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swordduels · 4 months

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A WONDERFUL DAY, TRULY.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing and all was perfect within such a place. A new world, fresh from the shackles of the old, the witch had brought those who wished for a fresh start, away from the chaos and madness of a world that was cracked, breaking like a dropped glass, it was only a mere matter of time until it shattered into endless shards that could not be repaired no matter how much one tried, the only issues with such a movement, to a better world that had not been touched.

A witches duty to nature and the people.

To protect, not destroying, aiding and not harming. An odd thing truly that one sinful being of greed did not understand. Confiding him into a small dwelling within the forest, a new life was not an easy feat, hardly. The urges and needs, wants and wishes, a new cult was calling, a world not graced with sin, so many hearts, so many, all within need for being harmed and then turned into loyal and devoted followers.

Yet that was not the witches intentions.

An argument, a fight, with insults thrown, from sin to witch, about the needs and wants, of promises made true, of his power and dangers of such a thing that can befall any who crosses him, and a witches concern of a partner who will undo balance and bring endless death, the need to protect and not harm him, to say he acted like a ass, a jackass was an understatement, and she could not have him harming anyone or going to the villages nearby, so she only did a curse, to limit him, into a form that cannot harm any.

Come the morning, she could hear it, the routine as perfect as ever, he would be within the gardens, of this endless forest, trying to figure out a way through to people, always the same, he goes through and comes back defeated and this time, when the wife would step out, it would not be the white haired partner she was linked towards, rather something else in full turn, a white furred, jackass, a donkey standing there, fully unaware of what has happened to it and how much.

It has been cursed to learn a lesson.

(Blame Mort hijinks and stupidity threads of nonsense)

Clarimonde thought the world was a beautiful paradise with lush trees and forests. Their family and friends danced and sang together while blessing nature itself. Father sun and mother moon became their chosen deities. The elders told stories about darkness that seemed like fantasy. Each day was happiness with warmth. It was all about love, dancing and working the fields or sewing clothes. They sewed clothes for everyone in the community but also made some for trading with other communities. Though no one raised an eye whenever anyone walked naked as humans are animals as well.

Years passed by and Clarimonde grew older. There was still peace among their people. At least it felt peaceful until Clarimonde’s mother told her it was time to chose a husband to bring offspring. A husband? For the first time she felt something other than warmth inside. It was something close to jump into cold water. On some level they knew why it was nessesary to find a husband. How else would the blood lines continue if there were no children brought to inhabit this world? Especially in this case were Clarimonde was the only child. Women were supposed to build families. It was her duty. So why did it feel so wrong?

She had never truly felt like a woman despite everybody saying that was what she was. Trough the years Clarimonde became strong when wrestling with boys and girls for fun. Thinking back to the wrestling there had been a point when one of the boys had been angered by being defeated by a girl. Why was it so bad to be beaten by a girl? Her mother had explained that a man’s duty was to protect women from dangers like wild animals but it wasn’t wrong for a woman to be strong as it would help her give birth to strong children. He had just been a bit silly and perhaps his pride had been crushed. Clarimonde couldn’t see anyone as their future husband. Even less a future of carrying children. They lay awake the whole night while thinking about every possibility. There was this strange urge to hurt someone. It was a seed that had been slowly brewing ever since the mentions of marriage was brought up. How unfair. Clarimonde sighed and decided to get some ear before the morning sun rose. They went out of the hut and met an animal. A donkey with a rather unusual color. While staring at the donkey she walked towards it slowly. “Where did you come from?” It was said in a whisper as her parents were still sleeping inside. One hand moved towards the donkey to carefully touch the head. Was this a sign from mother moon?

“Are you here to give me a purpose?” Clarimonde sat down on her knees to get eye contact. “I was told my duty was to get married and have children. But I don’t fancy anyone. I don’t know if I’m even a woman. I have always wanted to preach. I know every verse, hymn and story by heart but only men are allowed. I’m not allowed to hunt either.” There was a long pause while they looked at the sky which was slowly lit up by the sun. “I want to hurt someone.”

@fallesto

#fallesto #I wasn't prepared for donkey Regulus x')#I wasn't sure what you had in mind but I did an alternative version of Clarimonde's cult #a more wholesome but still sexist cult #Clarimonde

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vendoramachine · 3 months

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random headcanons

velvet & veneer

pretty self explanatory. i needed someplace to dump all these stupid little thoughts. also, as the younger sibling of an older sister, these are all just me self projecting our relationship <3

- vel is mildly dyslexic and it’s been a sensitive topic for her entire life (yet she still makes fun of veneer for not being able to do math)

- veneer had both of his ears pierced, but his left ear eventually closed up cus he doesn’t wear his earring on that side (ifykyk)

- velvet’s anger issues has made her throw things at veneer on multiple occasions

“do you remember that time i accidentally hit you and you threw that moisturizer container at my head?”

“…..”

- both had a very intense phase where they were obsessed with pokémon, specifically, team rocket

- jesse and james were both of their gay awakenings

- velvet always used to practice painting nails and doing makeup on veneer, that they never really grew out of it (she still does it for him <3)

- they never apologized to each other properly after getting upset with each other

“…you hungry?”

“…yeah. i’ll go with you to check the fridge.”

- strangely enough, vel asks to sleep in her brother’s bed if they don’t have anything going on the next day

- vel is one of them VIOLENT ASS SLEEPERS who kicks everything within radius, and her feet are always cold as fuck

“vel… vel, stop kicking me… v-velvet, YOUR FEET ARE COLD!”

- but ven is a blanket hog so they hate sleeping in the same bed but still do it cause it’s oddly comforting for them both

“veneer, it’s cold, bro… give me the- STOP TAKING THE BLANKET!”

- for some reason, they’re always coming at each other’s taste

- “i really don’t know what you see in ritz.”

“yeah? well, at least i didn’t fall for a random fan from the crowd.”

“BITCH-“

- their favorite places as kids were costco and ikea (don’t ask i just have a feeling)

- vel needed glasses as a kid, but she always hated how they looked on her, so she never wore them. ever. her eyesight is still lowkey shit.

- they both took violin and cello lessons as kids, but they thought it was mad boring and left (they don’t remember a single thing about it)

- velvet will fuck up a raw ass steak (so raw that you might as well give her an entire fucking cow), eating it with her bare hands like a wild animal

- as kids, they always talked about bailing each other out if one got arrested (but they both got arrested so that’s out the window 😻)

- “ugh, orange is so not my color.”

“girl, fuck you mean? you look better than all the bitches here.”

- ritz and orchid always go together to visit their criminal lovers in prison

- vel hates the feeling of gel, but does it for the aesthetic (veneer hates it too)

- veneer got his drivers license after vel, but she gets the WORSTTT road rage, so he doesn’t trust her and drives them everywhere

- vel has literally almost stabbed her brother with her sharp crown thingy

- veneer constantly asks his sis what he should wear because he’s too scared of being insulted

- both of their retinas have been burned by all the flashing cameras

- surprisingly, most of vel’s high school homecoming dates were men. nobody except veneer even knew she was a girl kisser until she turned sixteen

- they have matching robes. for sure.

- veneer is a shopping addict ( velvet carries his bags every time cus she thinks his complaining is annoying )

“ugh, my arms-“

“shut up. give me your bags.”

- vel had a giant ass rottweiler when they were in middle school that always scared the shit out of veneer, so that’s why he was so fucking scared of rhonda (velvet’s dog was really sweet tho 😢)

- ven coughs so hard from inhaling too much of vel’s perfume

- vel has a crippling fear of heights and veneer is the same with small spaces

- veneer is terrified of horror movies, and vel tells him to stop being a pussy (one jumpscare and you’ll see her clinging onto her brother)

- vel laughs her ass off every time her brother is mad because she can’t take his twink ass seriously

- these two turn into monsters when it comes to nintendo games (specifically mario kart)

- vel had the nintendo switch and ven had the nintendo lite

- they bought two so that they could have separate animal crossing islands, but ended up living on the same one anyways

- veneer loves the little clink that his shoes make

- never let either of them near cinnamon rolls. ever. (their asses will demolish entire buildings for that stuff)

i’ll probably add more to these later on, so watch out! i’m working on the requests, so watch out for those too!

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #funny shit #dumb headcanons #random ass post #lesbian #lgbtq #gay

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sanemisstalker · 9 months

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Could you maybe delve more into Sanemi’s kinks, if you’re feeling up to it 👀

Baby, i wont deny. He makes me fucking whacko. Fucking. whacko. I will never not feel up to doing him.

CW / The content warnings are the labels.

Pet Play (Dog, Recieving)- @/akaza-chaos and I have had day long conversations about this fucking topic-

On every forefront, truly every forefront, I think Sanemi enjoys pet play. Collared, caged, marking, barking, breeding. He likes head pats, being called a good boy, pampering/grooming, he likes to be called a mutt, wear a tail plug and the stupid fucking ears.

He. Is. A. Dog. Nothing will put this bitch in subspace faster than a well timed pat on the head and a loving 'Good Boy'

Leash him, walk him around nude. Tell him he has to pee outside because 'that's how all let's do'. He is your personal use mutt. He loves to rut against things, especially your leg, truly delusional about going into heat.

