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ventisehe · 3 years

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trust and betrayal / genshin impact / gorou

best boi woof woof gets content because i love him. back when the gorou content is still scarce, i stumbled on this post where gorou used to be the lover of electro archon reader. i forgot who made the post but if you're reading this, please message if you want me to take down this post. i got inspired by your post i had to write. i am new to writing d/i/r/t/y stuff so please bear with me and my terrible writing.

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warning: unedited, not proofread, angst, and not/s/f/w

The sun has begun its ascent, taking its rightful place in the morning skies, as the moon bid its farewell with one last withering light from a distance. The sun acknowledges your presence, cascading its warm rays upon your exposed form, prompting you to awake from your peaceful slumber. However, you dismiss its greeting with a quiet murmur of protest, opting to ignore the warmth and instead bury your face on the chest of the man lying down beside you.

A chuckle blossoms in the silence of the bedroom, and a pair of lean arms capture you in an embrace. This disturbance, however, is welcomed, unlike the sunlight which still has its touch on your nude back. “I know you want to sleep in, my love,” A deep voice grumbles next to your ear, causing you to squirm. “But don’t you believe it’s time to wake up? Your work awaits you.” You can almost hear the amusement in his exhausted voice, and you did not have to incline your sight to meet his to see he is regarding you with a rather entertained expression. You can already imagine how the sunrays perfectly cast the caramel color of his hair and the tuft of white with light, and how his teal eyes appraise you in a heated gaze – you clenched your thighs at the mere thought.

The only response you can conjure in your state of fatigue is an inaudible noise of objection to his suggestion. Your fingers reach out and softly curls themselves on his tousled brown and white tresses. Another chuckle falls from his lips. You feel his hand stray to your own hair and tucks a lock behind your ear. “You must be very exhausted. You’re not usually like this.” He whispers. “Did I overdo it last night, dearest?” His voice is small and quiet, like the morning has yet to dawn upon the land of Eternity, and the dark skies littered with stars and moon still looms over.

A shiver weaves throughout your body as his fingers dances across your back, from the back of your neck to the dip of your back, and to the space just above your ass.

“I’m going to guess I’m right.”

A squeal brushes past your lips when his digits took a bit of your soft flesh in their hold and pinches lightly. The fatigue that has once clouded your senses is dispelled at his ministration. Your hand abandons his strands and leaves a reprimanding slap on his chest, but your halfhearted action did not deter your lover. He laughs at the pout forming on your face, his tail moving left and right.

“Not funny, Gorou.” You chastise – although there is no venom lacing your inflection – with a mild frown.

A broad and infectious beam is present and apparent on Gorou’s brims, and his laughter slowly came to a cease as he regains his bearings. “Sorry, sorry.” There is a lack of sincerity in his quipped apology. His arm comes to a rest around your waist and with a firm but controlled pull, your physique presses closer to him. His other arm curls around your head and brings your face closer to his own until you can see the imperfections of his features you have grown to adore. Your line of sight embarks in a journey to the softness and warmth in his eyes, to the pink hue dusting across his cheeks, to his lips which beckons you to relive the ecstasy of last night, and then lastly, to the marks and bruises marring his neck.

You lick your lips at the sight of them. You can vaguely recall straddling him in the previous evening, head spinning and mouth open in a moan as your hips and pussy worked wonders on his cock. You remember leaning over to his panting stature, breathing down on his neck, hearing him whimper in need as filth of your desires spewed to his ears, before sinking your teeth on his flesh. He cried out your name whenever your walls contract on his length, and his bound wrists above his head struggled against the restraints, desperate to touch you.

A purr of satisfaction thrums against your chest as his fingers begin to toy with your tresses. The sensation is familiar and comforting, it almost brings you back to the brink of sleep until he spoke. “But it’s not like this is the first time I’ve touched your ass.”

A stoic mask encapsulates your features, and Gorou takes pleasure in renouncing his fingers from playing with your hand in favor of taking your cheek between his fingers and tugging at it tenderly. You let out a mewl of objection to his antics, but it seems to garner the opposite reaction as he pulls your cheek a little harder the second you expressed your dislike to his innocent deed.

“Gorou, stop,” You groan out as your eyes flutter to a close, but even with making known of your disapproval to his ministration, your body remains contentedly secure against his chest, doing nothing to support your statement. Early in the morning, late in the night, when the sun has risen, or the moon has reigned, you craved his attention – and he knew it too.

You huff, and even then Gorou did not relent his pinching. “How would you like a taste of your own medicine?”

A smirk appears on Gorou’s lips, and his tail, though wagging, settles in a more languid pace. “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

An affirmation is all you need from him. Your hands leave their purchase on his bare chest to caress his ears, and slowly, you curl your digits behind them. The effect you laid on him is instantaneous. His ears twitches at your touch and his head is thrown back, an imperceptible moan of pleasure seeping through his parted lips. His eyes close at the sensation, and scarlet hue over his cheeks became richer in color. Oh, how you wanted to witness the helplessness that you are certain to cross his eyes, to be in awe of the power you hold over this man, but you dare not to disturb this time of tranquility and intimacy between the two of you. For now, you shall spare him from the mortification.

This time, it is your turn to showcase your smirk. His reactions never fail to amuse you. You proceed to put your fingers into motion, scratching his dog ears as leisurely. You watch as Gorou bit his lower lip, straining from the temptation to whine at your touch. He opens an eye to look at you, and as you have expected, the vulnerability you have longed to see graces his teal hues. “Stop it, [ Your Name ],” He moans, frustration leaking on his visage. “That’s unfair. You know how sensitive I am with my ears.”

“Then stop pinching my cheek.”

“How will you make me?”

Your jeering smirk broadens at his taunting response, but it looks a bit crooked by how he was still refusing to release your cheek. “Fine, be that way.”

Before he can question your remark, you have already made your move. Gorou gasps in astonishment as you position yourself on top of him, your breasts pressing firmly against his chest and your forearms confining his head in between. Blood rushes to Gorou’s cheeks as he gazes up at your form, contrasting the color of his skin. You stifle a laugh at his reaction.

A gratified smiled appears on your countenance as you cage Gorou beneath you. You catch his left ear twitch. Your triumph is short lived, however. With the playfulness Gorou is exhibiting, the recollections of your erotic endeavors last night dissolve. Your bareness has entirely fled your mind. But everything comes crashing back as his flaccid length brush delicately against your slit. You inhale at the sensation, and a pleasured grunt exudes a delectate grunt.

The feeling of your sexes meeting is fleeting but arousal has begun to form in your lower region. It seems you are not alone in your growing arousal for your lover, his slowly hardening cock and steadily accelerating tail testaments to your claim. If this has been a more lighthearted situation, you know Gorou would impishly scold his tail for betraying him. But Gorou knows when to speak, and when to keep his mouth shut, like the obedient boy he is.

Wordlessly, Gorou keeps his sights on you, eyelids partly cover his hues. You return his gaze with the similar flicker of desire in your own. None to speak a word to the other, afraid even the slightest sound of the outdoors could break the sinful silence surrounding the two of you. The mischief and mirth that once hung in the atmosphere are vanquished, the yearning for the touch of the other taking their place, growing stronger the longer you stare into each other’s eyes.

It catches you by surprise when Gorou moves, circling his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You bite your lip when you feel his muscles flexing in his careful motion, but all attention to them is immediately forgotten as he prods his pelvis against yours. You smother back the shudder that threatens to cascade down your spine, but all efforts are left for naught as a breathless gasp escapes your when he rubs his cock against your soaked pussy. You feel his tip beginning to swell as he continues to play with your nether lips. You swallow as his member travels up and down your slit, tracing your opening, before costively bringing his hips off the mattress.

You open your mouth to question his motives, however, nothing protrudes from you but a sharp and soft exhale. Gorou tightens his hold around you and you can see the effort he exerts to keep himself from throwing his head back further against the pillow behind his head. His cock grazes against your other hole. The precum sprouting at his tip smears at your puckered entrance, the warm liquid creating an uncomfortable stickiness between your rear end and his cock.

An idea surfaces in your mind. As he carries on with his gentle actions, you take this opportunity to retaliate to his less than subtle light teasing.

Does he think I still haven’t caught on with his ways by now?

You push your ass down and up, sliding your puffy pussy lips against his large cock. His reaction is as you would have expected but witnessing it firsthand is always a pleasure to you. His eyes close tightly and his fingernails dig deep and firm on your supple flesh. You can feel shapes of a crescent moon imbedding on to your body.

“[ Your Name ],” Gorou breathes out your name, but nothing else follows. Nothing to indicate he dislikes your treatment, and thus, you carry on. You lift and lower your rear at his hard penis, humming as his essence creams your aching holes. You can so easily slide his cock inside you, take him in and grab the upper hand, have him at the mercy of your body. It almost feels natural to have him beneath you. As the Electro Archon, the almighty Raiden Shogun, you are accustomed to power, and being in a relationship does not alter such acclimation. But you deny yourself of the pleasure to do so.

Letting him in is a victory for him, and this is intended to be punishment for his misbehavior.

A forced chuckle breezes pass Gorou’s lips. “This was your plan, huh? Turn me to repeat what happened last night?” He sucks in a deep breath. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m open to the idea. I’ll be more than happy to oblige for my beautiful Archon.”

Redness tints your cheeks at his words. You still yourself on top of him and purse your lips. “That isn’t my intention – ah – ”

His pelvis thrusts forward before you can finish your sentence. The head of his length slips inside your cunt for a split second, evoking a shocked gasp from you, and pulling out as quickly as he entered. The feeling of his cock poking inside of you still tingles in your hole, and it would be mortifying for you to admit that you wished he had fully sheathed himself inside of you and rail you with abandon.

It takes you several seconds to gather your bearings at the stunt Gorou pulled. Said male grins wickedly at you, his canines showing and glinting in the soft sunrays. A scowl manifest on your brims. “You bastard,” You growl, glowering at his triumphant smile.

“Oh, of course.” Gorou quips. “You tease me, it’s fine. I tease you, I get sworn at.”

You let out a noise of discontentment. “If you have any plans on fucking me today, do it already.”

“Ah, right, you still have your duties to attend to.” Gorou lets out a laugh, but you can detect the hint of resentment in his tone.

You are familiar with Gorou’s feelings about your duties. Although he has not publicly proclaimed it, you have always suspected his disdain to your responsibilities. When you questioned him about this, he simply told you – with a small pout like a child denied of an object of his desire with arms folded over his chest – that your onuses are tearing you away from him. All he wants to do is lay down, forget the world beyond your bedroom, and drown in your presence. This had greatly bothered you for him, of all people, should know what he was getting into when he agreed to be your lover. But that notion was quickly dismissed upon further thought. Gorou never once tried to persuade you to run away from your responsibilities to be with him. He must have already understood that you have a duty you need to fulfill to your people, to your beloved Land of Eternity – but of course, that did not stop him from disliking your callings.

You can sympathize with him, however. With him being one of the Generals of the Shogunate, you too must constantly fight with yourself and stifle the temptation to use your authority to keep him stationed in your abode for him not to stray far from you.

