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navree · 11 months

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Lowkey hate race swapping sometimes. Now hear me out!

I don't mind when people race swap chatacters I just hate it when changing their race would totally change the entire story or have a lot of implications to the story.

I don't mind when fictional charcater race are changed but I hate it when they change a characters race who are suppose to be a certain race for a reason. When they chnage those types of characters a lot of time it changes the narrative of the story and their actions.

Same with historical show or documentaries. If this real life figure was another than they were we would have completely different story on our hands. Like please open a history book.

Listen, when it comes to fictional characters "racebending" means nothing to me unless it's whitewashing (Titans casting a white actor to play Dick Grayson and the MCU casting a white actress to play Wanda Maximoff when they are both literally canonically Romani both ethnically and culturally is my villain origin story) because fiction is fiction, and honestly you can tweak a story to make a character's journey adapt to the new inclusion of them being a member of a minority class so long as you're talented enough. Most writers aren't, and that's why a lot of "oh we made X character a POC in this adaptation" moves tend to ring hollow, but it is possible.

But I have a genuine bone to pick when it's about history.

For one, it's just such a lazy move. "Oh we made Bess of Hardwick Chinese!" fantastic but you do know that Chinese people existed in the late 16th century right? Like, China was a country with a lot of people in it and a thriving culture and way of life and plenty of influential people living there. Why aren't we telling stories about a Chinese woman living in that time period, it's not like that period of Chinese history was dull or as if no one ever mattered or nothing ever happened there. Like, for God's sake, it's just a way of showing that you aren't actually interested in learning about other parts of the world, or decentering Western history, specifically European history, as the only history worth learning about, you just want brownie points for being diverse without actually putting in the work to learn about the vibrant world that existed outside of Europe for the vast majority of human history, aka doing anything to actually explore different non-Western narratives and how the world moved outside of the European bubble.

For two, like you said, a lot of the time "racebending" doesn't really include attempts to accommodate how the history would change. Bridgerton is a wish fulfillment fantasy show so I don't often care about how it deals with history (even tho I do think the Charlotte was black theory is complete bunk and I refuse to engage with people who think it's real) but its whole "and now England is desegregated" thing falls very flat when you remember how involved England was in the trans-Atlantic slave trade, how reliant it was on slave labor, how invested it was in capturing and buying and selling slaves, including the royals. It puts a lot of onus on characters that they've made POC without doing any of the work, and oftentimes deals in a lot of harmful stereotypes. This was seen most egregiously in the 2021 Anne Boleyn show that cast Jodie Turner-Smith as Anne. @duchessofferia discussed this much better than I will, but relying on the same old lazy tropes that have defined Anne Boleyn with a black woman playing her turned into genuinely harmful racial representation. Having Anne be sexually aggressive and domineering and harsh in her mannerisms, especially when compared to Jane Seymour, isn't new, but having a black woman be looming over a small white woman and being sexually aggressive with her feeds into harmful stereotypes about black women and their femininity, and by having George Boleyn also be black, painting him as a sexual deviant and adding a plot where he abandons his responsibilities as a father turns him into the "absent black baby daddy" trope that still does a lot of harm to black men today. Not to mention, changing George Boleyn's race but keeping the rumor about Jane Boleyn lying on the stand to incriminate him turns a "wife turns against her husband for unknown reasons" story into a "white woman accuses a black man of sexual inpropriety that his society would frown on for the purpose of getting him executed by the state" story, which has a long and incredibly dark history in the United States (it's basically the Scottsboro Boys but Renaissance now). I mean, it's basically my primary issue with Hamilton, that the show really wants to capitalize on the whole "America then as told by America now" thing without delving into what it means to have literal slaveowners portrayed by black men and to have the character of Thomas fucking Jefferson call Sally Hemmings by a pet name in that show without any introspection into the fact that she wasn't his girlfriend but, you know, a woman he full on owned and repeatedly raped. It's all surface level and generally causes a lot more problems by refusing to alter the history to deal with these new changes, because it's history and you can't really alter it without creating a host of problems.

With Cleopatra specifically, I mentioned it before but the Ptolemies were total fuckups and literal colonizers in and of themselves, and turning them from a Macedonian dynasty into actual people of color for some kind of narrative (like there aren't any other important women of color in history, or even that time period) while not attempting to even examine the history of that dynasty and that queen in particular doesn't sit right. Like, congratulations, you've now created a story where a woman of color's most important contributions in life were her relationships with white men who held significantly more power than her and over her country, and fucked up to such a degree that her country wouldn't even be considered its own country until the 1950s. How absolutely groundbreaking. Next you're gonna tell me it's subversive to paint Livia Drusilla as a scheming, conniving bitch who manipulated everyone around her, instead of a sexist and tired trope that exists only to demonize one of the few women of actual importance in Augustan Rome because she was half a decade older than her husband and was able to keep her own power after he died. It's not just a lack of intellectual curiosity or good storytelling, but a fundamental misunderstanding of why people want to see stories about people of color, and how Hollywood itself thinks so little of their audience that they think we'll be content with a simple coat of "hey this person's a minority now!" paint over a subject without any attempt to really look into things or understand why the world works the way it does or how these people shaped their lives or the lives of those around them, never mind the new messages you're sending now with these changes.