He cums like a dog, too. Only knotting you in theory but needing to stay inside, begging his seed to take. He's an animal, his one responsibility to reproduce.

I think it's a safe space for him. A loosened collar compared to the one of his everyday life. Not that He'd ever be able to articulate or even grasp such a thing.

Nipple Piercings-

This is self indulgent, but I think He'd be kind of fascinated by the willingness for pain. Constantly asking to see them. Maybe rub them (you can totally talk him into getting his pierced.)

He just thinks they're neat. Maybe a little stupid, but neat.

Overstimulation-

Sanemi loves how it feels to be fucked blind. The blood rushing from that heavy head to his eager cock. I think he cums hard and a lot, and I think his recovery is all the stronger-

Which is why he seeks out rapid and repetitive stimulation- He needs to get it all out. He's got so much to think about, you just have to fuck it out of him! Obviously.

He imagining tying a small vibe to his tip and riding him so he turns into your own personal dildo. He's going in and out of your needy hole, doing his best to stay up but he's cum for the umpteenth time now and he's actually blacking out- his balls feel like they burn-

Mmmmmmm

Forced Bisexuality- dub-con (obviously)

I had a very long, grouped set of paragraphs for this, but I felt like I could get my idea down shorter.

I think Sanemi doesn't have a wandering eye, I think he has a wondering one. A natural inclination for sexual curiosity. Sexual curiosity he would not be willing to partake in unless pushed by his lover's whims.

Would he want it? Undeniably. I think, through various Sanemi like stubborn, uncommunicated circumstances, you would easily grasp his subtle asks.

He might look off put, and might even be a little bitey about the whole subject, but it is undeniable that he loves the sensation of a cock battering his prostate while a pussy contracts around him.

He loves how it feels to be made limp in a girl, while a bigger, stronger man abuses his backside, egging him on to fuck her- fuck her while he uses him, go on and try. And he does, because he's Sanemi, and he'll never not try, but the bastard is just fucking using him, and it's so hard to move his hips to please the girl beneath him-

He'd do his best to not collapse on her- Whispering praises in her ear because the only thing moving his hips is the beating from the other man's. That stimulation from both ends must be something else.

Degradation-

I think Sanemi will take any insult you throw at him in bed. Be it in a teasing, domineering way, or a brattish 'you're really going to let me talk to you like that?' I think Sanemi is perfectly capable of taking care of himself in both situations, and coming out with his own little sense of victory.

He's not prone to praising, this one just feels better. Makes him think less.

Favourite names include: Dog, Mutt, Anything that implies he's inhuman in an animal kind of way, slut, Cum dump.

Likes to be told he is practically an animal- He fucks like breeding stock, like a rabbit- fast and hard, and if you point it out it'll make him go faster and harder. He loves the idea that he's so clouded by you, that you're appeal is just enough to make him snap and go feral.

Tell him he's acting like a bitch in heat, it might just break him.

Free use (Recieving)-

I have an ask about this brewing in my inbox, and baby when I get to it it you all are going to be ill.

It's only a fantasy, he reasons. Never something He'd actually be able to or even prone to do-

He can take load after load, though, and be good to go til the end of the night. Everyone that comes in to use him is complimenting his body, so interested in his abs that he works so hard on, only to use him like he's a dildo/fleshlight and then leave him heaving on the ground, his own cum splattered up to his tits.

He's tied up and muzzled so he won't bite- only allowed to remove the jaw cage to give head with fervent, almost dehydrated need.

A couple of stray 'what a well trained man's would get him through the night with a smile on his cum covered face.

Femdom-

I think Sanemi has a very special subspace he's able to be in. For such a gruff and imposing man, he is certainly subservient sexually. Willing to do just about anything and just about everything for his sexual dominant. Especially if it's a woman.

Sanemi is in need of a gentle dominant primarily. Rough and hard comes when he just won't break on an idea and has to be reminded that it's not his place to think about such awful self reflections. He is master's dog, after all.

That dog thing doesn't just extend to pet Play. I think Sanemi is genuinely dog like in his approach to people. Like a really fucked up, rabies infected dog- You have to approach him tentatively, and then commit to active training.

Sanemi loves being trained- loves being put through the physical ringer to impress- loves being denied, being told what to say, why he should say it- Loves being guided, being cared for and pampered- even if he'd sooner take a sword to the gut than admit this publicly.

He is a wonderful submissive, a five-star one in fact. You just have to break that little self-hate habit (and maybe house train him) and he'll be just fine.

Public-

He really gets a thrill out of doing it in front of others. He moreso likes to dominate in these moments, be a good, praised fuck delivering pleasure to some other exhibitionist while people jeered and clapped.

Maybe it's the crowd, and his ego, but Sanemi's dick is big, and he's a stellar lay. He'll never not want to hear these things, and making someone scream that out infront of others? Reminding everyone in the room of who the biggest and the baddest, the best and finest is?

He's so thankful he can control his orgasms, because if he couldn't, he'd be incapable of keeping up.

Anal (Giving/Recieving)-

I think Sanemi has a bigger prostate than most other AMAB's, and it leads him to enjoy anal more.

As for why he likes dominating with anal, it's because he likes toying with your dick/cunt to see how it makes your ass clench around him. Cowgirl Anal? He insists you hold a vibe so he can feel you quiver around him- Missionary Anal? Some of his fingers are buried in your hole/ circling your tip.

He loves, loves fucking cum into your ass. It makes him feel raunchy- and dirty. Likes he's properly claimed you in every hole. When it drips out, he pushes it back in, fingering your already abused gape.

Loves to see you gape, too. Honestly think he prefers giving anal to receiving it just so he can see that slutty gape when he pulls out. He can go so so fucking deep

Pegging-

Same reason he likes anal and femdom- He likes being put in his place lol.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #hashira x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you

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nighttimeebony · 1 year

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My reactions, thoughts, and predictions that I had while reading Percy Jackson: The Titan's Curse. At least the ones I bothered to write down. Spoilers below the cut. Also, fair warning, this one is way longer than either of my previous reaction posts. I had a lot of thoughts.

EDIT: part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

I feel I should mention that the Percy Jackson books have objectively the best chapter titles

The mental image of Sally driving Percy and his friends to get their ass beat like it's just an after-school sports club is hilarious to me

Ooh, Thalia has hypnosis wind

So Thalia didn't age while she was in that tree? Because I remember she was much older than Annabeth at the time of her death, but now she, Annabeth and Percy are all the same age. Huh. Okay then.

NICO DI ANGELO!!! I've heard about you! You're gay! And he has a sister! Oh I am delighted and ready to love them!

Thalia insulting Grover's music taste.

ANNABETH IS TALLER THAN PERCY

Aww, Nico defending his sister.

OH SHIT, IS THORN A MANTICORE??!???!!

"They're not dolls! They're figurines!" Sure, sweetie.

CALLED IT

Bianca is great.

Oh my God, Nico, you beautiful nerd! XD

HUNTING HORN?!!?!!! SILVERY ARROWS?!!?!??? IS IT ARTEMIS?!!!! PLEASE TELL ME ITS ARTEMIS!!!!!

HOLY FUCK, ARTEMIS'S HUNTERS!!!!!!!

Zoë Nightshade is easily the most badass name I've ever heard in my life.

ARTEMIS!!!!!!!

Please tell me Annabeth is okay. I will not be okay until I know that she is

Oh my God, Nico! XD Also, chill, Percy, he's just a baby.

"Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down." Excuse me, what?!

Percy, leave Bianca be! Besides, you don't even know her! She can be a badass warrior hunter lady if she wants. What even are your hang-ups about Artemis's hunters? They saved your life.

Oh, wait, that's right. Camp Half-Blood needs more people to keep it protected. That's right.

Good for you, Bianca, but I can't say that I would ever leave my little brother to become an immortal virgin. No offense to them, but girl, your brother needs you. You may have a new family, but you're all he's got.

Oh, I love Artemis calling Apollo her annoying brother. Do we get to see them interact? I pray that we do.

Grover simping for Artemis is so valid.

Thalia thinking Apollo’s hot is so valid.

Apollo being an obnoxious kind-of hippy going through an anime phase is the greatest idea anyone has ever had. He's so stupid, I love him.

Apollo's comment about pretty girls turning into plants reminded me of the myth about the time where one of his boyfriends turned into a flower after he died. Hyacinthus. Because we cannot forget that Apollo is canonically bisexual. If Rick Riordan doesn't (at some point) acknowledge how gay ancient Greek mythology is, I'm going to riot.

Dating must be really weird at Camp Half-Blood. And between demi-gods in general, right? Because, technically speaking, they're all kind of related to each other. I guess it just works differently since the gods aren't human, so there's not the same case to be made about genetics and the potential for incest. Or maybe that only applies to kids who have the same god parent. Like how Percy sees Tyson as his brother. I’m wondering if the kids from other cabins feel the same way. Like, do kids from different cabins consider themselves siblings? Does Annabeth see the other kids from Athena’s cabin as her siblings? What does the dating scene even look like at Camp Half-Blood? Is it considered scandalous to date other members of your own cabin? Or do some people think it’s taboo or whatever to date other demigods in general? I don’t need sleep, I need answers!