He breathes out. “But you’re the one who decided to get on top of me. If anything, you should be the one fucking me.”

Gorou raises a hand off your waist. You can feel his touch ghosting over your skin, traveling down on your lower back. Your throat tightens as his fingers finds your drenched opening. His touch is light, almost ghostly. You can feel his forefinger tracing your pussy with lazy strokes, but it’s not enough. You gulp – he is making a mess of your arousal, spreading your wetness in your inner thighs and ass.

You choke back a moan. He is hardly touching you and you are responding to his touches like a whore desperate to be used and filled. Perhaps it is because you are.

You know Gorou is aware just how good he is making you feel. His cock has been throbbing in between your ass cheeks as his fingers rub circles on your clit. It is a miracle to you that he has not stuck his cock in yet when he could clearly do so. There is nothing stopping him from taking hold of your waist and ramming into you. It makes you wonder if you should applaud him for his strong self-restraint or curse at him for keeping you in this pathetic state, putty in his hands and trying to save face by trying your hardest not to grind against his manhood.

You opened your mouth to reprimand him, but his lips were upon you before any word can come out of you, and at the same time, his digits penetrated you easily.

Your mouth opens to protest, but his lips seals over yours, cutting off any words that dare roll out of your tongue. At the same time, his digits pierces through your opening.

A noise vibrates in your vocal tract, but Gorou’s raring lips swallows your noises.

Your vision becomes crossed at the abrupt intrusion in your pussy. Gorou, without tearing his lips away from you, inserts his long and thick fingers in your hole without any warning. Your body turns limp. He did not give you any time to adjust and he pumps his fingers in your cunt.

He withdraws from you, and you stop yourself from letting out a whimper of discontent. “You’re shaking so much, darling.” As humiliating as it is, he is far from incorrect. His fingers drag in and out of you in a painfully slow pace. Each push reaches deep inside you and every pull has you yearning for more.

“Faster, please.” You whisper, eyes boring into his mirthful ones. Oh, you did not like that gleam in his eyes.

“I’ll think about it.” Gorou replies with a tone that suggest he is going to do anything but surrender to your plea and carries on with his slow movement in your pussy, feigning ignorance to the glare you send his way.

His motive is as clear as day. He wants you to beg or push yourself to meet with his thrusts. His speed never changes. It’s just the right pace to slowly push you to the brink of giving him what he wants.

You seethe your teeth, and you quietly take his fingers. You have lost count of the times you took Gorou out on a stroll around your residence. With the two of you having your own responsibilities to the people of Inazuma, you can never find enough time to prepare for an extravagant date with delectable cuisines and a luxurious room. Not to mention, those sorts of dates aren’t exactly Gorou’s cup of tea. Walks and picnic dates in your garden are frequent, and your favorite among the small number of other dates you two do. In those walks, your hand always finds Gorou’s. It is in your nature to interlock your fingers with his at that point. You often compare the size of your hand to his own, so you know just how larger his hand is, and how longer his fingers are. But it never really sunk into you until he was using them to pleasure you. It is only at these times did you hate his fingers.

He watches your expression crumble as he fingerfucks you. A smirk arises to his brims. You wish to wipe the conceited smirk off his face but all you can do is close your eyes and moan. A drool drips from the corner of your mouth, trickling down to your chin. You silently hope for him not to notice it, but alas, he did. He chuckles at the sight of it but does not say anything, which you are thankful for.

He leans forward until your faces are once again inches apart. You close your eyes, preparing to feel his lips flutter over yours. Warmth and wetness laps over the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool that escaped your mouth.

Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s actions was thrown out of the window, and with a shaky breath, you placed your hands on his chest, pushed yourself up and rocked yourself into his fingers. With the unison of your movements, his fingers managed to reach even deeper in your cunt.

Any inhibitions that once held you back from entertaining Gorou’s teasing has dissolved. And a portion of self-respect went along with them. A trembling puff of air steadily streams out of your mouth, and a quiver running down your spine subsequently follows. Your hands make purchase over his chest, your fingers gliding up his collarbone – tracing the dips with thoughtful touches – and running down to take his nipples in your hold. You take silent note of how his breathing hitches.

You play the nubs between your fingers. Pulling, twisting, and you listen to the moans he desperately tries to fight off. A frown adorns your countenance, displeased by his silence. You lean your head down to his chest, removing one hand from his nipple for a short moment, to swipe your locks to one side and take his neglected nipple in your wet cavern.

“[ Your Name ],” He stutters, but he is unable to make an end of his whisper as a moan of pleasure overrides your name. You give his hardened nub a quick suck, and watch his expression unfold right before your eyes. Your tongue runs over his nipple. His face has always been beautiful, but it is when he’s a whimpering mess with scarlet painted over his face that makes him look ethereal.

Your tongue creates a circular motion around his nipple, and you pull away from him. His fingers have long lost their rhythm inside you, too enraptured by your ministrations on him. He attempts to glare at you, but it has done nothing to make you regret your actions. In all truthfulness, it is simply adorable how he tries to look tough as nails when he’s breathing heavily with red face, hair tousled, beads of sweat encompassing his frame, and his left nipple hard, sore, and wet from your saliva.

“[ Your Name ].”

“Gorou,” You return with the same quietness.

With a newfound confidence, you take his wet nipple in between your fingers, pinching it, before releasing the other one.

His head lifts from the bed, a scowl carving on his brims. “Stop.” He orders.

A mirthful smirk graces your face. Because you possess a streak of maliciousness behind the closed doors of your room, you respond, “I’ll think about it.”

You brought your face closer to his right nipple, fully intending to do the same attention you’ve given to the other. However, Gorou is one step ahead of you. Your lips have barely grazed his digits penetrates deep inside your cunt, stunning you. A choke exudes out of your contracting throat. He did not let you adjust to the abrupt change, and he speeds up his pace, fucking you in a speed you cannot comprehend because your mind went into a haze, ridding you of your consciousness for a short second, as your hips went against you and have begun meeting his fucking by bouncing on his fingers.

You couldn’t see how his fingers are thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy, but you can only that they are nothing but a back-and-forth blur. You couldn’t keep your moans to yourself anymore and they come cascading down your drooling mouth.

“G-G-G – ah – Gor – ahhh – ou –” You try to say his name, but it comes in part. You recall saying

A satisfied beam graced Gorou’s face as you let yourself get loud. You know your servants outside of your room can hear you, know exactly what is transpiring behind the doors they stood by. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You didn’t care if they were thinking inappropriately of you – of their beloved Archon. All that is important is the man underneath you, giving you a sort of service only he can offer.

“So wet early in the morning.” Gorou mumbles. He curls his fingers deliciously inside of you, hitting an area he has always successfully reached with his fingers and with his cock. A broken scream tore from your throat and your head fell on his chest. Your breathing is erratic, intermingling with the lewd sounds Gorou’s fingers was making inside of you. He smiles down at you, chuckling at the mess he had made of you. “How cute. I suppose last night has not left you satisfied yet?”

“It’s your fault – oh fuck – ” You whisper, groaning when his finger come to a sudden halt, only to curl in such a manner that had you throwing your head back, and your back arching. Your tongue lolled out of your tongue like a dog would, and you knew Gorou took pleasure in seeing your lewd expression. With the countless of times you have provoked awoke his dog like characteristics,

“My fault?” He hums. “Tell me again how this is my fault?”

You knew what he is doing. You are at the edge of delirium as you eagerly ride his fingers, hips going up and down as the tips of his digits brushed against your cervix. He knew you are rendered hopeless in conjuring any coherent response. All he wants is to see you struggling knowing he was the one making you act like this.

“Because you . . . you . . . ” Your velvety walls have begun contracting around his fingers. If that is not giving you away from your close climax, the way your shoulders shakes and hips stutter in their momentum, and how your moans altered to desperate whimpers of his name certainly did. Gorou, with his keen eyes takes notice of all these signs.

And because he is a tease, Gorou immediately pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you in the wake of your ruined orgasm. You can feel the slickness dripping out of you stick to your inner thighs, as well as Gorou’s. Your teary eyes focused on the man below you, a glower fixating on your features. However, all Gorou did was smile a self-satisfied smile.

He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and you swallowed as you watched his tongue wrap around them, lapping up your essence like it had been so long since he has tasted you.

“You taste good.” The rich shade of red deepens on your cheeks at his remarks, and he can only laugh as you wrap your arms around him and place your head back to the crook of his neck, hiding your flushed face from the Geo Vision Wielder.

“Shut up.” You whisper.

“My, my, the Raiden Shogun, embarrassed because of a little tease?” He chuckles. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day. Except for me, I suppose.” His fingers, damp from his spit and your cum, descends upon your locks and treaded through them, combing them as though they were fine silk. “I get to see every part of you, and only me.”

You lift your head up and smiled down at him. “Does that make you feel special?”

Gorou looks up in feigned thought, ear twitching. “Let me think. A smart and beautiful woman is in love with me, and she’s Archon of the great land of Inazuma. Yes, that does make me feel special.” A soft smile graces on his features, but it was soon replaced by a teasing smirk, the kind of smirk you’ve only seen on him when he has learned something valuable. “But you know what makes me feel powerful?”

You didn’t think you could get any wetter. “What?”

Gorou plants a kiss on your cheek. “That [ Your Name ] [ Last Name ] spreads her legs for me whenever I ask her to.”

You are suddenly reminded of your situation when you felt his hardened cock run up and down your slit, the head once again teasing your entrance in a way that makes your head spin. Pleasure is knocking on your doors, and you are desperate to answer.

“Just put it inside me,” You whine. “Please.”

“I can’t hear you, dear. You have to be a little louder.” Gorou hums. He takes his time playing at your clit, tapping his cock against your hole and smearing his slickness on your own.

“Oh, why you . . . ” You raised your head from his neck, glaring at him with lust in your eyes. “ . . . just fuck me already, Gorou, please – ”

You are rendered useless to continue your statement when you found yourself being flipped around, your right cheek pressing against the mattress, wrists bound behind your back by a string grip, Giroud’s chest against your back, and his length slowly easing inside your pretty hole.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, head thrown back as he stuffed you full of his large cock. You can hear Gorou trying to hold back his groans as entered you, the squelching sound louder than it was before. Both of you simultaneously moaned when his hips bucked forward, pelvis meetings yours. It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out. He is balls deep inside you – so full of him – and the tip of his cock rests against a sensitive spot.

“So full.” You mumble. “Full, so . . . ”

Gorou smirks down at you as he used his other than to wipe the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “Just the way you like it.”

He began thrusting inside you. His pace started out slow, but soon, he was slamming into your cunt with abandon, hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. A series of “ah” spills out of your mouth as he fucked you.

He begins thrusting inside you. His pace starts slow and sure, and you feel every inch of his length stretching you out. But it did not take long until he is slamming into you with abandon, his hand forgetting your wrists to take hold of your waist. You secretly wonder if he sees your as his lover or a toy for him to release inside of. Either way, you’ll be happy to be both.

You feel the veins of his cock dragging deliciously in your walls. Tears wells up in your eyes when the head of his length hit perfectly your most sensitive spot. Your vision crosses.