Ultimately, it doesn't really matter. There's a lot that can fuck up with historical representation in media, and representation of people of color in media in general can always be so incredibly fucked that giving people anything is oftentimes a win in and of itself. But I honestly think that focusing on the same Euro-centric stories and just switching around Pantone skin swatches to do the bare minimum is lazy and insulting. You want me to care about historical stories about people of color? Great, give me historical stories about actual people of color. Let me hear more about ethnic Egyptians, about their lives and their culture and how they influenced history, not ahistorical trash that causes more trouble than its worth and certainly isn't doing anything new or interesting with the subject.

#personal #answered #anonymous #not to mention trying to pass it off as fact is particularly galling #say what you want about fucking bridgerton but they're not pretending this is in any way how it really went down #i'm a bit drunk and i've had a looooooong night (had to mediate a fight between my mom and my sister) so this isn't altogether coherent #but i hope i got my point across #ultimately it doesn't matter it means very little and there's so much more to complain about #but it causes genuine issues that filmmakers just don't want to look at or really introspect on #because they think that audiences of color don't deserve more than scraps #and honestly just like.......stop making media about cleopatra #she's the least interesting person of that era (you guys know me i'm an augustus girlie i think he's the most fascinating)#and there are so many more interesting egyptian queens that i wish were getting more press instead #and you know those egyptian queens were.......actual egyptians

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kishimotomasashi · 2 years

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... tentative theory

Hashirama's Wood Style/Mokuton is a kekkei genkai, mixing two different chakra natures at once, those being Earth and Water

The way this functions probably goes like this: Hashirama pours massive amounts of his chakra into the ground, and then the natures mix or whatever and anyways that's how he grows trees/flowers. He also uses his chakra to mold the wood into shapes he wants, which explains the ability to build houses and all

Mokuton then, would be most useful in environments where plants can grow easily. In environments where it's much harder or even impossible, he'd have to create fertile ground himself, which would expend much more chakra and would limit the range of his Mokuton to where he's been able to create that ground

We know for a fact that some techniques are more useful with a geographical advantage, through Gaara's sand: in the desert, he had so much of it at his disposal that he was able to shield his entire village completely from Deidara's personal nukes. Meanwhile when he's not surrounded by it, he relies on the sand in his gourd.

Hashirama, for most of his life, has battled in an environment perfect for his Mokuton, that being the forest

Places where Hashirama would have a much harder time fighting in: the desert, in the middle of the ocean

Places where I think you could totally kick his ass in: Antartica, Space

#send post #I could also scrap this altogether bc apparently Hashirama has so much chakra that wherever he goes he could do anything #Hashirama's powers are kind of insane #let's assume for the sake of this post that the God of Shinobi actually has weaknesses 😔#Also for the sake of this post I choose to believe there is a ninja Antartica they just don't know it exists yet #The ground is soft and I'm ready to dig

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freckledbastard · 2 years

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kotor remake has been indefinitely delayed........

#star wars #kotor #IT HURTS A LOT ACTUALLY IM SO SAD #but at least its not scrapped altogether yet #ill take what i can get

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prophetrick · 2 years

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bad ending

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I groaned out loud. My mind was in a foggy haze, and my body felt like every bone's been replaced with some kind of tin-lead; I struggled to move, and every heartbeat practically rattled through me. The pain radiating up from the center of my skull is intense, and all I want to do is cry.

My eyes are closed as I struggle to make sense of things, but I can just barely hear footsteps coming towards me. A stringent, citrus-like smell filled my nostrils along with a more acrid cocktail of chemicals. Excitement welled up in my chest, because there's only one gal I know who has that particular brand of perfume! My eyes fluttered open, and my sight fills with a feminine silhouette surrounded by blinding light. I would have screamed for joy if it weren't for the weird-ass gag covering my mouth. Mikan hovered over me, caressing my face. I wasn't able to reach up and hug her; my arms and legs were tied up, and when I finally came to, I realized I was strapped up to a medical bed. I watched as her lips moved in what I can only describe is some sinister glee. Her voice was muffled, but I understood some of what she spoke. She said that I was special, that I was to be kept alive.