Ohhh. Okay. So apparently Thalia has aged while she was in the tree, just very slowly. So if Percy is 14 and Thalia can pass as an 8th grader like him, and she should be somewhere between 12 and 19, if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say she's about 15 or 16.

Oh, hey, I was right. Thanks, Apollo.

Aww, poor Thalia. Lol. I was the exact same way when I drove for the first time. Literally had a panic attack on the spot, and I wasn't even controlling the Earth's temperature.

Yay, Tyson! I was worried we wouldn’t see him again until, like, the last book or something.

Aww, it’s so sweet that Tyson wants to see Annabeth. And it’s adorable how cool he thinks she is.

Wow, Luke really is an unbelievable bastard. Annabeth is smart, she was smart to question him, but when the rocks started to fall, her instincts drove her to protect Luke, because even though he’s an unbelievable bastard, Annabeth still can’t help but harbor positive feelings for her. For the longest time, he was family to her and she loved him, so of course those feelings are still there, even if she knows it’s illogical.

Wait. Annabeth is holding up the ceiling of a cave, which Percy acknowledges that she shouldn’t be able to do. So… is the cave ceiling actually the sky? Like how, in Greek mythology, the sky is held up by the titan Atlas? In the mythology, Heracles trades places with Atlas holding up the sky while Atlas helps Heracles complete one of his twelve labors, and when Atlas is about to leave, Heracles tricks Atlas into taking back the sky before bolting. Like how Luke tricked Annabeth into holding up the cave ceiling before leaving her alone to hold it by herself.

Okay, Grover, chill out with the stalking, bud.

I guess Grover and Annabeth take turns getting damsel-ed. Last book was Grover’s turn and this book is Annabeth’s turn.

Don’t worry, Percy, I forgot about that scarf too.

Okay, not liking how the Hunters are portrayed. Because when Artemis says to give up love, she only means romantic love, which is clearly not the only kind of love. Greek mythology practically invented the concept of differentiating and identifying different kinds of love. The Hunters should know that, but the way they act towards the other campers is really… I dunno, gross? They act like their way of life is the only way that matters, which is super fucked up coming from the people that follow Artemis.

“I wondered if there was any way I’d looked that ridiculous when I’d first arrived.” Percy, that was literally only two years ago, get off your high fucking horse. XD

Thalia static-shocking people when she’s annoyed is golden and I love her.

Oh, fuck.

OH, FUCK!

Oh, we love the prophecies… Yayyyy.

Okay, guessing time. Artemis is chained to a rock, which immediately made me think of Prometheus, the titan that gifted fire to humanity and was punished by Zeus to be chained to a rock and have an eagle eat his liver every day for eternity. But then the Oracle mentioned that one must withstand “The Titan’s Curse,” which could be another reference to Prometheus, but I don’t think so. Because in the myth, Heracles killed the eagle and freed Prometheus from his punishment, so I’m pretty sure it’s not that, but you never know. Then I remembered Annabeth and my prediction that she’s currently holding up the sky like the titan Atlas, and the Oracle said that “one must withstand.” Admittedly, my knowledge of Atlas and his mythos is shaky at best, and I don't remember him ever having a "curse", but I guess holding up the entire sky is about as "cursed" as it's possible to be. And the Oracle saying that “one must withstand” makes me think that something happened to Atlas, so now someone needs to hold the sky in his place or else the sky will collapse to the earth and the world will end, or something like that. So that’s my prediction, that someone will need to hold up the sky in Atlas’s place for the rest of, well, forever. I don’t have a guess as to who it could be, though.

Also, someone is apparently going to die. And be killed by their god parent. Awesome… Super looking forward to that inevitable heartbreak… I hope it’s not either of the di Angelo kids, but they’re both new characters, and I know Nico becomes more important later (purely by accident and through pop culture osmosis), and since I had no idea that Biance even existed until I started reading this book, I am terrified that that means Bianca is going to die. I pray that I am wrong.

Wow, Thalia is petty and I’m kind of living for it.

I love that the Stoll brothers are basically Greek Fred and George Weasley.

Wow, Zoë’s kind of a bitch. She won’t travel with Percy because he’s a boy, and apparently Grover doesn’t count as a boy because he’s a satyr. Super fucked up.

You know, Artemis did have male Hunters. It didn’t happen often in the mythology, but there was a pretty famous male Hunter of Artemis named Hippolytus. The thing about Artemis’s Hunters isn’t that men weren’t allowed to be Hunters, it’s just that men typically didn’t choose to be Hunters, because one of the reasons why Artemis’s Hunters joined her in the first place is because Artemis protected the women in her care from the sexist constraints placed on them by Greek society at the time. The reason why men didn’t typically become Hunters is because they didn’t need the same kind of protection and escape from Greek society that women did. And Artemis didn’t hate men on principal, she hated the fact that men were the ones who used their positions of power to discriminate against and abuse the women in their society.

Aww. Grover’s such a sweetheart.

I love Sally.

Percy has so many damn Dreams™ and nightmares I have to wonder if this kid ever sleeps.

Apparently Percy knows the names of the pegasi, which is adorable to me. And this one is apparently Blackjack, which is a great name for a horse.

Aww, I want a baby serpent cow.

Aww, Nico. He's precious and I love him. Protect this child at all costs

Oh, I know about Ariadne. Theseus ditched her on an island after she helped him navigate the labyrinth and kill the minotaur. That's how she met Dionysus. I'm pretty sure they got married not too long after.

Aww, Dionysus and Ariadne are still married. That'd be kind of sweet if Dionysus wasn't such an asshole.

Yup, I know about Medea too.

Did they really just give Dionysus the Snape treatment? He hates all heroes on principle because one of them was cruel to his wife? He thinks he’s justified in harassing children because they’re training to be heroes, and he thinks that all heroes suck? Wow, dude. Get a life.

Oh, cool, Bianca’s forgetting things now. Nothing sketchy or sinister about that, I’m sure.

Is the General the titan Atlas? If my earlier theory was right, then he's gotta be.

Excuse me, teeth?! Plant them?!

Oh, wait! I think I know what that’s talking about. In Jason’s myth, he had to yoke a field with the teeth of (if memory serves) fire-breathing oxen. I don’t remember what planting the teeth did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t anything good.

HAH! Saber-toothed tiger kitties popped out

The General talks about mortals the same way I talk about fanfiction and anime

OH FUCK THE NEMEAN LION

“Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.” Truth.

Wait… what’s going on with Bianca? There’s something fucky going on with her memory.

“‘Bianca,’ Zoë said. ‘How long ago…’ Her voice faltered.” FOR FUCK’S SAKE, RICK!

Ain’t no way this friendly homeless guy isn’t some kind of hell monster.

Oh. I stand corrected. Not a hell monster. Probably a god. The gods love disguising themselves as old people to test mortals

The Mountain of Despair. Sounds fun. I wonder if this is the mountain Prometheus was chained to, since it’s powered by titan magic and all that.

Ladon… I know that name. I recognize that, but I can’t for the life of me remember his myth or anything about him.

*in reference to one of Percy's dreams* Oh, wait. Is this Jason and Medea?

Oh, nope. It was Zoë. I figured she had some kind of bad break with a boyfriend or something, but I dismissed it at first because I figured she was too young. But I guess if she was around during ancient Greek times, that sort of thing doesn’t matter.

Oh, hey! I once visited Cloudcroft, New Mexico! It was a nice little place.

“I was never very comfortable talking one-on-one with girls anyway…” Okay, Percy, you and I both know that is a lie. Annabeth is, like, your best friend.

"'Bianca,' I said. 'That hotel you stayed at. Was it possibly called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?'" Oh no.

Seventy years?!

Oh, fuck.

99% sure Aphrodite is the one in the car.

WAIT, HOLD UP! IF BIANCA AND NICO WERE BORN MORE THAN 70 YEARS AGO, THAT MEANS THEY WERE BORN BEFORE THE BIG 3'S OATH, RIGHT?! SO DOES THAT MEAN MY THEORY ABOUT HADES BEING THEIR GOD PARENT IS RIGHT?!?!??!! OHHHHHHH, SHIIIIIITTTTT

"When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Aphrodite is the patron goddess of shippers.

What the hell, Aphrodite, chill, lady.

"You act like it was real." Percy, this is Greek mythology. Every single star/constellation was either a person or an animal before this whole mess.

"It... it was for Nico. It was the only statue he didn't have." OH MY GOD!! ToT

"If anything happens, give that to Nico. Tell him... tell him I'm sorry." WHY??!!?!?? LITERALLY DON'T!!!!!

"Here we were in the desert. And Bianca di Angelo was gone." WHAT THE FUCK?!!??!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME!???!!??

No, but please tell me she's not dead. The prophecy just said "lost", not dead. And there's no body, so she could still be alive. Rick hasn't killed anybody yet, Bianca cannot be the first. I refuse.

The Hesperides! That's why Ladon sounded so familiar! He was the dragon!