The bed was creaking underneath your vigorous forms, the legs threatening to give way with how vigorous Gorou is using you. Your fingers digs into the fabric of the bed and tears pricks at the corner of your mouth as you helplessly moaned beneath Gorou’s grunting figure. Every time his cock pistons in you, your body shook and a mewl follows. You have been with Gorou for quite some time now and even until now, his girth still feels like the first time you laid with him.

Your hole can barely accommodate his size, and it was by your sheer will – like always – to pleasure him that pushed you to take every inch of him. It didn’t matter if it was painful, it felt too good to stop. The pain came with unimaginable pleasure that only he can bring.

A particularly hard thrust had you screaming and in the process, your walls clamped around his length. A throaty moan escaped Gorou’s lips at the sudden action and his hips stutters before coming to an abrupt halt. You whimper at the loss of movement.

Gorou place his head, chin resting on your shoulder as he breathed in and out, trying to collect himself. He removes his hands from your hips and place them on either side of you, trapping you without any chance of escape. “Resorting to teasing me, huh?”

You shake your head lightly. “N-No, I wasn’t – ” You let out a soft cry when without warning, Gorou resumes pounding your sensitive pussy. Your eyes crosses again and your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You didn’t need a mirror to know you resembled like a panting dog, and you knew Gorou would love to see that kind of fucked out expression on you. But he was too focused on driving his cock as deep as he can inside you hole to make a comment about it.

You are pressed firmly against the mattress with no space for movement other than erratically grinding against Gorou’s, meeting his thrusts with fervor.

With your face against the bed, you watch as Gorou propped his weight on his right arm, stifling a grunt as he tries to keep his balance and momentum. You feel his left arm slide down in front of you and to your crotch. His fingers found your clit and he wasted no time furiously rubbing the wet nub. With the added pleasure, you were thrown to euphoria. You feel his hot breath brushing against the back of your neck, and his scent was slowly filling your senses.

“How are you holding up?” You didn’t know how to answer his question. Your lips move but you cannot make out any coherent sentences other than your muttering of how good he felt. Each drag of his cock and each pump his hips made stole your breath and sanity away, leaving you anything but a shred of your divinity.

“Feel so good,” You whimper. Your walls accepted everything he was giving you, to his love and devotion for you, and the overwhelming pleasure he was serving you. No other man can make you feel as loved and as adored like Gorou did. So, you will gladly return the favor, being his hole to fuck and fill with his seed.

“I-I’m – ”

Gorou places a kiss to your neck, and buried himself on your warm skin, huffing. His tail swishes behind him, something you came to learn that he was as vulnerable and sensitive as you are despite his dominance. You can feel him twitching inside you, ready to explode. It seems he wasn’t too far from his release as well.

“Just hold on a little longer, dear.”

His pace did not falter, but you can feel his fangs grazing on your skin – a frequent sign that he does not have much long until he lets go. Wanting to be a good lover to him, you craned your neck to give him a larger space. He kissed a patch of your flesh as a sign of gratitude.

You close your eyes as you Gorou’s warm seed flood your insides along with the sensation of his fangs puncturing your neck. The pain comes swiftly but it dissipates just as quick as he pumps in you in a languid manner, trying to prolong the euphoria and stuffing you with his seed. The feeling of his load filling your insides forces you to climax. It’s a soft and quiet release, and you cuddle against Gorou as your cum spurts out of your pussy, dribbling down to your inner thighs and mixing with his overflowing cum.

For a moment, there was just serenity between the two of you, your hushed breaths, and the lewd noises your union were making being the only thing heard in the room.

After composing himself, Gorou gets off you with a grunt, and you muffle your pathetic whine against your mattress as his cock slowly drags out of you. He paused a bit when the head of his manhood slipped out of your pussy lips. After a moment of contemplations, he reenters you for a quick second, and proceeding to leave you empty completely. You look at his manhood from your periphery and your tongue darts out to lick your lips upon seeing it covered in your mixed essence.

A shiver runs down your spine as the cold breeze brushes against your wet nub. With the presence of the breeze, you grow more aware of the thick layer of your combined sweat all over your body. Your mind is brought back to how Gorou was pressed up against you just a few seconds ago, moaning and whispering your name hotly by your ear as he drives his cock in your pussy.

Your train of thoughts are cut off when you feel the familiar pair of arms which had once caged you underneath him enclose around your figure and pulled you until your chest met Gorou’s. A soft smile is plastered on his face.

The soft glow the sun cast on his face melted your heart, and you mirror his smile with one of your own. Your hands find his neck and tug him until he leans down to your height. You can hear a steady thumping sound behind Gorou, and you had to stop yourself from bursting to fits of laughter and instead pressed a kiss against Gorou’s.

When you pull away, your smile broadens and your pride expands as you saw the redness tinting on Gorou’s cheeks went a deeper shade, and yet the stupidly gleeful smile on his face has yet to leave.

“I can’t believe we did it so early in the morning.” You titter.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve done it. Don’t complain now.” Chastise Gorou in a manner that was playful, teasing.

“I wasn’t complaining.” You argue.

Gorou stifles a laugh as he glances at the closed doors across the room. He nods towards it. “Maybe your staff will.”

Your lips tingles at the sensation of his lips upon yours earlier. The feeling is gradually fleeting away. You place your middle and forefinger on his cheek and forced him to look at you. His squished face looked at you, puzzled by your actions but soon melts into your touch when you kiss him once more.

You try to pull away, but Gorou caught your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you. He opens his eyes as he retracted from you but leaving only an inch of distance from your lips. You can see yourself in the warmth of his eyes.

Your heart flutters. You can never get enough of how Gorou always made you feel.

“I want to stay like this for a little longer.” You murmur; eyes half lidded.

Gorou smiles. “Then let’s.”

The two of you stays in the embrace, marveling in the presence of the other and the afterglow of your earlier events. The soft chirping of the birds and billowing winds creating a song through the leaves – they all sound distant as your ears focused on Gorou’s heartbeat. It is steady, calm – comforting.

“I hope we stay like this forever.” You hear Gorou mumble. You look at him, expecting to see that small yet gentle smile on his face but there is apprehension in his eyes. Your mistake was is questioning it.

“Do not worry, my love.” You say as your hand found his and interlaced your hands together. “Once all Visions are in my hands, and remove all threats to eternity, we’ll have all the time in the world. We can stay like this longer.”

You lean in to share a kiss with him, and because of your love for him, you did not feel the reluctance of his reciprocation.

Gorou exhales and reaches to run the back of his fingers on your cheek. “I’ll miss this.”

***

The day after the morning you had with Gorou is rather uneventful, yet prosperous. Your endeavor to eternity has been more than fruitful. Everyday a new Vision is seized from the hands of the ones the other Archon found favor on and embezzled on the statue. You grow closer to your goal day by day with the help of your subordinates.

You can already see, the future you wish your nation to attain gradually falling in your palms.

Soon. You think. I will succeed. For my people, and for Gorou.

You look up at the night sky and breath in the cold air. Of course, you know the consequences of what will happen when one is stripped off their Vision, but that is all but a small sacrifice for what you wish for Inazuma. Your people will hate you – they already do – but they will understand that what cruelty they see in your actions is for the sake of the greater good.

Your gaze oversees the city from the top of your abode and slowly trails over to the statue which beheld features strikingly similar to your own. As it should. The marble statue is made to glorify you, and the glittering Visions a warning to anyone who dares defies your orders.

You look down at your hand and a ball of black and lightning manifests over your palm. “One day they’ll see what I’m doing, and they shall thank me for it.” You close your hands and the object disappears in a puff of spoke.

A knock on the door disturbed your musings, and with a simple command to the interrupting individual, the door opened and closed swiftly.

Without turning to meet the face of the person, you spoke. “What have you come to inform me this time, Sara?”

“Your Excellency,” She acknowledges. “I’ve come with terrible news.”

With that said, you snap your head to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. “Speak.”

Sara approaches you with quick and calculated steps. All you have ever seen on Sara’s face is her dedication to you and your vision for Inazuma. Rarely does she let a smile grace her lips. It was always solemnity and firmness gracing her face. But there is something odd in her expression. You just couldn’t quite understand it.

Sara extends a hand towards you. Your sight falls to her open palm, only to find a familiar insignia in her hold. You picked it up with dainty fingers and examined the item. “The Sangonomiya . . . ” You mutter. With a quick work of your fingers, you toss the insignia up in the air and caught it in your hand quickly.

“We found it stuck on the walls near the encampment along with a note that said to repeal the Vision Hunt Decree.” Answers Sara, frown deepening. “This is a declaration of war, your Excellency.”

You did not respond to her. You have anticipated this occurrence. You know at some point the people who oppose with your law would try to fight back. But you’ve prepared for such happening. You have calculated all possibilities that could lead to the overturning of eternity, and this is where the expertise of your lover comes to play.

“Find Gorou and bring him here. I have to discuss this with him.” You look back down at the Sangonomiya insignia. “I trust he will give valuable advise as to how to approach this little setback.”

The oddity you had early seen on Sara’s face grew more apparent after your last statement. Uncertainty, that’s what it is.

“I’m afraid that is not possible.” Sara spouts.

A frown formed on your face. “What do you mean?”

Conflict arises to her features, intermingling with the uncertainty but she composed herself and continues. “We found this in along with the Sangonomiya insignia.”

Your heart dropped as Sara dug in her pocket to reveal a familiar looking collar. Your other hand reach for the object with trembling hands, but you do not have the courage to touch it. The collar is painfully familiar. You’ve never spent a day without admiring it around its owner’s neck. A simple yet delicately made collar meant as a sign of adoration, not possession. It’s why Gorou liked it. You can still remember the day you’ve given it to him and the smile on his face was something you would cherish for eternity.

“You mean . . . ” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You feel as though if you said it out loud, it would become real.

Sara nods stiffly. “We have that evidence to believe Gorou is part of the growing rebellion.”

You close your eyes tightly. Your hands clench, the insignia in your hand digging into your skin. It hurt, but not as much as the betrayal of your lover.

The moments you shared with him earlier soured, and the memories of him shattered, leaving you with an emptiness you knew he would leave.

You stare at the collar once more, the tightness in your chest worsening. He left his collar not as an act of betrayal to the Shogun, but to you, as a partner.

“Your Excellency – ” Sara is cut off when your hand snatches the collar from her grasp. You can feel her eyes on you as your heated gaze burns on the item in your hand.

It feels heavy despite the material being soft and light. With a cry of frustration, you throw the collar against the wall behind Sara. You don’t look back when the sharp and crisp crack of lightning erupting behind you as the collar met the polished walls reaches your ear.

“Fine.” You whisper to yourself. You venture out to you the wide terrace of your house and place your hands on the railings. The wind whips at your face harshly that you consider the possibility of the Anemo Archon mocking your pain. In a distance, you can hear a thunder rumble. The lights of the city were suddenly dull, leaving only the victories of your decree shining on your statue.

