actively hostile to bisexual people.

And when you fix your fingers to get on twitter and say that a boy (HE IS BARELY 18) is APPROPRIATING queer identity because he hasn't fucked a dude for you on camera, I mean lol you don't give a fuck about queer people. STFU lmaooo. You don't look like Marsha P Johnson, you don't look like Harvey Milk. You look like a petty, small minded little asshole with too much time on their hands, trying to get clout on the internet. (I also suspect there is some horny fetishizing behavior at play there because people want to watch him kiss other boys. This is the whole....please understand the difference between fiction and reality. Enjoy fictional queer relationships all you want. Find men hot together all you want. But do not treat REAL LIFE ACTUAL men and boys like they are your little performing dolls ffs. Gross, people. Gross!!)

Anyway,

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE QUEER TO PLAY QUEER. We can demand broad and consistently inclusive projects, AND not be utter assholes and police people's identities. I promise you. We can. In fact, it is perfectly logical, consistent and normal. We can include gay men and bisexual men in projects that depict them, without bullying children. I promise you that. It's easy. It's simple as pie my dears.

And if you get online and use the language of social justice to be a heinous little bully, I hope you know everyone else can see you for what you are. No one thinks you're smart or that you care about social justice. You're just a clout chasing asshole and you need to stop.

[flowersforfrancis]

Why do people think humans killing each other is a bad thing when animals do the same thing and nobody gives a shit? NOW I'M NOT SAYING I AGREE WITH MURDER, IT'S A GENUINE QUESTION. I will explain. (I will be using lions as an example)

The only known predator for lions are other lions. They have no need to kill each other whatsoever. They don't need to in order to survive(technically) and they don't need to in order to get food.

Lions are warm-blooded mammals and they have feelings and they can learn things, just like humans. If they learn from mistakes and they adapt. They have even made up their own language through sounds that come out of their mouths, just like humans. I think that this kind of shows that they have thoughts and maybe a conscience.

Knowing this, human beings do not give a damn if animals kill each other, whether it be for food or for sport. So why do people get so upset when humans do the same thing? It just doesn't make very much sense to me.

God. To be perfectly honest I do wish that it was also anonymous on my end. But I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t something I’ve thought about quite a lot.

(Also apologies for taking so long- I was unsatisfied with answer-(still am), and then I just completely forgot.)

Yes, I definitely disagree with murder. But it is a funny thing. I feel as though humans have decided that they deserve a life- they deserve to live. We’ll say ‘taking a life’, as though in murdering someone you’ve just stolen from them. Like you’ve stolen an opportunity, a possibility. People will say stuff like, ‘oh they had so much left to do’, -something I often think about: When people are aware of the closeness of their death, often they’ll say they want to do certain things before they die- why? Sorry if it’s insensitive or offensive to any religions, but when you’re dead you simply won’t care. It’s only a sentimental Idea. Perhaps if you want to be remembered in a certain way, or do something like making a significant change. But fearing death is a whole 'nother thing, and of course it does have to do with murder, but I'm not even going to try to go into all that.

Death only affects the mourners. I guess murder is supposed to be unfair to them because, y’know, they want that person in their life. There’s the saying that grief is selfish- yes- selfish, but obviously reasonable, because we can’t help but need others. It’s interesting what you said about lions- that while they form attachments, same as us, they aren’t as affected by loses. I don’t really know why humans are more affected. Yes, we may be more developed and our relationships may be more complex, but it does make me think. Part of it might be because humans have a lot more individuality. We connect with everyone differently, and we are more exclusive in our connections. And humans do have more of capacity for thought- so over time we have thought about morals, and what we consider ‘right’ and ‘wrong’.

In the end I think murder has been labeled as wrong because of the way it makes us feel. And because while death is imminent, we try our best to avoid it for as long as possible. So when someone murders someone, the problem is the choice that was made. The death didn’t need to happen. If it did: the murderer is at fault. The person who died, easily could’ve lived. Again, Humans feel they are owed life and they are owed the people in their lives. -that no one has a right to take that, that it’s unfair. By murdering someone you are willingly bringing unhappiness to others- making it morally wrong.

I'd say we are repulsed by murder because it has been done at the hands of a human being with a consciousness. When someone has, for example been mutated we think of it as worse- out of fear and instinctive disgust. We talk of quick, painless, deaths, and hope that ourselves, and others, will receive them. But why do we care? If someone's death is painful, yes, maybe we don't want to imagine them in pain, but pain or no pain, they died all the same.

We plead and fight for our lives out of instinct, because we have a strange sort of a hope, because we hold a sense of belonging and a fear of the unknown.

But yeah, I don't really know the answer to your question. My general summary would be that the murderer is responsible for the suffering of those left behind. If someone were to be murdered, and they lived in complete isolation and hadn't a single relationship, I wouldn't see the fuss. We would only detest that because we have already been taught that murder is 'bad', whereas animals such as lions, technically, have been taught no such thing.

(Also I know that this was quite repetitive- sorry about that too).