"'But--' Gurgle, gurgle, the naiad spoke in my mind." RICK!!!!!! FINISH YOUR GODDAMN SCENES FOR ONCE!!!!! THIS IS THE KIND OF STRESS AND ANTICIPATION THAT MAKES PEOPLE LOSE HAIR!!!!

I like that Grover, Percy and Thalia actually listened to Annabeth ramble about her special interest enough that they can just recall random facts like that. It's an adorable little friendship detail, but also fucking sad. I miss Annabeth.

Hah. "Dam". Let these kids swear. They deserve it.

"'Nah,' I said. 'Not that high.'" Aww, Percy's a good friend.

Hah. Statue fucking.

Oh no! Is Bessie the monster! No! But she's so cute!

PLEASE DON'T KILL THE BABY COW SNAKE

"'This is Atlas's mountain,' Zoë said." LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

"'Yes,' Zoë said bleakly. 'Atlas is my father.'" THE GAME JUST FUCKING CHANGED

*after finishing chapter 18* ......... Fuck, man.

Wait, why isn't Hades a part of the Twelve Olympians? And why haven't we heard any mention of Demeter's demigod children? I can't remember the last time the Demeter Cabin was even mentioned, if it ever was.

Well, I guess Thalia joining the Hunters is a pretty roundabout way to have the prophecy be about Percy.

"But I will be watching, Percy Jackson. I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter." Well, then you're gonna hate what happens later.

Aww. Percy and Annabeth have matching battle scars. Sort of. Still sweet.

Oh, no, Nico.... Baby.....

"It was a statue of Hades, Lord of the Dead." OH FUCKING SHIT

"A son of Hades." OH FUCKING SHIT

HOLY SHIT, PAN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

#pjo #pjo the titan's curse #the titan's curse #percy jackson spoilers #pjo spoilers #percy jackson and the titan's curse #percy jackson #nico di angelo #pjo thalia #bianca di angelo #zoe nightshade #grover underwood #annabeth chase #percy jackson the titan's curse

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riddlesrose · 2 years

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that’s all, for real

w/ scaramouche

cw; none just very very very ooc scar bcs i just want to see him cared for but by a roommate instead of s/o 👁️

the cold winter weather covered the outside like a shaken snow globe. whisping winds and unique snowflakes flew from every which direction as they pleased.

the current show you were watching was some reality tv drama series about a girl who’s really annoying and all the male leads like her and whatnot, stupid old movies that look the same.

you picked up your phone, the time read ‘12:28 pm’, that’s weird, your roommate should’ve been back by now, but considering the weather… probably reasonable he’s late.

mindlessly scrolling through your phone, another half an hour passes and scaramouche still isn’t back. you’re staying up to make sure he gets home and to see if he was actually going to eat something. (he usually waits until the morning to eat but then complains that he’s hungry and you’re taking too long making eggs.)

you decided on calling him instead of waiting with no answer, one ring, two rings, three rings, four- you’re thinking of hanging up, maybe he chose to stay at a friends place and just didn’t bother telling you, “what.”

“would ya look at that, where the hell are ya?”

“outside the fucking door. open it.”

“no.” with that, you hung up and grabbed the first modest sweater you found.

the short walk to the front door to your shared apartment was long enough to scaramouche that he started knocking annoyingly, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours annoying dog that barks every day.

when you opened the door, you didn’t move so that scaramouche could get inside, no, you stood in the door way fully aware he was trying to enter the apartment, “so, why was the princess late to the castle this time?”

he looked you straight in the eyes, “don’t call me that god damn you, let me in before my fingers fall off.”

“fine, fine, fine.”

“you’re stupid.”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re dumb.”

“you’re.. yeah no i’m out, too late for insults, when are you going to sleep? never?”

“whenever i do, now go so i can change.”

you followed suit and left to your room. the tv was still on but you decided to switch channels to come adult animated show, whatever was on at 1am.

settling back into your covers, long turned cold, your door slowly reopens, “stay back ghosts, i swear i’m armed.” your tired voice made the scare tactic unable to be scary as the door fully opened and revealed scaramouche, cleanly changed and what looks like should be off to bed after his long ass day.

“off to bed? came to say goodnight? what a good roo-”

you couldn’t finish your sentence as scaramouch silently closed the door again and made his way over to you, and sat on the floor, leaning against your bed.

“hey?”

“it.. it’s cold.”

“it’s mid december, i get it, it’s cold as balls in here.”

the gentle tone gave scaramouche the ‘ok’ to shift from the floor onto your bed, seemingly awkwardly.

you placed a hand on his back, “no need to feel embarrassed, i understand.”

he dramatically falls on his back after you removed your hand and replaced it under the covers. there was momentary shifting before it stopped and you felt his knees brush yours, he was facing you.

with the tv long forgotten and just used as a dim light source, you could see the outline of scaramouche’s face. you took your finger and traced a star on his cheek,

“stop that.”

you traced another star on his forehead,

“hey-”

and another on his other cheek,

“seriously..”

“yes seriously, you’re handsome, accept that.” he didn’t reply, only moved himself a bit closer to you, only because you were warm, that’s all, not because he secretly enjoyed the company and care, nope, not at all.

scaramouche’s bangs hung down across his forehead while you observed his tv lit features.

his hair was soft as you brushed his bangs back with your fingers and pressed the smallest, lightest kiss on his forehead. scaramouche was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that. last person who ever did that was his mother. he hasn’t seen her in years.

aas he was still processing things you pulled him closer so that he’s be laying against you if he were to lay his head down flat, which he did after you shifted him over.

you wrapped an arm around his torso, and ran the other ran through his hair, slightly massaging his head in the process. thanks to you, sleep came easy to scaramouche that night unlike most of the previous nights. but only because you were warm, that’s all.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin comfort #ooc scaramouche

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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"Lindy" is a character

Arguments were nothing new. Especially among friends and siblings. It would honestly be stranger if they didn't argue. You can't always understand what someone else feels.

Coming home to find two of your precious thirteen children in an argument was not a worst-case scenario in your mind. Honestly, they could all be fighting like animals, and you'd still be okay with it. Everyone has different options that they feel the need to express. Unless they injured each other, there was no issue.

So, finding Lied and Kerori wrestling on the ground where Kerori was trying to force Lied to be "Lindy" was... rather tame in arguments. But still, you had to be the parent here cause for some reason. Hell didn't believe in communication with your children so they could grow up to be functional adults.

No, it's fight with your fists or magic or ignore each other till one cracks. "Kerori, Lied." You didn't have to yell like you had to with Clara's and Alice's fights, thank goodness. Both stopped to look at you.

"Why are you fighting?" At least knowing the reason would help you better understand what was going through their heads. "I need Lindy for an event this weekend!" Kerori blurted out. "I see. And did you ask Lied if he had any plans this weekend?" You waited patiently.

"They're releasing a new game in stores that weekend. I have to be first in line so I can make sure I get a copy!" Lied said quickly. "So Lied mentioned that he had plans." You state firmly eyeing Kerori, "So why is it you two are fighting."

Both ducked their heads and did not meet eye contact. "Lied?" You prompted. "Well, she said that it was stupid and that her event was more important. But I've been saving up for months for that game, and it's not stupid! Going to her stuff and dressing up and pretending to be a girl is definitely more stupid!" Lied cried out.

Kerori gasped and looked ready to lunge at him, but you quickly stood between them. "It is not stupid! Do you know how hard it is to get to where I am in the akudol ranks today! I worked really hard for this, and I need help from both you and iruma to advance my career!" She snapped back.

"Okay, so you've both insulted something the other treasures." You said flatly, making them wince. "Sit down both of you." They quickly knelt to the floor, and you looked at both before starting.

"Kerori, Lied is passionate about his games, and he works very hard to get those top scores. He saves up bit by bit and plans ahead to make sure that he has enough saved up to get all the new games he finds interesting. He waits hours just to get the first editions, and I know for a fact he takes care of all his games and consoles to make sure their in the best condition. Saying they are stupid is like saying all the time and effort that Lied spends on them is worthless."

You watched as the gears seemed to turn in the girls head as if finally understanding that she said something hurtful. You turned to Lied and took a deep breath. Kneeling down to be at eye level.

"And Lied, telling Kerori that her audol events are stupid is like throwing water on her." He looked confused, and you tried to explain.

"Kerori not only chose her career at a young age, but she stuck by that decision. She practiced and practiced continuously until she got each step and each note right. She put a lot of hard work into making her akudol, you know... like a character sheet!"

Lied's eyes widened in shock. "Oh," was all he said. You nodded, glad that you had both of their attention. "Now Kerori, you know Lied doesn't like dressing up in short skirts don't force them into something they hate otherwise they will hate everything about it. And Lied, I know you hate the outfit, but do you hate being Lindy?"

Both you Kerori wait for his response. "I, I don't hate it. It's fun to play the guitar! Lindy is a fun character. I can understand things I didn't before when I was her, but..." You calmly rested a hand on his shoulder. "Yes?" "I don't want guys looking up Lindy's skirt!" He screamed passionately.