A weak laugh managed to force its way through the gag. This was a joke, right? Mikan was never really one for jokes like this. I could understand that since she'd been the butt of way too many bad pranks. I was taken aback when she reached out with her free hand and traced an invisible heart across my chest. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my face. The heat from her skin made me shudder involuntarily. My throat felt dry and my lungs constricted. The gag suddenly felt suffocating. "You're mine now for just a little while," she whispered. Now her voice is clear. Every syllable dripped with sickening sweetness. "For the sake of despair, I--we can't go all the way…" She moved back just enough to get a good look at my face. Her eyes narrowed and she licked her lips hungrily. My body tried to wriggle out of the straps keeping me pinned. She leaned in closer, making sure that I couldn't ignore the hungry gleam in her eyes. It was a command to stay put.

My mind reeled back to what I could piece back before I wound up here. I spoke to Mikan yesterday about a horror flick that was coming out. The two of us had gotten quite a bit closer, despite me setting out not to make any friends over the years. I've watched her step out of her shell, and that meek little nurse had gotten the nerve up to throw a few jabs my way every now and then. Not that I minded in the least bit! If anything, that was cute too.

I remember looking for her. There was an ocean of angry shouts and so many people trying to clamber up the school gate. So many of them, I couldn't make out what they were shouting about. Man, I don't care how good you are at busting heads, there's no way any of our security would have been able to handle that many people. And that's not even the lawsuits! The old me would have left this behind and everyone with it. Now? I knew I was walking into a battlefield. I guess this is part of becoming more refined, huh? Man, this is what I get for being selfless.

I sent her a text, hoping she'd respond. The picture of her in my phone had the two of us together at a school festival. Her smile was absolutely radiant.

[Text to: Micky] Hey, are you there? [Text to: Micky] There's been some seriously screwed up stuff going on today, and I wanted to know if you where around.

Even with my predictions giving me the best route to try and find her, I got swept up in the tide of students.

That's…what happened, I think. I must have been tossed around like a rag doll, but that part of my memory is a blind spot.

Now, the Mikan here was some gnarled fabrication of what I knew of her. She climbed on top of me, one of her hands snaking its way through my dreads. Another wrapped itself around my neck. Her head rested on my chest as she patted me like some kind of dog.

When I look past her, I see grisly decorations lining the shelves. Body parts preserved in jars, words scribbled on them. Hot tears welled up in my eyes.

If that was what she did for people who weren't…special…what was in store for me?

#thank you for the ask!#what took up most time was trying to figure out the logistics of how he'd be getting in #but then i remembered...oh wait #his memory can be patchy #i also remembered the raw shocks in silent hill shattered memories #and just how creepy it was that whenever they surrounded harry to rob him of his warmth..#they would always pat him down like he was a kid #i couldn't figure out how he'd come across the switches leading to the hidden rooms #i originally had him planning on uncovering some of the research rooms where the experiments were being held for the project #but couldn't quite fit that in as well as i would have liked #so i ended up scrapping it altogether #ptdrabbles

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radiance1 · 3 months

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There was a boy walking towards the invading army.

There was a civilian child walking towards the invading army from the infinite realms lead by their tyrannical ruler. The Justice League tried to stop force their way through, save the boy.

Instead of that, however, they were blocked by multiple ghosts, all hellbent on not leaving them alone. Superman tried to get close to the kid? Piles upon piles of ghosts knocked him back. Wonder Woman? The same thing happened.

The thing was, that wasn't even the ground army who did it. But the ones in the sky.

So the kid was walking towards an entire army by himself. One hellbent on taking over Earth and have no qualms about ending the short life of a human boy.

Instead of watching a child die, a life they failed to save. Something else happened.

The army parted for him.

Just as Moses parted the Red Sea, the same happened with the ghosts. They made a clear-cut line for him to walk straight towards their king with no obstacle, even clearing the way of anything that could pose as one.

Again, the Justice League tried to go down to drag the boy away, only to again be denied by the ghosts flying through the sky. Only to stop chasing as soon as they retreated a certain distance.

The ghosts stood still, and only moved as they got close, unlike their previous acts of causing havoc and mayhem. So, the Justice League, as much as they didn't want too, stood still and watched.

The boy stood at a stop before the king, painfully tiny in comparison to the massive ghostly tyrant standing before him with his arms crossed.

"Yo, dad." The boy said, and the Justice League froze in shock.

===

"Yo, dad." Danny lifted a hand up in greeting, before dropping that hand to rub at his neck. "Funny seeing you here, I guess."

"Phantom..." Pariah Dark's voice was soft yet booming and seemed to echo throughout the battlefield. "We meet once again on the field of battle, come to challenge me again, little one? Without your armor, no less?" Pariah tilted his head to the side slightly, questioning.

"Oh that? Yea that got destroyed ages ago," Danny shrugged, as if not having it didn't bother him at all. "Parents couldn't exactly, you know, finish it. Plus, they had other things to work on, so they just decided to scrap the thing altogether." He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged again. "So, yea..."