“Gorou now is an enemy of the Raiden Shogun. Anyone who isn’t for me is against me.” You spit out. “Place a bounty over his head and stop at nothing to take down the rebellion.”

You heard Sara state her compliance to your order and quickly flees the room to enact your wishes.

You did not let your eyes leave the Inazuma City. Everything you were doing are for your people, for the greater good of Inazuma. You’re not going to let Gorou take away the prosperous future you had in store for your nation simply because he wishes to keep his Vision.

***

You did not know why you found yourself entering your room. This is the last place you want to be in.

You stand by the doorframe, unmoving. You scan the room with a look so solemnity and darkness. Every inch of it reeks of his scent, of the memories you shared with him. The laughter, the doting glances, the whispers in the night, the future the two of you constantly talk about, how he holds you when your dreadful thoughts looms over you – and it all ends in nothingness.

You take a step inside. The room is cold, too cold. It isn’t always like this. When Gorou in your room, it’s always warm, a complete contrast to the frigid coldness you emit.

Your bed is neatly made, no trace of the events in the morning left. You did not know if you should rejoice or punish the servants who dare rid you of what possibly is the last salvation you have to becoming the ruler you did not want to be – a distant, and unfeeling Archon.

You look at the wall opposite of your bed and your chest tightens. An empty display greets you.

Gorou’s bow always rest upon the display when he comes home, to you. It is – was – a comfort to you, seeing his weapon mounted on the display. It reminded you that he’s home, that he’s with you.

And now it stands empty, reminding you that he no longer finds home in you.

You gaze at it, eyes losing their shine.

Traitor.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #gorou x reader #not/s/f/w

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kasuna-kotonoha · 3 years

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V3 Mastermind Tier List

I’ll be ranking all 16 characters by the following criteria

-How shocking the reveal would be

-How impactful the reveal would be (To the audience and the charcters in game.)

-How good of a mastermind they would be. (Base intelligence, acting and social maniupulation.)

-How much sense it would make from a meta standpoint. (I.e, does it make sense, what does this reveal add to the character, what narrative potential is there for such a twist.)

S rank will be reserved for the one character I think would be the best mastermind. Be warned that this is heavily opinionated. With that, let’s get started!

D Tier

Gonta- Sorry, but no. While the betrayal would sting, and it would be shocking, i don’t think it’d be a very good reveal. From a canon standpoint, Gonta’s to naive and dumb to really be an effective mastermind. From a speculative scenario, it would have to be hinted that Gonta is much smarter than he let on. Something would have to be very obviously off with the beloved entomologist. But in canon, I think it feel like more of an ass pull than anything else.

Ryoma- Ah yes, everyone’s favorite tennis player. I just can’t see it. Ryoma holds the group at something of an arms length emotionally, so I don’t think enough characters would care on a personal lever for it to have the kind of impact characters higher up would. While he’d do fine as a mastermind, lIke Gonta I think it’d be more for the momentary shock value, with otherwise no other significant character impact.

C Tier

Tenko- While Tenko would make for a decent mastermind, like Gonta she’s not the smartest and is pretty naive. The impact would hit largely Himiko, and maybe Angie, but I don’t believe it would be as personally felt anyone else in the group. It’s would be a shock, but I don’t think it’d really be in a good way. It doesn’t really suit her.

Miu- She’s smart, that’s for sure, and that’s what gets her into C tier. She’s be capable of running a Killing game. However, she’s canonically a bit of a pushover, so unless that turns out to be an act, she wound’t hold up under her classmates scrutiny. She also draws a lot of attention to herself, which is not something you really want in your mastermind.

B Tier

Maki- She’d feel just a touch too obvious, I think. From the start, she’s pretty mysterious and just a little suspicious. And, assuming her real talent is still revealed, I don’t think most characters would be that surprised. She’s just...there, meaning it’s impact would be limited.

Kiyo- Here for a lot of the same reasons as Maki. He’s suspicious from the start, so not a lot of shock value, and I just don’t think it’d make the best reveal. Not a bad reveal, to be clear, just not the best.

Himiko- She’s noteworthy enough to stand out, but can also fade into the background. This is good. However, like the previous characters, her impact would be limited, and the shock would be most of what it has going for it. However, I do think she’d do well masterminding a KG like it’s one of her shows.

A Tier

Does this tier half half the class in it? Yes. Do I care? No.

Keebo- Boy is already an unwitting assistant to the masermind, so to upgrade him from camera to actual mastermind isn’t much of a stretch. Despite being a robot, he’s also able to fade to the back a bit if he so chooses; since he has a more normal personality, it’d be easy to let the more colorful personalities shine.

Tsumugi- Her only real downside in canon, in my opinion, is that she fades into the background just a little too much. She’s smart, and her apathy towards the situation and her actions is kind of chilling.

Kirumi- Betrayal from the mom friend? Sure, why not. Kirumi being the mastermind would sting for the entire cast, and her simply carrying out her duties as mastermind could make for a very chilling characters. Only problem is it might feel a little too plot twisty in the bad way.

Kaito- Another stinging betrayal. Kaito as the mastermind has the potential to be terrifying. We know Kaito has anger issues, and him being the mastermind would be shocking but not totally out of left field if done properly.

Angie- We saw how manipulative she could be in chapter three. Her social awarness and intelligences is one of the highest in the group, and she’s quirky enough to stand out, but she also has this ability to stand out in a way as to be unassuming.

Rantaro- One of the main things he has going for him is the mystery. He’d be able to stand out when needed but, similar to Keebo, other, more colorful personalities can shine when he wants attention off of him.

Kokichi- My main gripe with mastermind!Kokichi is just how obvious it would be. From a narrative/meta standpoint, Kokichi is honestly one of the worst picks because no one would be surprised. That being said, Kokichi would do well at pretty much all other aspects. Hell, when he only pretended, he did the masterminds job better than the actual mastermind. He’s effective in every aspect that’s not shock value, such that I have to put him here. He’s intelligent, both socially and academically, and he’d do a brilliant job.

Kaede: Ah, yes. Everyone’s favorite pianist. She’s blend with the group well, and no one would see it coming. She’d be well liked by everyone, furthering the effects of her betrayal. She’s smart, and I think she’d do well masterminding a killing game.

S Tier

If you were keeping track, you already know who’s here

Shuichi- Best boi, need I say more? Well, yes, actually. Shuichi took the elusive s tier spot for several reasons. (Also, assume someone else is protag for this one.) One, he blends in well, but he stands out by virtue of being a detective in a killing game. He can take an active role in the investgation and trials, but ones they’re over, he stands back, letting others take the spotlight. He’s one of the smartest in the group, so masterminding would be no problem, and neither would manipulation. He’s betrayal would have a drastic effect on the group, since he’d been so helpful up to this point. He could either be Junko leves of insane, or cold, calculating, and unfazed. Overall, he’s got a lot of the best foundation to be mastermind

And that’s a wrap. Feel free to add your thoughs on my tier list, or even make one of your own. I’d love to see what everyone else thinks. Also, let me know if you want me to do some scenariaos with these.

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 meta #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #rantaro amami #kaede akamatsu #kirumi tojo #angie yonaga #tenko chabashira #korekiyo shinguji #miu iruma #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #k1 b0 #keebo #shuichi saihara #maki haruwaka #himiko yumeno

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firelxdykatara · 3 years

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I would actually be really genuinely interested to read your defence of Makorra. I’ve never really been partial to any of the TLOK ships but I know that one gets a lot of hate (even though I don’t see anything wrong with people shipping it) and I’m just curious to see your take.

I've been sitting on this a bit, because it's been a while since I actually sat down and thought about what it is I love so much about Makorra--the fire/water and slap-slap-kiss/BST energy aside--and it reminded me that I actually rewatched the first three episodes of LoK not that long ago (which is when I had my revelation about Equalist Asami, and how I think that the Equalist Mako and Korra fight in episode three was originally meant to be Asami's true introduction to the show, to be revealed when it became clear she and her father were Equalists), because of this meta by @devildogdemon on episode three that reminded me just how much those early episodes made me love Makorra well before the love triangle crashed onto the scene and everything went tits up.

I've spoken before about how what I really loved about Makorra was the potential:

I personally loved Makorra, but I loved it for what it could have been, not what it wound it actually being in the show–but that’s because the love triangle was sloppy as hell and poorly handled, and it took the place of actual bonding for the krew and development of their individual friendships.

This still holds true, and I think the foundations were all very well laid out in the meta that I linked above.

When Mako and Korra had time alone together, and were in a stressful situation, they worked incredibly well together, despite the way their personalities--Mako a bit staid and stoic, used to shoving down his emotions so that he could be the parent his little brother needed and, as a result, never learning how to process how he felt in a healthy manner, while Korra spent her whole life among adults and as a result never really learned how to just be a kid, or how to relate to others her own age, so she is brash and reckless and does what she thinks is necessary because she's never been around people who had to ask permission before they just Did Things and hey, she's the avatar, shouldn't she be the one everyone is looking to for leadership???--tended to clash, especially early on.

They slid almost effortlessly into the Battle Couple trope when it came time to fight--to try and get Bolin back, and to protect one another--and those scenes in Book 1 feel a lot like Zuko and Katara training together at the end of book 3, covering each other's blind spots and accomodating for each other's weaknesses. This is also, incidentally, the episode where Korra winds up wearing Mako's scarf--the one memento he has from his parents, who were killed when he was a child. Sound familiar?

-insert image of katara's necklace around zuko's wrist here-

And before anyone gets on me about the parallels, I'm not saying that Makorra is the same as Zutara (although if you told me that Bryke intended it to be, I'd believe it--either because they thought they were finally giving the shippers what they wanted or, more likely, they wanted to show why they believed zk would never work), but the parallels do exist, and it's largely because Mako occupies the same position within the krew that Katara does within the gaang. They also have the BST and the banter more than any other relationship in the krew, so of course they're going to wind up paralleled to the relationship in the gaang that had the most narrative tension. They are still, at the end of the day, very different relationships, because Mako and Korra are very different people than Zuko and Katara.

But I'm just saying, the symbolism of one half of the pair wearing the other's only physical link to their dead parents........it's there. I didn't make this up.

They also, again like zutara, have this moment of emotional closeness and vulnerability early in the book--in episode 3, where Mako reveals to Korra what happened to his parents and why he had history with the triads, which casts some light on why he acted the way he did in the very first episode (I've seen people getting on Mako's ass about how 'mean' he was to Korra, but like, a) he was very calm about it, and b) how else would you expect someone who lived hand to mouth on the street for an entire decade to react to someone claiming they had 'nothing' in the same breath as admitting that they'd never had to want for anything in their entire life?), and allows them to become closer emotionally--as friends and potentially more, given the explicitly romantic framing of the interaction and several others throughout the episode.

Ultimately, what initially drew me in to Makorra was that slap-slap-kiss/Belligerent Sexual Tension they had in the beginning of book 1, but what really makes me think of what they could have been is the way their relationship developed in episode 3 and the groundwork that was laid for a slow-burn there, rather than Korra deciding she was in love with him just in time for Asami to crash into the scene and nab him first.