"How dare they take advantage of her like that! It's wrong, it's uncomfortable, and I don't ever want to make anyone feel like the way I felt as Lindy." Tears streaming down his face. He tried scrubbing them off his face. Kerori looked down, upset that she had caused that discomfort for Lied in the first place.

"Would you still want to be Lindy if we got her some pants or shorts?" You asked carefully aware that you were treading deep waters. "I-i don't know.... maybe?" You nodded. "And that's ok. Lindy is just a character, and clothes are just that, clothes. As long as you feel comfortable in the end, that's what matters. "

Lied sniffles a bit and looks at you with watery eyes. "So I don't have to be Lindy if I don't want to?" You nodded, given a quick look at Kerori as you did. "I'm sorry, Lied. I've gotten so used to the attention I forgot what it felt like the first few times I went in stage. I shouldn't force you."

Lied reached out and squeezed her hand. "No way!Lindy is a power house! You saw how she took down all those opponents in tail wrestling, right?! And those jerks that kept learing are the ones at fault!" You could see the anger rise in him, so you just sat still and watched.

"In fact I'll show them! Lindy doesn't have to be in a skirt and heels to look cute! She looks awesome in oversized hoodies and boots!" He said proudly. Fist in the air and determined eyes.

Kerori gasped. "Does that mean?" "Yes we're going to that event, and Lindy is coming out with a whole new look!" He screamed. Kerori threw her arms around Lied, and you caught them before they could fall. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Was all you could hear from her.

"And what about your game?" You asked, reminding Lied that he also had things planned. The blonde blinked. "Oh. Right, umm..." You smiled and pecked his check. "Okay, I'll go pick it up for you instead. Just write down the name and address."

"Really?" Sparkling eyes shining up at you. "Just this once." You teased as both children now clung to you. Well, you were glad that everything was settled. But you may need to talk to Opera about getting another, lockable, wardrobe in Lieds room just for Lindy's clothes.

#shax lied #mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #crocell kerori

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One thing that the Iroh is sexist crowd always brings up is his treatment of June. Honestly I feel like that's so stupid because it's obvious that was a writing flaw not an Iroh flaw. It was supposed to be funny, which I guess was the humor at that time (see "little girl" being used as an insult. Even Toph does it). We've come far enough to understand how problematic it is, but that segment was written to be comedic and was never a pattern of behavior for Iroh. It baffles me that people would assign the flaw of raging sexist to Iroh without understanding the context of the scene. It's never addressed in the show, and for a series that holds accountability in such high regard, if it were meant to be a flaw, I think it would be addressed. It's one of those early series inconsistencies imo. Iroh is a flawed person, but sexist in the present time? I don't think so.

I agree that it's a writing flaw, not a character flaw, and that we are not supposed to see Iroh as sexist.

It's similar to what I've said about Aang kissing Katara without her consent or Mai telling Zuko to never break up with her. We obviously are not meant to interpret these moments as problematic as they are, so it's less that Aang or Mai are "abusive" and more a flaw with the writing.

However, if people are turned off by Iroh because of it, that's valid, too. What's not valid is the way I've seen it used to try to insist Iroh is sexist in other ways, because he clearly is not. Namely, I'm thinking of the Azula doll discourse. People have tried to claim that Iroh got Azula a doll and Zuko a knife because he thinks boys should be tough and girls soft. The problem with that is that his whole relationship with Zuko is about encouraging Zuko to be kind and compassionate.

And you're right that his treatment of June does not fit with the rest of his character. There are a few other jokes in the series about how Iroh likes the ladies, but they are few and far between and none are as crass as the one with June. It's meant to be a joke, and it's a familiar anime trope, that of the lecherous monk. Obviously atla does the PG version, and Iroh is not a monk, but his characterization is similar to that of a Buddhist monk. He also has other traits of the lecherous monk archetype, such as a tendency towards hedonism. It's an old trope, but for examples contemporary to ATLA, see Miroku from Inuyasha or Shigure from Fruits Basket (who is not a monk, but like Iroh is a wise but silly and hedonistic mentor figure).

Iroh's character is quite the opposite of sexist in most ways, though. His narrative with Zuko is all about rejecting toxic masculinity, and realizing how he has to save Zuko because of what he did to his own son. He also does not seem to care a wink for Toph's lack of girliness or Aang's lack of manliness which other characters comment on (and even approves of Aang for choosing kindness over power). He's established as a character defined by compassion and a desire to help others. He also disdains toxically masculine characters like Ozai or Zhao, and tells Zuko derisively that firebending does not come from muscles. That line says a whole lot on Iroh's view on male shows of bravado.

In fact, I've said before that had ATLA been written today, Iroh might have not found a doll an inappropriate gift for either a girl or a boy.

#iroh

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every day i wonder what happened during the design process of equestria girls for them to all come out the way they did. i can see where the skirts thing came from cause they wanted them to be undeniably girly i guess or whatever but. every other weird decision is just confusing

like fluttershys whole outfit, the shortish skirt but especially the tank top. maybe its meant to indicate that shes outdoors a lot with animals, but it completely betrays her shyness and tendency to try and hide herself

they kinda messed up big mac and shining armor? mostly shining armor. his jaw could slice metal. why he look like that

also i only realized while looking at the characters that. okay i was just going to say 'lol cheerilees hair is stupid its like 1 foot taller than her head, why didnt they just give her normal bangs wtf' and i still mean that but then i realized... they swapped her mane and fur colors for her human counterpart ??? so now her usually darker coat and light hair became dark hair and light skin ??

which leads me to the point about the skin colors being weird. like. i dont like how they lightened them up, i dont like how aj and big mac have human skin colors (i have to assume maybe they thought for them that the colors looked bad, or possibly even close to caricature territory, especially with big mac), and the way they outright lightened up the colors of at least 2 normally darker ponies? like i said, cheerilee, but also

luna. even back when i first saw the movie and adored it, i DID NOT like the princesses designs. how did they fuck up some of the best characters in the show, especially the ones that are the prettiest (imo).

i would say that of the 3, cadence is the most okay design (i know we dont see her in the first movie just roll with me here). its clearly her, she looks like her and has her vibe (visually), all around not bad. not necessarily my favorite, theres still something slightly off? but it doesnt rub me the wrong way

celestia... i dont like her vibe. who is she. shes light pink and she has hair spikeys that are meant to look like a crown but just made it look like she didnt brush her hair properly. she has celestias hair but her face does not read like celestia to me. she looks like an imposter. where is my mother

and finally. the pinnacle of the issues with the designs. luna.

WHO IS SHE. THAT OUTFIT? NOT LUNA. THAT HAIR? YOU WOULDVE BEEN BETTER OFF JUST DOING A GRADIENT. OR PUTTING IN LITTLE STAR HAIR CLIPS. THAT FACE? THATS SOMEONES WINE MOM WHO SINGS EXTRA LOUD AT CHURCH. same critique about the hair spikeys as before. AND THE SKIN??? HELLO??? THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT GOT TURNED INTO PRINCESS OF MIDDAY. WHY.

the design of the show vs the movies is, i guess now literally, night and day. pony luna is so inspired and pretty and meant to invoke such regality, its very clear what her theme is, and she very much sticks out amongst the others, both in shape and details!

but the human version feels generic, she could easily be a background character (and she basically was), she feels unfinished, the colors on their own arent the worst but moreso feel insulting when compared to the original (i like the addition of pink/pinkish purple to the palette, but not so much to luna as a character. it just isnt her imo), she doesnt even look like an authority figure aside from obviously looking older than the other characters, let alone being someone meant to be somewhat equivalent to royalty. also again she was a minor character here but its like... her pony version has such a stone strong personality, both when shes freshly back from the moon and later on when shes more grounded and princess-like. human luna is just... generic teacher person. did human luna even ever experience significant isolation and feeling completely unseen by everyone she cared about? doubt it.

and yeah, they significantly lightened her skin ?? why ?? theres literally no reason to do that? she wouldnt look like a caricature unless you somehow chose the wrong colors (how possibly would you), and its not exactly impossible to draw characters with darker skin, again her pony form literally has a dark coat !! but also plenty of people have redesigned her human form to have the right skin color and they look great!! and in general obviously theres plenty of characters with dark skin, like... what was the reason they did that. it just feels gross.

dont cross me when it comes to luna dude i love her so much

anyway yeah its been over 10 years since EG first aired and i loved it back then and i still love it but i think a lot more about character designs now. mlp g4 is known for having these really pleasant and well put together designs with lovely colors (for the most part), its so weird how that gets easily messed up, like in g5, but also still in g4 itself(in the spinoffs and the main show lol)? wish i had the motivation to redesign them all lol, i probably will someday. please go look at redesigns theyre very lovely

#mlp #my post #long post #my little pony #equestria girls #in which i talk a lot. this was obviously an excuse to rant about the luna choices #luna was one of the first characters i ever related to dude dont fuck with me when it comes to her !!!!#i actually like the decision to keep the characters mostly whimsical colored as humans since its the colorful pony franchise #and it also means they ideally wouldnt be excluding or alienating anyone by having to choose canon human skin colors #but that second one really falls flat with the lightening and also aj is literally. human skin colored instead of orange #man can you imagine being paid to design human luna and you make her look like that. and somehow shes approved #it costs 0.00$ to not do that. or maybe it cost them money idk but like. i have to wonder if #if they ever made her look like herself in concept or she always looked like that #cause if she ever looked like herself in concept. why change her.#i could probably answer some of my own questions through google but. its late and im tired #its Free to make a dark skinned character and make them look good. it costs nothing. and its easy.