Pariah looked the boy over, his eyes hardening and he clicked his tongue at what he saw.

"You come here, not with armor," Pariah began, strength in his voice and a fire (literally) in his eyes. "Nor a weapon, or a shield, and no allies of any kind-"

"Well those guys are there" Danny pointed behind him, straight at the Justice League.

"-Walk up to a hostile force with no gauge of their strength." But Pariah just barreled on as if the Justice League were an afterthought. "And face their leader and do not expect to come to harm!?" The Ghost King scowled, and the Justice League tensed.

But just tilted his head slightly. "Well, are you going to harm me?" He asked.

Pariah Dark blinked, then whispered. "I could, child. I could kill you." He put a strong emphasis on the word kill.

"You could," Danny nodded. "But are you going to hurt me?"

The Ghost King remained silent, but his gaze intensified.

Danny shrugged, this time with a smile. "See? You wouldn't hurt me so it's fine. Ya big softie."

Pariah's scowl intensified. "I am not soft, child."

"Oh really?" Danny leaned forward and his smile took on a more playful edge. "Then what's you're reason for visiting Earth, hmmmm?"

"To wage war and fight against this world's mightiest heroes." The Ghost King answered quickly.

"Annnnnnnd?"

The king remained silent for a moment and Danny stepped forwards before he face planted onto concrete. "C'mon, dad. Tell me the other reason you came here." Danny crossed his arms, mimicking the Ghost King's pose.

They stared each other in the eyes for a moment, before Pariah looked off the side with green dusting his cheeks. "You have not visited in 50 years, son..." He whispered, but everyone heard it.

"Hah! Knew you missed me!" Danny said shamelessly with a satisfied and smug smile.

"And your father forced me out of the realms because I upset him." Small embers started igniting themselves on the tips of the king's hair.

Silence echoed over the battlefield, before Danny burst out laughing. Pariah Dark's hair fully exploded into green fire as he reached a hand to cover his face. "Of course, alongside the shameless and cheekiness, you get Clockwork's sense of humor as well..."

The Ghost King, at least this very moment, seemed more and more like a tired dad than some fearsome, tyrannical Ghost King.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #pariah dark #dp dark ages #dp darkages #darkages #ghost prince danny

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reasonsforhope · 1 month

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"For the first time in almost 60 years, a state has formally overturned a so-called “right to work” law, clearing the way for workers to organize new union locals, collectively bargain, and make their voices heard at election time.

This week, Michigan finalized the process of eliminating a decade-old “right to work” law, which began with the shift in control of the state legislature from anti-union Republicans to pro-union Democrats following the 2022 election. “This moment has been decades in the making,” declared Michigan AFL-CIO President Ron Bieber. “By standing up and taking their power back, at the ballot box and in the workplace, workers have made it clear Michigan is and always will be the beating heart of the modern American labor movement.”

[Note: The article doesn't actually explain it, so anyway, "right to work" laws are powerful and deceptively named pieces of anti-union legislation. What right to work laws do is ban "union shops," or companies where every worker that benefits from a union is required to pay dues to the union. Right-to-work laws really undermine the leverage and especially the funding of unions, by letting non-union members receive most of the benefits of a union without helping sustain them. Sources: x, x, x, x]

In addition to formally scrapping the anti-labor law on Tuesday [February 13, 2024], Michigan also restored prevailing-wage protections for construction workers, expanded collective bargaining rights for public school employees, and restored organizing rights for graduate student research assistants at the state’s public colleges and universities. But even amid all of these wins for labor, it was the overturning of the “right to work” law that caught the attention of unions nationwide...

Now, the tide has begun to turn—beginning in a state with a rich labor history. And that’s got the attention of union activists and working-class people nationwide...

At a time when the labor movement is showing renewed vigor—and notching a string of high-profile victories, including last year’s successful strike by the United Auto Workers union against the Big Three carmakers, the historic UPS contract victory by the Teamsters, the SAG-AFTRA strike win in a struggle over abuses of AI technology in particular and the future of work in general, and the explosion of grassroots union organizing at workplaces across the country—the overturning of Michigan’s “right to work” law and the implementation of a sweeping pro-union agenda provides tangible evidence of how much has changed in recent years for workers and their unions...

By the mid-2010s, 27 states had “right to work” laws on the books.

But then, as a new generation of workers embraced “Fight for 15” organizing to raise wages, and campaigns to sign up workers at Starbucks and Amazon began to take off, the corporate-sponsored crusade to enact “right to work” measures stalled. New Hampshire’s legislature blocked a proposed “right to work” law in 2017 (and again in 2021), despite the fact that the measure was promoted by Republican Governor Chris Sununu. And in 2018, Missouri voters rejected a “right to work” referendum by a 67-33 margin.