(Incidentally, had Asami been an Equalist like she was originally supposed to, this could all have been part of a larger plot and Korra could have slowly come to realize what Mako meant to her while examining the things she felt when she saw him with Asami--meanwhile, all of their relationships could have been given room to breathe and grow, especially if Bolin's puppy crush on Korra were dropped, and Mako and Korra clashing over Korra's suspicions of Asami wouldn't have been quite so ugly if both of them were proven just a little bit right. And then allow for that betrayal to shake the foundations of the krew before Asami works her way back into their good graces, and Mako and Korra don't get together until they've navigated the fallout from that and discovered how much they really mean to each other.)

Uh... yeah, I rambled for days, hopefully I answered your question adequately! I just. I really love Mako, and I really love what he and Korra could have been to each other, and I really love who Korra could have become if the show let her actually grow organically instead of giving her Character Development Through Brutal Torture, and all of that has I guess kind of sunk into a ball of how the show would look if Makorra were done better to me lol.

#mako #makorra #atla #lok #equalist asami #makorra meta #mudbend #asked

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belliesandburps · 3 years

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Here's a weird ask: how does the cast off MHA and TW react to being in first place in Mario Kart only to get blasted with a blue shell?

I see @twistedtummies2 and I share some anons. :P

Twisted Wonderland

Ace: That dumbass would have the worst luck imaginable. He'd get nailed by the blue shell right when he's doing one of those loops, so he'd go crashing down and have to get scooped up by that passive aggressive cloud-flying dickhead whose name I never knew or cared to know. He'd lose a few places in the race, and before he can eve get started, someone would use the lightning to shrink everybody...aaaaand someone else would blast him off the cliff again because they had the Bullet Bill. By the time he can race again, he's in dead last and also a full lap behind. "...Wha...how...WHEN...?!?! O___o; " would be the only his only befuddled response.

Deuce: He'd snap and get mad at what a cheap shot that was, and how he was so close to victory. Then, he'd apologize, go back to playing and acting like he's not super annoyed that he got screwed so badly.

Cater: He's far too busy taking selfies of him and his pals playing video games to actually...PLAY video games.

Trey: He will be in shock for a moment, but when the person who blasted him smugs at him, he'll retaliate by refusing to bake them any pastries for a week. They won the battle. But Trey just won the war...aaaaand broke their spirit.

Che'Nya: Heeee's too busy driving backwards and smiling to himself to ever get blasted by the blue shell. He tilts his head with confusion at the cloud turtle for constantly telling him to go the other way and mutters, "But I like this way! :3 " and keep on playing incorrectly.

Riddle: That controller is going through the TV.

Leona: He'd say his famous catchphrase. "Tch, pain in my ass..." then he'd lazily toss the controller, get up and leave. I imagine Leona isn't actually THAT fond of video games despite being young. I think he only really likes strategic video games that make him feel smart. And anything that has complete random chance to negate skill like that goddamn blue shell just turns him off.

Ruggie: He'd whine and pout. "Awww, whaaaaaaat?! D8> No fair!!" Then he'd sulk for a while, grumble in annoyance, and keep playing, trying veeeeery hard to inch his way back to the top.

Jack: He'd show a flicker of anger, would pretend that it's just some stupid game, then turn away, grumbling about what a crappy, cheap trick that was and that no real wolf would ever need to use...in fact, I'm pretty sure Jack's the type who never uses items because he doesn't think he needs them.

Azul: He will forget all about winning and focus the entire duration of the game to ensuring whoever got him with the blue shell is dead last. He will not rest until he crushes their dreams...

Jade: He'd just nod passively, resume playing like it's no big deal, then he'd wait to hear the smug "Haaaaa!" from the culprit he's playing with, and make a note to exact revenge slowly and embarrassingly once the game is finished.

Floyd: He will immediately turn to whoever blasted him, have pinprick-sized pupils, aaaaaand the other player will immediately restart the race, and Floyd will beam happily at being able to play more and giggle about how his opponent is really bad this time.

Kalim: He's never been hit by the blue shell. He's too busy getting hit by green shells. And red shells. His OWN red shells...which...isn't supposed to be possible...but he found a way...

Jamil: He'd use his magic to immediately force whoever blasted him to keep driving off a cliff again and again and occasionally act as a roadblock for other racers. Why get mad when you can get "cheat-y?" :P

Vil: He'd just huff dismissively and say that this is why he doesn't stream video games like other online personalities. Too uncouth and mindless like that blue shell and whoever lobbed it.

Rook: He'd be too busy focusing on wiping out other players to actually race. He's the sort who would literally drive backwards just so he can kamikaze with all his green shells at any incoming player he decided is his prey.

Epel: He'll sneer angrily, catch himself, and say it's just a stupid game, and keep playing like it's no big deal...then occasionally glare daggers at whoever blasted him when they weren't looking, and contemplate stealing some of Vil's poisons for later use.

Idia: Idia's such a ""pro gamer"" that he knows the shortcuts in every single track. You can hit him with TWO blue shells, he'll still be ahead by half a lap and have time to spare. He'll just grin that rare cocky fang-filled grin and say, "Ohhhhh nooooo, blue shells, I hope I don't lose my entire lap lead... >:D " Then he'll giggle maniacally...aaaaaand immediately whimper at realizing he just giggled in public, then largely keep to himself for the rest of the race.

Ortho: He'll pout and angrily whine that blue shells are cheap...until he realizes how much better the items are when you're in last place...then stay in last place when he realizes how fun the golden mushrooms and lightning bolts are.

Malleus: ...He's never been first place in any video game he's ever played. He's not very good at any video games, but the fact that he's been invited to play at all already has him in a good mood. Also, whenever he plays in a castle level, he's too busy trying to admire the decor to actually race.

Lilia: He's never been hit by the blue shell because he's never allowed himself to be that far ahead. He intentionally eases up whenever he has a major lead so it's neck-n-neck between himself and second place. And once a blue shell has been launched, he'll slam the brakes so second place takes the lead...aaaaaand promptly takes the shell, so he can carry on freely to victory. :P

Sebek: He'll never play unless Malleus is playing, at which point, his only priority is supporting his young master, who is...not gonna be in first place. Instead, he'll stay by Malleus' side the whole time, and be horrified when he accidentally blasts Malleus off the road when he gets green shells and stays too close to his master.

Silver: He fell asleep two laps ago.

My Hero Academia

Midoriya: He'll grit his teeth and just try harder to claw his way back to victory. Can't keep a cinnamon bun down after all.

Bakugou: One angry shout later, and the entire room will explode...

Todoroki: He'll blink with surprise, look around in deadpanned confusion and simply ask, "...Did I win? : | "/

Kirishima: He'll whine and frown, muttering, "Awwwww, blue shell?! That's not manly at all... >:( " Then huff but nonetheless keep on playing through. Also, he'll be screwed if he ever gets the blue shell because he actively refuses to ever use it because he doesn't think it's fair.

Iida: Blue shell him once and he's effectively lost the game. He will immediately jump to his feet, stomp over to whoever blasted him, chops his hands in the air like a robot and proceed to go on a massive tirade about how true heroes should never rely on such unfair trickery...until someone points out that anything goes in Mario Kart, and if it you were a skilled enough player, you could overcome such an unfair disadvantage. At which point, Iida will freeze, hunch over and mull over to himself for a solid ten minutes about what an excellent tool the blue shell is to actively push players to be better, to overcome the odds. Then he'll immediately bow repeatedly and apologize for blowing up, praising the blue shell as the ultimate teaching moment in a video game...not realizing no one is even playing anymore...

Uraraka: She'd go wide-eyed, turn to whoever blasted her, pout and shout, "You did that on purpose, you traitor...! >:{ " Then, she'd try and latch a ride onto the cloud turtle to see if her character has zero gravity powers as well. :P

Momo: She'd never get hit with the blue shell because she's learning how to drive, and is trying to be responsible behind the wheel...meaning she's driving veeeeery slow and avoiding all the collisions everyone else is facing. So even if she's dead last, she'll say, "Well, I may be last, but I'm also unscathed. So I do believe that makes me the REAL winner in this silly game."

Kaminari: "Awwwwww, wwwwwhaaaaaaaaaat....?! <8'{ " He'd just turn to whoever blasted him with this adorably pathetic look of absolute betrayal on his face.

Mina: She'll complain about what a cheap shot that was, then get over it in a second, grinning as she tries to get payback with red shells and banana peels.

Tsu: She'd stare blankly, ribbit, and resume playing, expression unchanged while she deadpan says, "...You suck. : | " while continuing onward.

Tokoyami: He'd mumble that this never would've happened if any of the players knew how to fly, then remark that whoever blasted him must have been pretty desperate if they couldn't best him otherwise.

Ayoma: Heeeee's far too busy admiring himself in the slightest reflection he can see on the screen to actually play the game...

Mirio: "Awwwwwww, looks like I lost, guys! :D " Would literally be his response and his expression...without realizing the game isn't even over yet.

Tamaki: He'd sigh a breath of relief, saying it's so much better not having to be first because now, that's a load of pressure off of his mind...then complain that he's hungry and ask if he can go home yet. :P

Mineta: ...He was too busy perving out over Daisy to actually play, and then Tsu wrapped him up in her tongue and flung him out a window.

#ask belliesandburps #twisted wonderland #my hero academia #bnha #tw #mario kart #blue shell #this really was an odd question #but actually pretty fun to think up answers for!#in the future i'll stick to fewer characters #this took a while 'XD

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forlornmelody · 3 years

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Resurrection Day

Rating: M (just a lot of angst, really. Character death, some graphic violence, and an afterglow moment)

Fandom(s): DC Comics

Ship: Jayrose, RedArse,

Linkage: Ao3

Summary: The Outlaws have always had a funny relationship with death, but when one of their own dies, they try to rise from their mistakes.

Note: Idk if this is a fic, or more my headcanons strung together. Enjoy?

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“Do you ever regret it?”

Jason only half-hears her, his eyelids heavy, and his body so relaxed with release that he might never move again. “Mm?” he mumbles, pulling his body through quicksand so he can lay on his side and face her.

Rose’s skin still glistens in the evening light, her hair mussed, and her face flushed. Her voice still throaty from moaning and screaming that Jason’s too busy reliving those last straining moments he almost doesn’t hear her again. “Do you ever regret...coming back?”

Pushing himself onto his elbows, Jason gazes down at her with a crooked grin. “To Gotham? Only when Bruce breathes down my neck.”

Snorting, Rose stretches one arm above her head, and her chest rises towards him in a way that makes him suck in his breath. Focus. She won’t meet his eyes, and her lips keep forming words she doesn't speak. “No, I mean. Do you regret being brought back?” The warmth in Jason’s belly turns to ice.

It’s all too easy to remember that god-awful laugh, and the red haze in his vision, and the blood in his eyes. The searing pain of each blow, and the ache every time he tries to breathe. The numbness that settles in when he reaches the door and finds it locked--when he hears the egg timer on Joker’s signature bomb.

Remembering what came after is harder. Running out of air. So much water, but it’s thicker than water, and he can’t get to the surface fast enough. Screaming. So much screaming. Is he screaming? Everyone’s trying to kill him. He can’t get out. He can’t get out. He can’t.