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Defending Mineta Minoru - Comic Relief Role

Welcome! This is your beautiful grape juice enjoyer writing to you! Today I will be talking about something light, which is: Mineta comic relief role! Grab a snack cause this is a big one of a post.

This blog has no intention to attack anyone or/and the fandom. It's simply to bring awareness to the community to something that isn't noticed by many. It's just an opinion. Also keep in mind that I stopped watching the anime around the time [spoilers ahead, maybe] Deku found his extra abilities with One For All, so pretty much everything is based on things I remember.

Many fans that hate Mineta feel outraged with him having the comic relied role in the show. One thing is not finding the character funny, that's totally fine, but wanting or not Mineta is the comic relief character and here are some reasons.

Reason number 1: He's a punchline, literally. The creator makes him do and say stupid things just so the characters can punch him. I laugh horribly every time I see that scene when Tsuyu slaps Mineta with her tongue!

Reason number 2: His outfit. My man isn't dumb! He knows he can't catch girls with the way he looks, so he plays the funny card. HIS HERO COSTUME IS A GRAPE BOWL! IT'S FUNNY! (Doesn't matter if we laugh at it or not. It's ridiculous, cute and funny)

Reason number 3: Culture. I saw a video once from a youtuber saying that each culture has it's own values on what they find funny and each one has also their problematic puns that are socially known as wrong but accepted as a joke. It's not a surprise that Japan pictures pervert characters as comic reliefs in anime. In my culture we also see pervert people/sexual jokes as good comedy, but that's it. We know it's wrong and I swear to you that I slapped the shit out of everyone who was a pervert towards me and even with that I still like Mineta. Some cultures find funny puns about masculine sexual abuse like "Don't drop soap in prison", some find funny homophobic puns, no culture is perfect and innocent and there's nothing wrong with it. What's wrong is when people don't know to separate the pun between reality.

Reason number 4: Balls. Yeah, we all like to say jokes about balls and Mineta has infinite huge balls to entertain us for a loooooooooooooong time! (If you look well at it, the o's look like balls) Cannot go wrong with the balls puns, every one laughs at it. As the good AC/DC once said "I got big balls, he's got big balls, she's got big balls, but we got the biggest balls of them all!"

Reason number 5: Character design. Mineta is short, no doubts in that and his height is many times used as a pun. "They're making fun of people with dwarfism!" (I had to use google translator for this one, correct me if I said it in the wrong way) No, they're using his characteristics for comedy! Have you ever seen those videos made by dwarfs creators where they compare a normal sized spoon in the hands of their tall friends, but gigantic next to them? It's not making fun of them in an insultive way! The mha team doesn't turn it a bad thing on the character and many times is an advantage for him while still being funny!

That's all for today. Two long posts in one day? Damn, I was inspired this night! I would like to come back at some points here in the future and maybe I might do a second part of this theme.

Thank you for reading my words. I may be a fan of Mineta, but I don't defend his pervert actions and I'm the first to admit he's nasty during the show. Let's see...what could I talk about for the next topic? Let's try and see Pervert Characters and understand why many pervert characters aren't judged by their actions and deemed problematic by the fandom, but why Mineta is the exception at the fandom eyes.

#mha #bnha #mha minoru #defending mineta minoru #my hero academia #mar opinion

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unholyhelbig · 2 years

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Ronancetober Day #6: Superheroes

[A/N: Okay, this started out as one thing and then turned into something else, and I don't have an explanation for it.]

Summary: Robin encounters the supervillain named Pyre firsthand and questions her future as a sidekick.

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The word ‘sidekick’ had always felt like an insult to Robin Buckley. Like it was bubblegum that lost its flavor and turned into a sticky mess that people just kept in their mouths for the hell of it. They could spit it onto the sidewalk at any time and unwrap a new piece, or just stick with the jawbreaker that they had stored in their cheek the whole time.

But, at one point, she would have admitted that she was a sidekick. It wasn’t that her powers weren’t useful. Shapeshifting came in handy more than one would think, but when it came to the superstrength, the laser vision, the general ability to fly, and every other thing that Steve Harrington had- she was a sidekick.

Leverage between lovers spat, at the worst. And at best, she got to tag along while the Electric Enchanter protected the streets of Hawkins. She had told Steve how stupid the name was, that the blue currents sparking from his fingertips were only 1/20th of his abilities. But he stuck with the name and the dark blue suit.

Robin was dubbed The Varmint and lamented the fact greatly. She could turn into more than just animals, though those were easier on her psyche than inanimate objects. She did accept the title over the mammal or beast bitch, or whatever the media had conjured up.

Things had been relatively normal despite their sudden explosion of powers. They had gotten suits custom made by a group of Live Action Role Players in town who promised to keep their identities secret. They stopped bank robberies and rescued cats from trees and made all the public appearances that the city demanded of them.

It only got weird when Pyre showed up, and Steve had realized his history with the blazing girl. She had set fire to multiple buildings, schools, and banks, mainly. But she had a strange sort of pattern to each match she struck.

Kidnapping Robin after she set the very occupied middle school ablaze as a distraction was a different kind of move, they hadn’t expected. Steve was preoccupied, and Robin had dragged a fair number of children from the hissing flames before a red extinguisher hit the back of her head.

She dropped faster than she’d like to admit and woke up in large glass holding cell with a nasty headache. She couldn’t see past the large lights shining in her face but used her ashen fingers to feel around the seems of her confinement. If there was so much as a crack, she could shift into an ant and escape.

She lucked out, there was a horizontal line of holes carved out of the plastic alloy. If she could just focus past the pounding in her head she could get out of here, change into something that could fly, and never look back.

“Your powers won’t work in there.”

Robin let out a small sigh and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She didn’t bother opening her eyes. She couldn’t see past the warm lights that warmed every inch of her skin. The suit was hot, too hot.

“I designed it myself.” She could hear footsteps circling her like she was prey. “It's strong enough to hold King Steve.”

King Steve. It was a name that carried from high school. She had done her research. He had been quite the douche, Robin had to admit. But with his powers came a new outlook in life. Maybe he had learned it a little too late and made a few enemies, but it was unfortunate that one of them had fire running through their veins and a seemingly endless supply of money.

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride,” Robin mumbled, letting out a chuckle.

She heard the lights flip off, and felt the coolness more than anything. Her abductor must have felt like she wouldn’t be able to tell left from right, wherever she was. Each time she blinked she could still see the afterlight.

When Robin could finally get a grasp on what she was seeing, it wasn’t much. Darkness surrounded her and she suddenly preferred the light. There was a metal folding chair that reminded her of auditorium. Two hands braced its back for support, nails painted a fire-engine red. They tapped the puke-green metal.

“That’s what the sidekicks always say. They have the capability to be so much more” The woman rounded the chair and flopped down into the beam of light. “If they just let go.”

Robin's mouth went dry at the sight of her. There was no elaborate costume, no deep red colors of the mask. This was a woman: a woman with kind blue eyes and a tank top that hugged her frame. Her curly brown hair was tied into a messy bun. There were burns against her skin, leading up to her chest, across her forearms and wrists.

The Varmint lilted her head to the side and lowered herself to the cold tile floor. “Huh.”

“Huh?”

“It's just, I don’t know, villains usually don’t look so… beautiful.”

The woman narrowed her eyes in distrust. However, Robin had nothing to lose. Being a queer sidekick in Hawkins Indiana made the dating pool considerably small. She was trapped in a glass box. If she was going to die here, she might as well speak her truth.

“How do you know I’m the villain?” she countered, leaning forward, the muscles in her shoulders working to compensate for the change in positions.

“You hit me over the head with a fire extinguisher and locked me in a box.”

“I could have killed you.”

“Were you planning on doing that before or after you set fire to a school?”

She went silent at that, but a small smile graced her lips. Robin couldn't get a read on her, nor her pattern of catching things ablaze. There was a certain orange color glowing behind her eyes that shot excitement straight to Robin’s core.

“I was a sidekick too, you know? For a hero in Indianapolis named Glacier. God, that man was a tool. The thing about tools is that they’ll do anything to be the center of attention. Ignore signs that were right there the entire time.”

“I heard about him. They found him dead in his apartment with incriminating evidence.”

“I was his secretary. Very demanding, that man.” She shook stood and closed the distance between the chair and the glass case. Robin had the urge to press her hand against it. To feel the heat that the woman radiated. “He never took me seriously.”

“So that’s your game, then? Eliminate the hero, liberate the sidekick?”

“Liberate is such a generous word. I just simply want to give you options, Varmint. Every single day these new men put on a pair of tights and think that they run the scene. They underestimate us, shrink us down to nothing.”