Preventing anti-union legislation from being enacted and implemented is one thing, however. Actually overturning an existing law is something else altogether.

But that’s what happened in Michigan after 2022 voting saw the reelection of Governor Gretchen Whitmer, a labor ally, and—thanks to the overturning of gerrymandered legislative district maps that had favored the GOP—the election of Democratic majorities in the state House and state Senate. For the first time in four decades, the Democrats controlled all the major levers of power in Michigan, and they used them to implement a sweeping pro-labor agenda. That was a significant shift for Michigan, to be sure. But it was also an indication of what could be done in other states across the Great Lakes region, and nationwide.

“Michigan Democrats took full control of the state government for the first time in 40 years. They used that power to repeal the state’s ‘right to work’ law,” explained a delighted former US secretary of labor Robert Reich, who added, “This is why we have to show up for our state and local elections.”"

-via The Nation, February 16, 2024

#michigan #united states #us politics #labor #labor rights #labor unions #capitalism #unions #unionize #gretchen whitmer #democrats #voting matters #right to work #pro union #workers #workers rights #good news #hope

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e1ectrostatic · 1 year

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okay nice, i’ve updated my theme and pages and stuff so blog format should be all good to go... next is a pinned post cuz that’s a feature now, and then it’s go crazy go stupid time (along with dumping stuff from my twitter page here as well as going on following sprees)

#txt #jesus i shouldve done this forever ago it feels so nice how a tumblr blog just feels like Your House #twitter pages dont have the same feel #ive changed a lot since i was last active but i didnt want to just scrap this blog altogether #i wanna reclaim it and let it evolve along with me

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ki-yomii · 9 months

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two for the show | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.1k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, implied choking kink

➥ summary | it’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed (aka the fic where you catch jk jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties).

➥ notes | 🙃 this man straight up made me buy a keychain that says jk’s slut. i have no regrets.

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“I’m home!”

Pausing in the doorway, you listen as the barren sounds of your apartment echo back at you; the soft gurgle of the pipes, the metallic rumble of the dryer, the fan on your fridge kicking on with a dying sputter.

Everything’s as you left it, barring the notable absence of your boyfriend.

There’s no low-toned voice ringing out to greet you, no man-shaped golden retriever bouncing over to drape his arms over your shoulder and smother you in kisses.

It puts you ill at ease, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth as you toss your keys on the side table and place your shoes next to his. Jungkook said he’d lounge around until you got back from your errands.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour, and as it was his first day off in forever, he’d wanted to spend it with you.

… Only instead, he’s nowhere to be found.

The couch is empty, the tv dark. No god awful clanking or boisterous humming, so that rules out him taking a shower. Did he get called away to the studio? Though if that was the case, he’d have texted.

Right?

Right - he knows how you feel about him disappearing without notice. So that can’t be it - plus his footwear is still on the rack.

Stepping into the kitchen

“Kook,” you call, peeking into the kitchen only to find it just as empty as the rest of the apartment, “you still here?”

There’s no answer.

But what sounds like a faint curse comes from somewhere near the bedrooms, so with a shrug you follow the noise only to freeze.

Your brows shoot up your forehead, and your gut clenches hotly. A violent, visceral reaction that makes all the moisture flee your mouth.

Surely he’s not… No, there’s no way.

Except then a grunt breaks the tense quiet; smothered, breathless sounds that echo low and wounded into the hallway.

If you hadn’t been standing right outside the doorway, if you hadn’t been looking for Jungkook, the distant humdrum of everyday life would’ve otherwise disguised them.

A warm hush creeps up your neck and pools in your cheeks, leaving your skin altogether uncomfortable; itchy and tight like a nasty burn.

Every tentative step feels like walking on a tripwire, the slightest creak of the floorboards a gunshot.

It’s a miracle you make it to the end of the hall, your door haphazardly cracked with slats of sunlight spilling across the floor. Seconds later, another grunt - this time louder and filthier.

It’s impossible to resist the urge to peek around the doorjamb, to see how Jungkook’s pulling those kinds of sounds from his throat, to see what tempo he likes to stroke his cock to when he’s alone.

Mouth full of cotton, your heart lurches while you try to absorb the surreal image presented with difficulty.

With how he’s planted his feet and bent his legs, it’s difficult to get an unobstructed view of what his hand’s doing between his thighs but what you can see?

Well.

“…H-Haaah…ss-shit, that’s…”

It’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed. You only notice the scrap of fabric draped over his chest because of how bright and oddly familiar it is, but you’re too far away to identify it and you’ve got more important things to focus on.

He looks like some wild, half tamed creature come to steal you away; the briar of his hair a dark halo on the pillows, the short strands sticking to his sweat-slick forehead.