“Jason?” Rose only says his name when she’s worried. She squeezes his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin until his vision clears. “Shit. Sorry.” Sighing in frustration, she looks away. “Didn’t mean to bring all that back.”

Leaning his forehead against hers, Jason tries to get his breathing under control like his shrink taught him, but it’s easier said than done, and he fears the moment lost by the time he does. He tries to turn it into a joke, to lighten the mood. “That’s like asking if I regret being alive.” Jason huffs a laugh, but it falls flat.

Rose bites her lip so hard Jason half-expects it to bleed. She looks up at him as if she’s confessing to murder. Sorry, Asshole, I fucked up again. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. “I was there, you know.”

Jason’s eyes widen. “At the Lazarus Pit?” And there he is, again. Drowning.

“Yeah.” She swallows, and the next part comes out thick. “I was the one who told Ra’s Al Ghul where to find your body. He let me watch, as a thank you.”

Nowhere in that haze of memory does Jason recall seeing Rose, and that it is a whole new betrayal. “Where?” He sucks in a breath. “When?”

“Guess you weren’t happy to see me.” She snorts. “You tried to kill me. Well. Everyone, really. But you were fixated on me.” Rose looks at him, finally. “Thaila had to pull you off me before I stopped self-healing altogether.”

“And then you...left?” He’s angry, as if he has any right to be. Jason probably would’ve done the same given the circumstances.

Rose nods. “And the All-Caste offered to take you in, fix you right up. Guess it worked.” A small smile sneaks onto her lips. But it doesn’t reach her eyes.

One of Jason’s first clear memories of that time--a lonely night in his cell in The Chamber of All. Wondering what happened to her. If she had died right along with him and hadn’t been brought back. Being so angry when he got back to Gotham and she apparently had a life of her own. His memories of her, after, are a little less clear. But the distant look in her eyes tells him all he needs to know.

----

“Dude, don’t be so hard on her.” Roy polishes off yet another hot dog, licking his fingers.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Jason kicks his heels against the edge of the rooftop. He reaches for one of the polish sausages, but his stomach gurgles in protest. Maybe not, then.

“You’ve no idea what she went through to get you back.” He turns to look at him, with those hazel eyes lingering on Jason in a way that always leaves him feeling, well, naked. Which shouldn’t be an issue right? Roy’s seen him naked plenty of times after a mission. There’s only one shower, and that apartment has one tiny ass water heater. Showering together only makes sense? At least there’s room for the both of them, just barely. It often turns into a game of Twister mixed with hot yoga. And like, there’s never been any problem, yeah?

But sometimes the way Jason catches Roy staring at him. Makes him wonder.

If he wants to stare back.

Just every once in a while.

“Like what?” They really shouldn’t have bought the entire foodcart’s stock so the Old Man Gerasimos “Jerry” Angelos could head home early. This is way too much food, even with Roy’s bottomless stomach.

“Maybe you should ask her sometime.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Jason licks his fingers. “It’s easier to not talk about it at all.”

Roy laughs. “Ah, just like how you don’t talk about stuff with anyone else?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason gives him a playful look, but the look on Roy’s face stops him short.

Roy doesn’t answer. He reaches over instead, wiping the mustard that got caught on the side of his mouth. His fingers are so unbelievably warm, like he’s made of fire and not skin. And Jason aches when he pulls away abruptly.

“I uh, I just remembered that my laundry’s sitting in the washer. Probably stinks already.” Roy rushes off, not even bothering to wipe his fingers on a napkin.

“It always stinks, Harper!” Jason roars after him, but his friend has already shut the door.

Roy dies two days later.

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“Would you be angry if I--we brought Roy back?” They’re on a rooftop, They’ve been waiting here for hours for Valentino’s men to show, and still nothing. Not all the Tuesday tacos in the world can make the night any less stale. Rose is on her fifth one when she gets philosophical.

Jason snorts. “You say that like it’s possible.”

Rose doesn’t say anything, and that’s what scares him.

“It’s not,” he says, louder.

“Why not?” She wipes quac from the corner of her mouth, staring at the rooftop across the street as if Roy’s gonna pop out of the skylight any second. “We brought you back.”

She can’t be serious. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Rose.”

Rose deadpans at him, her lips tight and firm. “I don’t?”

Jason thinks back to the first time he found her. Her right arm bent backward, her left cradling a wound that had bled out next to her. How her eyes stared out at nothing. Someone had pressed the mute button on the universe, except for the thud of his own heart. He should call someone. Bruce, 911, anyone, but his hands won’t move. “Right, sorry.”

It’s a terrible idea, they both know that, but the thought keeps eating away at him. Every time Jason lets his mind wander, it wanders to Roy--his crooked smile, his careless lean--the clumsiness that shouldn’t belong to a world-class archer, but it does. The headquarters seems so empty without Roy in it--so cavernous yet so claustrophobic like it’s going to eat Jason alive.

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Three days later Rose is roundhouse kicking a punching bag when Jason finds her. “We can’t use the Lazarus Pit.”

Rose stumbles, missing the bag completely and tumbling to the floor. “The fuck, Jason!” For someone who sees the future, Rose certainly didn’t hear this coming.

Jason helps her up. “We can’t use the Lazarus Pit. I don’t want Roy going through what I did.” He meets her eyes. “What we did.”

Rose nods, still breathless and annoyed in a way that makes him want to smother her with kisses. “You got another idea?” Jason swallows, squeezing the hand he’s still holding. “Jason?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know your HLA markers, would you?”

“My what?”

----

Rose hates going to the doctor. It’s rarely a problem--her regeneration usually prevents her from getting sick, and her injuries hardly last long enough. But she’s been around enough mad scientists that she practically glares holes into the nurse when he brings out the needle.

“Don’t kill him and maybe I’ll give you a lollipop afterward.” Jason elbows her other arm.

“A lollipop is not what I want to be sucking right now,” Rose fires back, looking at him instead of the needle. She relaxes slightly, and Jason kisses her, brushing her hair behind her ear.

The nurse coughs. “Alright. Easy in--and done.”

Rose swallows, taking in a deep breath. “Finally.” She closes her eyes, then stands up, rushing for the door.

Jason pauses in the doorframe, looking back at the nurse. “Uh, keep us posted.”

“We’ll call.”

----

It’s a stupid idea. The morgue doesn’t even understand why Jason Todd, adopted son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne wants to keep Roy Harper’s body in their freezer, especially when Oliver Queen seems to want it cremated as soon as possible. Bribing the owner doesn’t even work--not with Queen’s fortune also in play. So, Rose concocts some dumbass story about Harper’s biological family coming in from out of town. It’s so crazy that both Queen and the mortician fall for it.

Both Jason and Rose hold their breath when his phone rings. And Rose, and her fucking precognition, hugs him tight and fucking squeals before the nurse even says it “It’s a match.”

---

“Nervous?” Jason sits next to her, squeezing her hand as the scientist hooks the catheter tube to a vein in Roy’s chest. Jason has a hard time looking at his body, so he focuses on Rose instead.

“Fucking terrified.” Rose laughs humorously.

“Trust me, if they try anything I’ll shoot them myself.”

“You know I can hear you, right?”

-----

Rose isn’t sure what’s more surprising, the gleam in Roy’s eyes like he just woke up from a nap, or the desperate kiss Jason gives him when he takes his first breath. Or maybe it’s not surprising at all. She should have known from the way Roy always seemed to be in Jason’s thoughts--he always had a convincing lie, and maybe Rose wanted to believe him. Maybe she should feel angry--betrayed, even, but all she feels is relief.

Finally, Jason remembers they’re not alone, and he breaks off from sucking Roy’s face, his face as red as Roy’s hair.

Roy, on other hand, is not surprised at all. “Missed me that much, huh?”

#melody writes #jayrose #redarse #dc comics #jason todd #rose wilson #roy harper #jayroy #lime #been kind of a rough evening so I posted this to cheer myself up #lemme know if you like it #bi!Jason

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castielific · 3 years

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The scars of our story

Genre: Dean/Castiel, domestic fluff with a hint of drama Rating: PG-13 Words: 1 478 Awesome Betas: @myblackeyedboy and @kindafanfic Summary:

"You never told me how you got those," Dean says, cheek resting on the back of Castiel's shoulder as he looks down at the scars between his omoplates. Their legs are still tangled together, their breath still a little short from what they just did, their skin sticky for more than one reason.

"Archery accident," Castiel answers, voice muffled by his pillow.

Dean laughs, lightly biting Cas' shoulder in reprimand. "You've never held a bow in your life."

Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers.

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The sheet sticks to Castiel's sweaty back as he turns over and buries his face into his pillow. He shivers when the tip of a finger starts tracing the two lines on his back.

"Archery accident," Castiel answers, voice muffled by his pillow.

Dean laughs, lightly biting Cas' shoulder in reprimand. "You've never held a bow in your life."

Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers. There is nothing, of course. Not anymore. But he can still feel them sometimes. He still goes to sleep every night imagining that Dean is sheltered beneath his wings.

"I was attacked by an eagle," he says instead.

A tap on his naked ass makes him yelp in surprise and they both laugh. Cas turns around, to avoid the touch as much as to try and change the subject. He grabs the back of Dean's neck, clashing their lips together in a kiss that doesn't last as long as he would like. He still marvels at the fact that he can do that now, at the privilege it is to be able to caress and kiss Dean whenever he wants to. He does it a lot.

"You're a terrible liar," Dean teases, bumping their noses together, affectionately.

Cas can't quite look him in the eyes, so he grabs his chin and brings him in for another kiss. It's the best diversion he's found. Sex and affection always prevail over anything else for Dean.

For this Dean, anyway.

When their lips separate, their breaths are short again, Cas can feel Dean’s renewed interest grow against his hip.

The sun is streaming through the curtains, casting Dean's face in an orange glow and making him grimace. Cas traces the lines accentuating his cheeks and his eyes. Laugh lines now. They used to be lines of stress and anguish, but now they're just laugh lines. Traces of a life well lived.

That's what anyone but Cas would believe anyway, even Dean himself.

Only Cas knows the true origin of the white scar along Dean's forehead, or why his fingers are so crooked, why his joints ache so much when he's only forty. What truly happened to him during the first four decades of his life. It's part of the same story as the scars on his own back. Part of the story that he'll never be able to tell and sometimes wishes he would forget.

"My mysterious husband," Dean says, rolling his eyes despite the caress he drapes along Cas' cheeks.

"I was stabbed by an ex," Castiel says, deadpanned.

Dean frowns with worry for all of four seconds before he scoffs. "Liar," he accuses with a smile.

"I had very ugly moles," Cas tries with a disgusted grimace.

"Liar."

"I used to have my mother's name tattooed there."

Dean moans in frustration and lets himself fall back to his side of the bed, dramatically pushing Cas' face away with one hand. Cas chuckles, lightly biting the fingers on his face until Dean takes them away.

The other man is lying on his side now, scrutinizing him with his cheek on the pillow as Castiel sits up with his back against the headboard.