Steve hadn’t been like that. King Steve might have been like the Glacier, someone pretending to be on the right side of things for the press attention that he’d receive. If she sat him down and explained that she wanted to be the hero, that she wanted to be more than his sidekick, he was sure to understand.

Robin furrowed her brow. Maybe Pyre was inherently on the right side of things herself. The evidence that was found scattered around Glacier's apartment had led to government corruption, to child endangerment, and money laundering. Too much to plant without meticulous planning.

“Why set the fires?” Robin asked.

“I learned at a very young age that they’ll never listen to you unless you scream loud enough to break through the barrier. I wouldn’t have set them if I didn’t think you’d show up to stop them.”

“The robberies?”

“Okay, that one was for fun.” She smiled, dim and cracked “I’ll donate everything to charity if it swoons that heart of yours.”

Robin mulled the idea. The pounding in her head was subsiding. Pyre was beautiful, she didn’t need to be knocked into another dimension to realize that. She wondered if things had been different, if they had met in a coffee shop, or a theatre, or a bookstore while reaching for the same Jane Austen novel, would those oddly kind eyes strike differently?

She took off her mask, not knowing what possessed her to do so. It didn’t shade much, a majority of the top of her face, a black cowl that hid her identity from the world. There was a gold marking that tied it into her suit, a suit specifically designed to morph with her, technology only Eddie understood.

Pyre let out a small gasp, running her fingers instinctively against the scarring on her chest. It could be a nervous habit or a phantom sensation of pain. The corner of Robin’s mouth turned up into a half-smile, goofy and apprehensive.

“That bad, huh?”

“No,” She shook her head, “No, it’s just. One’s identity is sacred, you know? Vulnerability is one of the only cards in the decks we keep.”

Robin shrugged. “You trusted me with yours. Do you always talk in riddles?”

“Not always. Are you considering my proposal?”

“You haven’t proposed anything.”

She frowned, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. Pyre crossed her legs in front of her as if they were beginning a game of chess. Robin shifted, mirrored her stance, and placed her hands on her knees. They watched each other for a few moments. Robin figured she could watch Pyre forever if given the chance.

“Join me. Liberate yourself.”

“As… a sidekick?”

“No, no… as a hero. A villain. Whatever your heart desires. You’re meant for more. I can feel it.”

“How’s that?”

“This thing I have, this affliction, the fire.” She began slowly, running her palms against her knees. They were sweating. She really was nervous. Though, Robin felt like she should be the nervous one, trapped in a glass box, unable to shift into anything. Trapped within herself. “It isn’t limited to actions. It’s like a haze.”

“A haze?”

“That’s right. It’s easy to set things of fire, it’s harder to notice the fire in other people. But yours was bright. The first moment I saw you, it was bright, right behind the eyes. I’d never seen anything like it, and here you are, wasting it on being a sidekick.”

“I don’t like that word.”

“I’ve noticed,” She chuckled and then stood with ease. “I’m going to unlock the box. You’re free to go, have been this whole time. That’s what I’m doing.”

Robin stood herself, and listened as the air-released lock hissed out its unfamiliar song. She stayed where she was, and pressed her fingertips against it to test the validity of her claim. It gave, just as she promised it would. She looked through the glass at Pyre. “You’re leaving?”

“I have no reason to stay. I was just passing through the day that I saw that spark of yours.”

“Right,” Robin murmured as Pyre gave her a soft smile and vanished into the darkness. “A spark.”

#Ronancetober #Ronancetober day 6 #Ronance #ronance fanfiction #Robin Buckley #Nancy Wheeler #Stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #Superhero au

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pigtailedgirl · 2 years

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So dog tired but taking my time for me and catching up on some movies.

Hocus Pocus 2 and Nope.

Hocus Pocus 2 not positive.

Nope was fantastic.

SPOILERS

Of course, Jordan Peele’s film understands how to reference or make eerie a real example or homage something. From the western horse chases blending so well with the monster hunt, from the Akira bike slide being so cool but just a blink and you miss ref, from the Gordy and Mary Jo as the woman without a face in comparison to the real story...I love a movie that knows when and what it wants to tell you and the themes and emotions it’s driving at you.

I loved the characters too. The brother and sister. The tech guy. The film guy.

Jupe is not a good person, he’s as close to a villain as the TMZ guy, regardless of the backstory. But he’s fascinating to see how spectacle and his pursuit, his chase and disrespect of others, of nature and pun intended, sense or horse sense, is his killer. His undoing. Trying to force connection, be it animal or people, through artifice. A childish way for a man scarred emotionally and stuck in child fame and fear.

I loved it. The creature creepy as hell.

OJ was brilliant. His scene in the truck. His love of his Dad and sis. His quiet and frustrated straight man persona.

The beauty in some scenes. I want to talk about this movie. To gush.

....

In contrast we have Hocus Pocus 2. Straight up nostalgia bait, cash grab, bank on nothing new in idea or execution, nothing special in the way it creates or attempts to reference or homage the original or others. But people, myself included, are flocking to it because we just wanted to see if it could for a moment bring back the feeling or carry it forward for us that OG did. No.

It’s what is most insulting to me about the film. It’s one thing to make the same basic plot points twice, to try to mimic the 93 gags while missing why it was camp or risky or off cuff then, in the way Walgreens or roombas are product placement and not, in the way it’s not as funny to hear Sarah says amok amok amok again when it is not a spontaneous fool’s glee but callback, to have them sing is not an inventive nod to Bette and fun song when it’s so forced in thrice.

Or turn it into a generic tale, to both dumb down and de-evil the Sanderson sisters, Winnie in particular. To have characters that were obsessed with sucking the life out of children for eternal life and beauty grow old without care or die without care is failing the OG theme but can perhaps be done...if it was subverted wisely. This was not.

Winnie in OG neither loved nor cared for her sisters. That was the big contrast to the pair of Dani/Max and Emily/Thackery.

So they return, so maybe they or her should learn to love thy sister but the movie never builds this. Or contrasts them against the three young girls as other sisters/friends/witch enthusiasts.

Disney is so obsessed with the pat and perfect boss of a woman trope, look at the perfect cool woods witch WTH, that they no longer let them have a character or arc. None get growth because the must already be right and perfect, even as the story warps around the unreality. So Winnie was right to be against the village, being forcefully separated from her sisters and to be married off. Right to want power. Let us ignore her moral usage of. Or make the Billy affair a lie. Let’s strip her of character because we can’t like an evil woman, only the boss one.

Of the younger characters, the girl’s conflict with each other is left unanswered. They just needed to work together. Ignore the question and growth that they need by being independent individuals, of asking what they actually want to do together and why, or why they were rushing to conflict and separate, or even the who they are. You know, basics of character. Glasses girl friend was as generic as leader girl as was party friend. The only young person, stupid as they were, to arc was the himbo, who sat and went from I tease, to the explained I tease out of affection, to you don’t like that and I’m sorry.

Also the mood was a ruin. Not spooky or pretty Fall or fun Halloween. Generic.

Well, I wasn’t expecting good so I wipe it from my brain. Go back to the 90s one.

Which is my last thought. The difference in the 90s, being as vapid and consumer and full of playing on it’s era... there is a reason that remakes and the nostalgia trips of today are failing. You can’t recreate that time. You reference it by trying too hard to mimic and you look foolish because both the generation of today is far too different, far too removed to understand so it doesn’t bring them real emotion, it doesn’t connect to their experience, hell if I can even think what is today’s kids and tweens culture and their feels and fears and hopes that isn’t trapped and trying to be consumer branded by my aging failed generation... but also trying to cater to my generation, trying to bribe me with the past, to recapture my love and emotion, it only really works if you can take it and and tell me why it still matters. Otherwise all you are reminding me of is it was hollow or it and I changed. You turn me from it, or you look a poor attempt mimic without saying anything.

#hocus pocus 2 #nope #spoilers

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neko-sufis-world · 2 years

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Here's a few things you should know about Neko and Usagi

And the roleplaye for @askfacultystaff and @davidboscosposts while I'm having an exam.

Usagi-Ijah: When her period month came, she'll be mad, stressful a lot cuz it's paining and cramping her. She's very kind to good people, except bad people. She's a fluter and she's also good at whistling. She really hates the flirties. Flirties guy 99.9% and flirties girl is 5.6%. She'll get the mark of those flirties hands. She has her assistant name PET, which is all black and has demon's horns. She can get jealous easily when she saw her new boyfriend, Felix talking with girl. She'll said "HE'S TAKEN ALREADY, YOU BRAT! 😡"

Bad words: Stupid, f*ck, b*tch, bangang, bodoh, sial, jahanam, tak guna, damnit and heck, frick(Rama's sisters around her)

Favourite food: Sushi, Crème brulé, steak, fried chicken, sashimi, chocolate parfait, pizza supreme, burrito, chocolate ice cream and chocolate lava cake.

Favourite drink: Cold tea, green tea, milk, water, iced chocolate, milo, chocolate milkshake, Thai milk tea, orange juice and milk tea.