Eyes hooded and hazy, he watches as the pink tip of his cock appears through the circle of his fingers with every upwards rut. Mouth slack and rosy, his tongue glimmers like a tempting prize.

It sends you reeling, a gush of slick wetting your thighs the next time you squeeze them. You’re unbearably empty - desire hooked behind your navel. An unscratchable itch that’ll surely drive you mad.

Every time you blink, he’s there waiting behind your eyelids; his cock thick and heavy, curved towards his belly and throbbing with each measured stroke.

His thighs tremble, and his toes dig into the bed spread. “Fuhhhck, baby - baby please, let me…”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Gonna cum, oh god. Yeah, that’s it just - hnggg - just like that. S’good for me.”

Tatted fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, rucking the fabric up and out of the way. It bunches under his armpits and exposes the cut of his chest, the valleys of his muscled frame.

The muscles bunch and strain with his movements, and you long to sink your teeth in.

“Right there - oh fuck - right there.” His abs clench and his hips flex. “Jus’ like that, come on, baby.”

Digging your nails into your thigh provides distraction - albeit temporarily as he pauses what he’s doing after a few more hurried strokes, the lines of frustration on his face deepening. The hand around his cock slows to an almost glacial pace.

Hooking a finger around whatever’s resting on his chest, Jungkook raises it up to dangle in front of his face - and shock lances through you, quickly followed by an ohmygod, are those… ?

Yes - yes, they are.

No wonder it looks familiar.

All thought processes grind to a halt, your pussy clenching and your knees nearly buckling once you recognize your favorite pair of panties hanging off your boyfriend’s finger.

Anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach, a ferocious heat bubbling to life behind your navel.

All corrupting, all consuming, until you’re shaking with longing.

You never thought seeing Jungkook like this would affect you so much - never even imagined a scenario in which you would, let alone with a pair of your underwear. Though, you also never imagined it would make you as hot and bothered as it does.

No way, no way, no way.

“Mm, so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, spreading his fingers to stretch out the fabric. “Jus’ for me.”

Eyes wide, you watch as he scrutinizes the whorls of delicate lace and sheer panels. He’s not really going to…is he?

Biting his lip, he spares your panties one more long look before working them down his body. His nipples stiffen when they trail down the valley of his pecs, his voice a breathy curse as they tickle the band of his hips, his skin pebbled with goosebumps.

Holy shit, he is.

You choke on your own spit.

It’s almost impossible to believe that he’s about to jack off with a pair of your panties - that you get to witness it happen for yourself - but then he’s switching hands, and you see how pretty the fabric looks stretched out over the girth of his cock.

The texture must feel amazing because Jungkook full-body shudders, his eyes pinched shut and his brows furrowed like he’s in pain.

He lurches forward, catching himself before he folds in half and takes a shaky breath. His fingers flex, the fabric scraping over his sensitive shaft and teasing his swollen balls.

He whines. “Oh my fuh - that feels so fucking good.”

What you wouldn’t give to know what he’s imagining right now. Every hitched whimper gets your ears ringing and your legs crossing, the drag of your shirt over your nipples uncomfortable with how hard they are.

Nevermind the state of your underwear - the slightest shift has your folds sticking together, a sticky wet gush you’d love to soak his cock with.

You don’t even care that he’s getting a little too loud. So what if your crotchety ass neighbor files a complaint?

The sight alone more than makes up for the headache of dealing with management.

Though apparently, Jungkook’s got more consideration for prying ears because he stuffs the corner of his shirt into his mouth.

Stifling a gasp, he locks the desperate noises behind his teeth by biting down and using the fabric to muzzle himself.

His strong thighs tremble when the circle of his fingers meets the base, knuckles white as the crotch of your panties pulls taut over his swollen cockhead. The visual alone nearly ends you.

Why, you think, half-hysterical.

It’s becoming painful to watch and do nothing.

His choked little groan precedes the flex of his wrist - the apologetic glide of his palm as he staves off another orgasm, the angry tip of his erection leaking where it peeks out from the bright lace.

He’s been on the edge of coming for a while with how wet and swollen his cock his; veins thick and throbbing, balls taut and drawn up towards his body.

A punch of desire at imagining all the things he’s gotten up to while you were gone leaves you winded, and you’re barely able to swallow the moan creeping up from deep inside your chest.

It feels like someone sucker punched you full stop. And then replacing those fingers with your mouth - with your cunt - invades every thought until heat crackles down your spine.

Or maybe you should let this play out - have him stain your panties with cum and then put them on, wear them around the apartment until he fucks you over the counter.

It’s a win-win situation, no matter which scenario you pick.

A fresh wave of arousal pools between your thighs, honey thick every time your pussy clenches. Your clit aches for friction, swollen and raw, all while Jungkook continues to drive himself pleasure drunk.