"You know, you're only making me more curious by avoiding the subject," Dean warns.

"I answered the question!" Cas teasingly protests.

"Somehow, you're the person I feel like I know the best, yet you're still a mystery to me sometimes."

"I could return the compliment."

"No," Dean says, more seriously, "No you can't. You know me. Sometimes it feels like you know me better than I know myself."

Cas takes a calming breath, trying to relax his muscles and keep his face blank.

"That breath. That's when I know you're lying," Dean says, sounding a little sad.

"I didn't say anything," Castiel says, his throat so tight that the words can barely get out.

Dean stares at him, searching his face for so long that Cas is afraid that he might detect the truth under the walls he's keeping. Sometimes he wishes Dean would see it, that Dean will remember. He wishes he could have his Dean back, the Dean he first fell in love with. He knows he can't, he knows it will never happen because Dean would die if he did. Both Deans.

Castiel was lucky enough that this new Dean fell in love with him.

This Dean is devoid of darkness and of violence. This Dean knows nothing of Heaven and Hell and the wars they've fought side by side. He doesn't know the loss, the pain and impossible choices they had to make through the years.

He's not his Dean, but that's okay, because when he's by his side, he's not the old Castiel either. Sometimes he can even forget about the nightmares they've lived through and just enjoy the love he never believed they could share.

Castiel still wonders sometimes. He wonders if the old Dean, his Dean, could have ever loved him the way that this Dean does. So freely and entirely, without angst and reservations, without the weight of death and betrayals that has always haunted their relationship. He'll never know now, but still he wonders.

Castiel blinks out of his thoughts when two fingers tap his forehead. "Here they are, the mysteries," Dean teases with a cheeky grin.

He's always grinning now. Even through the darkness, Dean has always had the ability to be excited by the most simple things. Now that the darkness is gone from his life and memories, his happiness is so infectious that it sometimes invades Castiel too, making him forget, if only for a few minutes. Seconds.

"It's no mystery that I love you."

"Is that what you were thinking about?" Dean asks, searching his eyes.

"Yes," Castiel swears. Honest, in his own way.

"Then why did you look so sad?"

Castiel can feel his own smile starting to crumble, but forces it right back up. He passes the pad of his thumb over Dean's lips until they start to turn up at the corner.

"Because I was thinking of the time before I knew you."

Dean throws his head back and gives a throaty laugh with his mouth opened, green eyes twinkling and dimples showing. "You are such a fucking sap!"

Cas can't resist the long throat exposed in front of him and latches his mouth to it, rolling until he's lying on top of the other man. His smile isn't forced when Dean's legs immediately part to leave him a place between them.

"Just a sap for now, but the rest can be arranged," Cas announces, wiggling his eyebrows at the same time as his hips, making his husband laugh again.

"And still awful at flirting," Dean notes.

Cas bites the other man's chin, before trailing kisses along his jaw and toward his ear. "Good thing there’s a thing or two I'm good at, or you would have never married me."

"Yeah. Good thing you're still the best person I've ever met," Dean breathes when Cas sucks on his earlobe.

It stops Cas for a second, makes him close his eyes and takes a deep breath that can't quite pass the ball of lies that is stuck in his throat. Two years now, and he still chokes on them sometimes. Still spend sleepless nights thinking of all that he's lost.

Conflicting images flash behind his eyelids. A first meeting in a barn with literal sparks flying and as much fright as wonder in Dean's eyes. Another one in the garage Dean is now working at. Castiel only went there because he was missing him, never believing he would get to have more than a few minutes with Dean, thinking it would be their last. It ended up being a new beginning for them.

Cas is not sure which one he prefers, which story is the most beautiful. He wishes he didn't have to choose.

Dean's arms come around his shoulders, squeeze until he's as close as he possibly can be, until Castiel feels like he can breathe again. There are lies but no regrets. He loves this Dean as much as he loves old Dean. They are one and the same in all the ways that matter.

Dean's happiness is all he's ever wanted, has been the sole purpose of his life and sacrifices for more than a decade. Still is. Always will be.

"Who's the sap now?"

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flyingupward · 2 years

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critical role - vox machina chapter 8 - the end of vox machina

all sentences taken from episodes 100-115 of the first campaign of critical role. feel free to change pronouns, phrasing etc. to fit your needs!

“Oh yeah, we’re still very awkward at all times.”

“I can’t read the dirty hand of betrayal.”

“I’m sorry that we won’t get to hang out because you hate me now.”

“We have a box of crazy shit. Will you look at it?”

“Why would you do that and what happened?”

“My plan just went up the rainbow.”

"Congratulations, you're in a prison cell with Charles Manson."

“You want to go someplace really horrible with your family or what?”

"Your shoes don't even know you're there."

“This is terrible. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“These skeletons are almost as old as you.”

“You put the ass in astute.”

“I don’t speak gloom!”

“Oh God. The creepy music is starting. We gotta go, y’all!”

“We slow motion walked into our own death.”

“You were talking about how much you wanted to monologue. I really feel like this is the moment.”

“Hey! You know what the problem is with your face? I can see it.”

“Welcome to the god wars, guys.”

“You can go ahead and live forever, but you’ll still be ugly the whole damn time.”

“When has a random miracle ever just happened?”

“Don’t go to heaven without us.”

“I don’t know what to do without causing everyone around us to die or be scared!”

“For everything great we may have created, you need to create far better.”

“What a beautiful tree you found. It casts so much shade.”

“Don’t be dark and creepy and make it sound like you’re being nice.”

“I seek power, not silliness.”

“I guess I have to start getting used to losing things.”

“Worst double date sangria partners ever!”

“Don’t tell anyone I sang to a book.”

“Not every rosy walkway leads to a better day.”

“We need you, perhaps, but you do not need us. That is our gift.”

“A god called you a madman.”

“Oh, fuckstick, we are coming.”

“As generous as this offer is, we just don’t enjoy associating with new money.”

“I only serve gods with big dicks.”

“I am grateful for the time I have left to look on you and I am grateful to fight for your future.”

“I wouldn’t take it back. You taught me how to take chances.”

“Come on, you sweet chinchilla.”

“You broken bastard.”

“You are a shitty, shitty backyard fountain.”

“I could say turducken and you people would turn it into sexual innuendo.”

“Your eyebrows… I want to lick them.”

“He’s married. To me. And I will cut you, okay?”

“Is it that hard to believe that maybe just someone finds me attractive?”

“It was love at first sight, but now. So not first.”

“Not all miracles have to be deadly.”

“Did you just make a decree and then turn to us and say, ‘What’s your plan?’”

“I think we proceed by taking a 15 minute nap, really.”

“Our entire relationship has been psychic damage, baby.”

“We’re fighting walls!”

“Can we please stop robbing tombs and get back to our actual mission?”

“Oh my gosh my legs are so short”

“You just got glitter bombed with holy goodness.”

“That’s not Gandalf. That’s a cosplayer.”

“Why do you have to tamper with the fundamental forces of nature?”

“Sneaky fucks in front.”

“It’s a real party up here and everybody’s dead.”

“You’re in a cavern. You don’t get any dill.”

“I wish to strangle you until death.”

“There’s been a few times that we’ve all known we could die together, but this might actually be it.”

“Everything since I met you all has felt like a dream, even the worst of it.”

“Forever and ever and always.”

“To be fair, we didn’t know we were going to be fighting Kim Kardashian’s fantasy wedding cake over here.”

“You’re not going to kill another one of our friends in front of us, are you?”

“I’m rubbing my thigh, but there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“It’s reading rainbow time.”

“If you were anybody else, I would find it when I was rummaging through your corpse later.”

“I’ll make you something fancy that’s a little less prone to explode.”

“We’re going to live a life of paranoia, aren’t we?”

“He definitely does this when he needs to go poo, but this is so much worse.”

“I love you very much. This has been a terrible day.”

“We’ll fix in each others’ gaps. We’ll be the glue.”

“Are you kidding me? Religion and alcohol go together perfectly. That’s a time honored tradition.”

“You taught me just the right amount of how to be a shithead.”

“My God, it is hard, surviving, isn’t it?”

“It’s weird once you reach a life goal and then realize you have the rest of your life.”

“Sometimes it’s hard being a prodigy because then you just grow up to be a regular adult.”

“In all my years, not a day passes where awe does not strike me at the beauty of this world.”

#MEME | incoming #i always think watching certain scenes at the end of c1 wont make me cry #ding dong im wrong

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thepunkbug · 3 years

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There's a lot I'm missing here I'm sure, but here's my take for the time being, since I just want to share my thoughts.

First of all, I don't know why everyone is so vehemently hating on Jared right now. I don't know if it's a long time coming, if people have always hated him, or if it's a more recent thing. I won't comment much on that, simply because I'm confused here, and if someone is willing to fill me in (not condescendingly, please), then I might end up changing my mind.

First of all, good on Jensen and Danneel for making a SPN prequel if they want to. Personally, I doubt I'll ever watch it, mostly because we already know John and Mary's story (Cupid made them fall in love, they hated each other before that, Mary dies when they're babies, John is kind of a terrible father, etc), and if I want more SPN content, it's to get a better ending for the brothers and for Dean/Cas. Still, happy for Jensen and those looking forward to it.

It seems as though Jared has been basically cut out entirely, not just by Jensen, but the rest of the cast and crew. Someone said it had to do with Jared's pranks and jokes that wasted time and money, and could've hurt or humiliated people. This isn't okay, obviously, if it was this extreme, but from panels and blooper reels, I was under the impression Jensen participated in just as many pranks as Jared? That was kind of their thing, right? Like, they were known for that.

Also, in panels and blooper reels, people laugh along and joke with them, so if no one ever said "that wasn't funny, that went too far, please stop," how were they supposed to know any different? I've had this happen to me, where I think I'm fine with a person, only to find out they dislike me, and I would've rather known from the start than believe they liked me the way I liked them. It feels like a betrayal, and if no one talked to Jared about these things, or if he just plain didn't know, then he's likely feeling the same thing.

I'm sure Jensen has his reasons for not letting Jared in on this, or including him in the show. As a creator and a grown ass man, he's well within his right to do that. As someone who has shared the screen with Jared for fifteen seasons, who had put as much time and energy and love into Dean as Jared has with Sam, as two people who have been through so much together these past 15ish years, that was a shitty thing to do. I'm not hating on Jensen or Danneel, I'm not gonna send them death threats or call them out or treat them like shit (because I'm not a literal child), but from the perspective of coworkers, that just wasn't cool.

People are upset that Jared is responding publicly. Well, he found out publicly. If Jensen didn't want a response from Jared like this, he should've told him privately. As the person introducing the show and the one excluding Jared, it was his job to decide how to present this and handle things, however they'll end up being handled. It's not Jared's fault he found out like the rest of us, and I don't see anything wrong with him being publicly upset about it, because I think he's well within his right to do so.

Do I think say "et tu, brute?" is a bit dramatic? Yes. Am I gonna laugh at him, gaslight him, make him feel like shit for caring? Fuck no. He put as much into this show as Jensen did, and was basically ignored and written out. Again, I don't know what's going on with the two of them, or why they've fallen out. That's their business.

And I love Jensen. I really do. I think he's incredible and creative and really, really good at his damn job. But between he and Jared, I think Jensen is being the bigger child here. Maybe he did speak to Jared on his own at some point, but it really feels like he didn't. Instead of including his coworker in something they both have equal, full rights to be a part of, he never deigned to mention it to Jared, and left him to find out about this like the rest of us, which is not fair. It looks to me like instead of being an adult and confront his issues and be the bigger person, he decided "no, I don't wanna deal with this like an adult, I wanna deal with it like a high school student" and then just full sent it.

And as the creator of this new show, Jensen can do what he wants. He isn't technically obligated to include Jared in a professional capacity. That doesn't mean there were WAY better ways to handle this. I disapprove of how Jensen managed this whole thing, but whatever, really.

I think people's response to this, though, is a product of how our society is now. People are seriously either/or now, but life doesn't always really work in either/or, it works as both/and. Jensen can do what he wants with his own project, Jared can be upset about it, and both of those can exist at the same time and be true. We don't have to pick sides here, we can just acknowledge that both are true, and both Jared and Jensen can be right in some regards, and wrong in others. It's not the end of the world. We're not terrible people for not picking a hill to die on. We're consumers, and (hopefully) people with critical thinking skills capable of discernment. Let's maybe try that approach instead.

#j2 fallout #thepunkbug #supernatural #long post #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #et tu brute #et tu bestie

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ayzrules · 3 years

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✶ 𝐇𝐗𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Long story short, I have been thinking about this for wayyyyy too long now and wanted to get some ~thoughts~ & analysis written down! This post is going to be...fairly long, lol. Apologies in advance :D

Also, if you can’t see the last gif (the one for ‘holy’), click here. Tumblr keeps fucking up the image when i try to upload it :////

This post is probably going to be about 2/3 yorknew & phantom troupe/kurapika focused, 1/3 chimera ants, maybe with some references to other arcs (including manga-only arcs) mixed in. so, ofc, tons of spoilers ahead! also, i realize that my blog theme is hard to read (and i’m p sure clicking ‘keep reading’ sends you to the og post itself), so i’m linking the post w/ full text copy/pasted in on my art backup side blog (which has a more legible font) here.

✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 I’m sure absolutely nobody is surprised with me starting here - there is just. SO. MUCH. DEATH. in hxh. & right from the start, one thing I noticed that togashi really emphasized was the #4 and its connection to death. in japanese, chinese, and im p sure some other asian cultures the number 4 is pronounced like the word for death so it’s associated with death in general, and boy oh boy does the ‘deadly number 4′ thing show up E V E R Y W H E R E. we get to the hunter exam, and hisoka is applicant #44. kurapika is #404. i didn’t notice it at first, but this was so intentional holy shit. togashi is NOT SUBTLE.

So pika & hisoka are, right off the bat, associated with death. okay. and then there are even more clues to drive the point home: hisoka is member #4 in the phantom troupe, kurapika’s birthday is april 4th (aka 4/4). 100% not a coincidence (!!). with hisoka, it’s pretty obvious why togashi’s throwing all this death 444444 stuff around - dude is a psycho murder pedo clown, literally gets off on killing people (and there’s also the fact that judas sits 4th from the left in the last supper painting, and he’s sort of the judas equivalent for the phantom troupe). with kurapika, though, it’s a bit more subtle and woven deeper into his characterization, which i LOVE. togashi puts the mans in blue & gold & white (traditionally ‘pure’ or ‘heavenly’ colors), makes him so fucking kind & so good-hearted.....when he’s not relentlessly pursuing his revenge, ofc. more on this in the next section, but pika = death. togashi has made that v v v clear.

Backtracking a bit to hisoka, though, I also just wanted to point out the 4 is death symbolism in the fortunes too (GOD i love the fortunes): in one translation, he’s the false fourth moon, and in the og japanese (i think), he’s the false hare (4th in the lunar zodiac or w/e it’s called. i don’t know the japanese cultural influences here, but in the chinese legend that established the zodiac animals, they race across the heavenly river & the top 12 animals got zodiac slots. the hare finished 4th, so it’s #4 in the cycle).

And just as a final note, Tserriednich is the fourth prince of the kakin empire, and also another dude who has a hard-on for murder & other gory shit. again: togashi is not subtle with this, lmfao

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 As probably everyone who’s gotten to yorknew knows, togashi is so 0 fucks given when he wants to be. I mean there’s the whole thing where he just. took New York and decided, Yorknew. LMFAO, but also, he made the main antag of that arc be named chrollo lucilfer, sit around in a ruined church, have a reversed cross coat, pale & dark-haired/dark-eyed, generally dressed in dark colors, very terrible murder guy. liiiike......chrollo x devil symbolism game is 1000/10 at this point lmaooo

And i know absolutely nothing about christianity in general, but pt/kurapika & yorknew arc is just so full of christian imagery/symbolism! one thing that i L O O O O O O V E though is how togashi really blurs the traditional christian-coded good/evil, holy/damned boundaries.

Back to kurapika: he wears gold and blue, his coloring is very stereotypically ‘angelic’, he’s precious and good and kind. his chains are all about ~judgment~ and ~healing~ - some of the chains are also in literal cross shapes, aren’t they? And the chain dagger in his own heart...the imagery is very startlingly similar to the immaculate heart of mary, where the swords stabbing thru the heart apparently represent seven sorrows. IDK much about this stuff other than the visual similarities; literally had to google ‘daggers through heart christianity?’ to even get the name of that thing LOL. anyway, at first, it seems like togashi establishes him as the ‘angel’, the ‘good’, the ‘holy’ in the angel/devil, good/evil, holy/damned dichotomy between him and chrollo.

But that’s not the end of the story. his entire storyline is driven by a huuuuuuuge giant desire for vengeance, first of all, and then there’s the scarlet eyes, which canonically are seen as demonic/cursed/what have you (according to one of the movies or smth? where they show pika as a 10 y/o?), and then we also have red eyes in modern culture being associated w pretty much the same thing (vampires, anyone?). the fight scene with uvo has everything in b&w besides the blood on his face & his red eyes & the moon (<<< more fortune foreshadowing & symbolism, i love to see it), and there are tonssss of scenes where he has to suppress his rage. so all of that is obviously not very angelic of him i would say LOL. in fact, what i find super interesting is that the scarlet/red eyes (which are ‘demonic’) is actually the driving factor behind his super powerful nen abilities; this ties in so well with the fortunes & death associations imo! the fortunes call him the ‘death-bringer’ in one translation, or ‘half-angel, half-death’, so that’s one side of pika = red eyes = death, but there’s also the fact that emperor time is literally draining his life force. so pika = death for both himself and others namely the pt, question mark?

Now for chrollo: togashi’s devil symbolism is EXTREMELY overt with him, but i love the subtler jesus references too. the church thing, obviously, and the st. peters cross which is cuz st peter respected jesus too much & didn’t think he was worthy to die in the same way as him (or something like that, i am the most atheist person in the world & hxh is literally my entire christian education pls) but is also used as an anti-christianity symbol these days. bandit’s secret looks like a bible, lbr, and mans has a cross tattoo.

Other things beyond visuals - 12 spiders, 12 apostles; hisoka’s betrayal, where member #4 can be thought to correspond to judas sitting 4th from left at last supper. and this miiiiight be a bit of a stretch, but i think the meteor city being the place of origin may also play into the blurred line between angel/devil and holy/damned here; meteors are defined as space rocks that are in earth’s atmosphere, becoming incandescent in the process. meteorites are for the kinds that actually reach the ground. and idk, lucifer was cast out of heaven / sky too right? so i think there might be some subtle fallen angel imagery/symbolism playing into the pt as well

✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒) Last section yay! i don’t have as much to say about this, besides when i was making chimera ant arc edits & realized that there might have been some subtle gon/meruem parallels???

So obviously, everyone knows that line killua says to gon - “you are light” - and then i was just remembering that meruem’s name means.... “light that illuminates all” (!!!!). maybe it’s a coincidence, but knowing togashi, i’m leaning towards nahhhh. there HAS TO be some kinda meaning there (!!).

Going back to the events of the chimera ant arc....ooh boy. let’s see: gon is optimistic & hopeful even in the face of kite potentially being dead, killua says he’s light, they find kite & dude is fucked up, gon is pissed. gets all angry & ~dark~, especially during the palace invasion when he’s staring pitou down as she fixes up komugi. then the actual fight against pitou: more darkness, more anger, but through it all there’s still light, namely his jajanken being very orange & fiery lookin.....and that final sequence, where he puts all his possible nen he’d ever have into his ~final form~ or wahtever & turns into a male version of true form!bisky but dressed in a crop top & short-shorts (i am SCARRED, btw. s c a r r e d !). there’s just huuuge flashes of light as that’s going on, and it reminded me of supernovas or dying stars when i was thinking about it, where the star is like, collapsing under its own weight? & burning thru its own fuel, until there’s nothing left except a dwarf or black hole or what have you. one final, extremely deadly burst of light & energy before death.

On the meruem side of things: born into a dark cave, exhibits a traditionally evil/cruel/wicked/whatever personality/traits so that has ppl associating him with darkness. then he gets to know komugi, starts to appreciate other aspects of humanity, seems like he could have actually turned into a decent person who doesn’t want to eat everyone - so that’s a ‘path to light’, maybe? - and then the extermination team yeets themselves into the palace, netero takes him out to bumfuck nowhere, they fight. netero’s fighting is just ALL light, from his giant ass golden 100-type guanyin bodhisattva to the poor man’s rose. again, there’s the sense of finality to it all, in a similar vein to dying stars: netero comes in determined to kill meruem no matter what, and we all know netero doesn’t flake. then we see netero get destroyed after the zero hand, and he triggers the rose, and everything is burning & on fire before the flames are put out and all turns dark again.

But wait!!! pouf & youpi revive meruem and all he does is play gungi with komugi, even with the poison of the rose. he eventually dies, and the gungi pieces in that final shot of them together (i am BAWLING just thinking about it holy shit) has one that’s all white, one that’s a black ring and white inside. i assume all white is for komugi, who has never done ANYTHING wrong in her LIFE, so i like to think that the 2nd one is for meruem - born “into darkness”, literally & figuratively, but he turns something like ‘good’ by the end. it’s interesting how togashi has sort of gone for a bit of a subversion here: the hero going from light to darkness, and the main antag from darkness to light.

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 AahhhhHHHHHhhh so if you read all the way down here through my LONG rambles, tysm! i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear what other people think about all this, and i’ve FOR SURE missed tons and tons of stuff - chimera ants is just. SO MUCH. and i don’t know it as well as yorknew eeek.

I’m not sure if i’m really ~knowledgeable~ in any other areas relating to hxh, so this might be the only one of these that i do, but i definitely think about some of this - esp all the religious symbolism & #4 stuff - a ton! so in the meantime, if it’s of any interest, i’m just going to shamelessly plug my hxh x religious beliefs/superstitions edit series :D lots of love to all!!!

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