Right now, the slightest touch could make you cry, you’re so turned on.

Keeping quiet as you shift closer to hear the slick, soppy sounds of him fucking up into the grip of his fist is almost impossible, but somehow you clear the doorjamb, the door itself a faint sensation at the back of your elbow.

And then you stop breathing.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears, your blood rushing so fast you swear you hear it thundering through your veins. The air thickens with tension, the musk of fevered arousal heavy in your nose.

Only right as you’re about to crack, one of the sweetest moans you’ve ever heard breaks through his cotton gag. He must hear your stuttered inhale, the grit of your teeth because he freezes. His body becomes a rigid line of tension, muscles coiled.

And then those pretty doe eyes pop open.

Immediately seeking you out, Jungkook swallows and unhinges his jaw. The makeshift bit slips free from his mouth, his shirt fluttering back down to his chest.

A patch of damp sticks to his skin.

“Baby…” he says, his voice thick with pleasure - low and rough like smoky whiskey - while a flush blooms across his cheeks, “You’re - You’re home…”

Without responding, you take a step into the room.

The closer you get, the tenser Jungkook becomes - his breath locking in his throat and his eyes falling shut.

At some point, his hand pulls away and tries to tuck your panties off to the side. It’s too bad you’ve been watching the whole time, otherwise he might’ve gotten away with it.

Jungkook clears his throat and scratches at his jaw. “I was just - uh, y’know…”

He trails off, his hands fluttering around his hips. As if there’s a way to hide the excited twitch of his cock or the drool of pre-cum when you stop at the bedside.

With a faint smile and a raised brow, you ask, “Having fun?”

“I - baby, I’m so…” A muscle in his jaw jumps. “‘m sorry.”

He refuses to look at you.

And that just won’t do.

“Shit!”

Jungkook jolts, a drawn-out moan full of heat ripped out of his mouth when you press your hand over the heated skin of his throat.

All the air whooshes from your lungs and you watch your thumb trace over the swell of his Adam’s apple, enchanted. His body strains up into your tender touch, every hard line demanding you finish what he started.

“Need some help?” you ask, feeling him gulp against your palm. “Sure looks like you do.”

It’s apparent he can barely think, those pretty eyes clouded over in a haze of desperation. Your nails dig into his oversensitive skin to see him flinch, to watch as a shudder rolls down his spine at the delicate bite of pain.

His cock bobs against his belly.

“Come on, baby. Wouldn’t you like my hand or pussy better?”

“Shit, I -” he groans, tossing a forearm over his eyes. “Why are you like this? You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You chuckle, tracing the swell of his bottom lip, the metal of his lip ring. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Every pass of your hand works your fingers higher until the tips press in at the corners of his mouth.

You repeat yourself, “Do you need some help?”

At the taste of your skin, Jungkook groans; a soft, deep-throated thing that injects heat into your veins. His tongue is soft against the pads of your fingers, wet and cradling.

A lone eye peeks up at you from behind his wrist, hooded and burning.

“… Please.”

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Big ole rant about an OC and the thought process that went into him plus the problem that comes with it (and that I’ve had for quite a while), check under the cut.

Lately I’ve been thinking of what kind of OC I would like to make to be the Big Bad for Daemon Familiar, and the first thing that comes to mind - and has been on the mind for the past two-three years - is...an incel. Just a random guy from a rich family who gets caught up in the Great Rift War between humans and demons but doesn’t actually fight in it himself. He just watches shit unfold and, once the war ends and the armistice is signed, decides that demons need to be wiped out and any human that coexists with them needs to be eliminated because those kinds of people “don’t belong in his world” - and by that point he’s a well-established politician he’s made a name for himself through effort - and not a bit of intimidation and bribery - alone and becomes such a big name among the political circles that he gains a cult following, most of whom comprise of young men that are malleable to falling down the rabbit hole and war vets that oppose the continued existence of demons.

Eventually he acquires enough power to commit ethnic genocide on the Houses of the Wylde, to which the House of the Sky suffers the most, and nearly drives the bald eagle population to extinction because it didn’t matter to him in the slightest if they were actual birds or elementals or demons, he would still wipe them out to “play it safe” when it was really about sending a message: “you don’t fuck with humanity, praja (”magic”) has no place in this world (but only for us, the rich elite)”. It’s this singular event whose effects are still felt in the modern day, most especially among the House of the Sky, which has retreated into the Waylands mountains and still hasn’t been given reparations, and Airi, who is a direct descendant of the House but whose family escaped the House Purges (or other such similar name, it’s not something I’ve given deep thought to yet) and only came into a position of power because of it as most of the other families that commanded the House were, well, dead.

That doesn’t actually sound like a bad premise for a villain’s origin...except, as I said, the first thing my mind latched onto upon making him was “make him an incel that mirrors the IRL far-right wing religious conservatives that have a thirst for making authoritarianism a reality”. And what is the biggest hypocrisy conservatives share? Sexuality. Or rather, the hypocrisy of suppressing sexuality and swearing up and down on being adherent to Family Values when they themselves don’t practice what they preach and abuse their power to indulge in carnality that would destroy a lesser person’s career. So naturally, Mr. Designated Big Bad - and I never gave him an actual canon name, now that I think about it, but let’s stick with “Luke” because that’s what I called him in the notes - got prepackaged with not only genocidal, narcissistic tendencies but hypersexuality that drives him to bed every single woman he lays eyes on despite being married and having a son (to whom he purposefully abandons because he saw his kid, who’s four at the time, exploring activities that weren’t considered masculine and immediately labeled him some rather unsavory slurs). That’s okay with his cult - I mean his “political party” because they do the same thing, too, they regard him as a hero and savior of humanity (because damn the other continents of the world, they’re going to accept him!), but for Luke here his biggest goal in life would come in upping his conquests of infidelity by trying to seduce a young woman from the House of the Sky - yes, the same tribe he ordered to massacre with religious fervor - and, when that doesn’t work, steal her older sister from her brother-in-law. Funny thing about that? Those are Airi’s foremothers. Long story short, after failing time and again to tear the family apart (and it can be argued that Luke genuinely loved them both and not his actual wife, and for that the universe felt both smug, cruel, and ironic for it), he ends up killing the younger sister in a fit of rage, which in turns shortly ends up with him making one last attempt by conquering the Lacard family by force - and that ends up with him getting decapitated and, as an unfortunate result, elevated to martyrdom among his cult.

Now I had thoughts of a future plot where he gets brought back in the present day by an angel - and by “angel” I mean “the Light equivalent of a demon if you ignore the cultural semantics” - so he can regain his influence (which exists in the form of corrupt Displacers and other like-minded individuals/groups, despite his name being all but damnatio memoriae from history and his descendants, who want nothing to do with him) as the messianic figure he was built up as in life and get revenge on Airi, who basically knows next to nothing about him a’la Thanos’s “I don’t even know you” shtick all because...her ancestors told him “no, we’re not interested in you, go away”. Of course, Mr. Angel doesn’t even have anything against Airi other than batting for his home team and is only using Luke as a pawn in his own goal a’la make angels the Top Dog over demons, and gracefully admits defeat when he loses to Airi in a fight. Luke, OTOH, just gets his ass kicked because Mister Angel - who I also never bothered to give a name - doesn’t like him at all, and personally puts him down himself a’la magic blast to the heart once his usefulness serves its purpose.

All that sounds interesting, but I kept thinking to myself Do I really want DF to be remembered for having a stand-in of religious conservatism and Chrisofascist fundamentalism as the Endgame Boss? Do I really want a guy who embodies the worst of far-right wing political pundits, certain leaders in power whom I won’t name, and my own father - who is his own bucket of problems - to be the Big Bad? An adult man who is not only unfaithful to his own family but sociopathic, narcissistic, lazy, hypersexual, and overall whiny when he doesn’t get his way? Do you really want to go down that route, Grand? And I suppose it could work; after all, DF might be my attempt at inversing the “Male MC becomes Demon King” trope, but it’s also an attack on police brutality, police corruption, and other such loaded topics. But there’s a part that feels like his origin is just one big Romantic Plot Tumor of the adulterous sort on a story that’s meant to be about demons, coexistence, corruption (because just like the Dragonborn in Skyrim, not everyone’s going to be keen about finding out that the Demon King-in-Exile is still active and selected a random yokel from the mountains to be his Chosen Hero a’la pull his Trump Card out of stasis to fulfill a personal task he’s physically unable to do himself, so the rumors go), and the reactions to having said Demon King’s Hero existing in a world that wants to hold onto the status quo as long as possible (because change is scary, but only because if things change the Powers That Be can’t be powerful anymore to keep that status quo going).

So as it stands, Mr. Designated Big Bad is kind on the shelf, because I honestly don’t know if I want him to have that kind of role that’s going to prove gluttonous and distracting to the overall story. Mister Angel might stay, though, because you can’t have a story with demons without angels in the mix.

#armi's ocs #original character #character concept #i honestly don't know what to do with this oc #b/c i would rather he not take away from the greater scope plot #i have even thought of scrapping him altogether #and i don't do that lightly especially w/ ocs #so on the shelf he goes and on the shelf he'll stay #b/c the last thing i want for my original stories is to suffer the same problems certain shounen manga do w/ war arcs #at least you get a peek into my thought process w/ character creation #as spontaneous as it can be sometimes #daemon familiar

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