Likes: Playing flute, whistling, prank, kids(Except Fox Quints bodoh), taking pictures of NekoPrinci kissing eachother, watching her favourite funny movie, cooking, playing online game with her friends and dating with Felix. ALWAYS WALK HOME LATE. Love doing workout

Dislike: Being racist to her, especially Flirty Karena Rama's frenemies, harassed by flirties guy, hurting her feeling, someone make her angry, talk smack about her sister and insult her.

Her power: When she's whistling, all the animals will came to her and defend her from dangerous.

Weakness: When she saw her ex, she'll crying non-stop and get fever.

Neko-Sufi: When her period month came, she'll be mad, stressful a lot cuz it's paining and cramping her. She's too sensitive with flirties who do *beep* harassment to her non-stop, doesn't matter if that flirties is girls or boys. She'll get the mark of those flirties hands. Flirties guy 100% and flirties girl 100%. She has Demon inside of her. When she saw some girl talk to Prince, she'll show them her middle finger and said "Jauhkan diri dari laki aku, brat. (Translate: Stay away from my guy, brat.) 😶💢" Also, she has daughter named Melly, treating her like she's her child.

Bad words: F*ck, damnit, stupid, hell, bullsh*t, motherf*cker, bodoh, bangang and any bad word

Favourite food: Crème brulé, sashimi, sushi, green tea parfait, kimchi, spicy food like spicy Korean chicken with melt cheese, spicy noodle with melted cheese and anything which is spicy, cheesy pizza only, human meat(bad people's meat), bloody steak, taco, burrito, and ice cream mochi.

Favourite drink: Bad people's blood, milo, water, milk, boba tea, milk green tea, milk tea, Thai milk tea, iced latte, green tea latte and passion fruit tea.

Like: Revenge prank, playing horror game with online people, cooking, treating children like they're her children(Except Fox Quintuplets jahanam), Melly, playing violin, bass guitar, being friend with new people, cooking and baking

Dislike: Racist people, especially Flirty Karena, Rama's frenemies,someone hurting her daughter feeling, Melly's jahanam parents, being yelled by someone or people who hate her, especially racist karen either Flirty Karena, harassed by flirties guy and girl, being controlled by Demon, someone eating her food and being bullied.

Power: She can turns into half angel and half demon and attacking bad people by using tentacles or sword. And Demon can possesses her and turn her into a half monster to attack bad people.

Weakness: Unknown. But some of people said when she gets electroshock, she'll passed out till she's recover. Some of people said when her blood come out, she'll turn back to normal and rest.

So, that's all I want to say. Also, if there's any mistake or stupid, please let me know, okay? -v-'

Don't worry, I'll post you two a roleplay at Tuesday. The day I have an exam for 4 days.

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lordoffireandflame · 9 months

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Angry opinions on Downpour

Downpour was fun, I have angry opinions on it.

I think a major issue with Rain World: Downpour is that it spits in the face of the old game's themes. Like, when you play the old game, you FEEL helpless, you're a reasonably intelligent tool-using prey animal that is in an environment that your species isn't suitably acclimated to and you will die if you don't adapt.

I've seen people argue that the reason why the other slugcats are so overpowered is because an iterator made them so, but that just has has the same vibe as 'a wizard did it'. The Hunter made sense as essentially a supersoldier compared to the other slugs, it wasn't overpowered, you were still hunted, but you were reasonably fast and strong.

The ones that make the most sense are Rivulet (Rivulet should have just been able to breathe underwater and not just thirty seconds, the stress should have been on the more advanced water predators, not the drowning. Hell, have the Rivulet be immune to leeches) and the Saint (at least until it got God powers).

Other issues:

Artificer just feels like it was made by a guy who didn't know how to behave around scavs, died one too many times and coded in this abomination. This was the only campaign I never finished (unless you count the modded attempts). The story feels infantile and pathetic.

Gourmand's okay. I hated the story, though. Not much else to say here other than it feels too... well, 'feel good' for Rain World.

Spearmaster was ok, the only slugcat where I actually killed a red lizard with just spears.

The Saint was so fun, zipping around the structures was legitimately the best part of the game. WTF was the rubicon, though.

-Okay, I need to talk about the new Survivor and Monk endings. The base game is extremely nihilistic and vague, there's barely any good feelings here. And that's okay! Art doesn't really have to make you feel happy or satisfied. The new endings completely change the tone of the base game and, as said before, makes everything all 'feel good' instead of the enlightened struggle in the base game.

They gendered No Significant Harassment D:

Just the plot holes in general.

I actually liked the idea of Five Pebbles missing the ancients in his cities, but it clashes with what Moon said in the base game. You could make the argument of faulty memory or just being unreliable but... I don't see any reason as to why she would specifically be wrong about that one specific detail when we believe everything else she says.

Bad dialogue, 'And as your Big Sis, you know how protective I am of you!~' for example.

Honestly, I really don't like Five Pebbles' characterization here. In the base game he is best described as cold, condescending, but overall polite. He only turns rude and extremely patronizing during the Monk's campaign while barely keeping that veneer of helpfulness, he's annoyed and tired and wants to be left alone. I get his behavior in the Spearmaster campaign, but the others? Ehh... he's just kind of an asshole. Especially towards the Gourmand. I get it, Gourmand is showing obvious signs of gluttony, but if Five Pebbles was insulting the Gourmand for that sin, he should have been just as cruel towards the Artificer (yes, he calls her a barbarian and a beast a few times, but that isn't enough) for embodying violence.

My god do I hate the developer commentary. 'We didn't want to make out Five Pebbles to be seen as a villain, we wanted to make him morally ambiguous ' yo, anyone who has ever played the game and has read the lore knows Five Pebbles is morally ambiguous. Don't think we're stupid.

Looks to the Moon felt flanderized as well. People make her out to be some 'nice girl' in the base game. She can be nice, but she is still an iterator and has the similar attitudes Pebbles has. A better description of her is that she is polite, not necessarily nice. In the DLC she's turned into... well, I don't really know how to describe it other than it feels like the character traits the fans hyper fixated on got more and more exaggerated.

I don't like the new Echo names, they make too much sense. The base game Echoes' names seemed nonsensical, and that was part of their charm.

Honestly, I don't really feel like a small animal trying to adapt to an unfamiliar environment, I feel like the hero or a villain, which isn't what Rain World is about. It's about survival and adaptation that ultimately leaves to enlightenment.

There's more to say, but I'm done for now. I enjoyed the DLC, but the story issues were glaringly obvious the more I thought about it. The accessibility options were a good add on, but the story and characters. Saint was the best one by far.

Yeeks <3

#rain world spoilers #rain world downpour #rw critical #downpour critical #downpour spoilers #base game rain world

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silkscream · 2 years

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kind of enemies to lovers slow burn or with plot where college!peter is obsessed with the reader’s tits and thighs and is so attracted to her but hates himself for it

this request is old but i loved it enough to come back to it! sorry for how late this is <3 here's a sexy lil blurb for u

tongue in cheek

summary: your enemy, peter parker, cannot stand you in the slightest. but lately, he's been looking at you differently, and he absolutely hates himself for it.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: not edited, suggestiveness, enemies to lovers

it's halfway into the semester when peter starts keeping tabs on your presence. it bothers him to no end, that for some reason, his spider senses make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when you walk into your shared organic chemistry class. there’s just one random wednesday when he’s late to class, so fucking late, and the embarrassment of walking into a full lecture pales in comparison to the fact that the only open seat in the whole room is one that’s next to you.

he doesn’t know why his whole body goes haywire. he thinks that maybe he didn’t get the memo about his spider-powers producing something that felt so... hormonal. because even though most of the time he despised you, he couldn’t help but feel the heat in his body rise when he’s so close to you during this one class session, in which you’re wearing a babydoll dress that shows the slightest bit of cleavage and enough of your legs for him to see you differently.

he doesn’t realize that your presence does something to him. usually, as your academic rival and the notorious incidents between you two at parties, peter considered you as someone he couldn’t be around for too long. it was a shame that the two of you shared so many mutual friends considering that your introductions to one another were rather sour, with your bad attitude setting a precedent to your personality the first time peter accidentally spilled a drink on you at a party months and months ago. from then on, you attempted to be civil, but something about peter felt arrogant, cocky, and you didn’t understand his appeal when mj and every other girl around would express how adorable and kind he was. when peter looks at you, it feels condescending every time. there was something about his stupid face and the sound of his voice answering questions in orgo that made him seem like a try-hard, and it annoyed you to no end.

but on that one day when peter has to sit next to you, you’re civil with one another for some reason. friendly, even. you both joke about professor brown’s lack of self-awareness in trying to be funny during the lecture. you notice the strange spark that comes from bumping knees with him. you actually let him copy some of your notes considering he didn’t come to the last lecture. all of this without a single insult. for once in your life, watching peter parker laugh makes you smile.

all of this leads you to where you are now, sitting on a couch at a stupid frat party sipping a white claw as you observe a rather animated peter parker playing beer pong with his friends. you admire the quirk of his brow when he’s sarcastic, his wide smile and perfect teeth when he wins, the twinkle of his brown eyes when he turns his head to catch certain lighting.

god, what were you doing? you didn’t like peter. he annoyed you so much that your blood would probably boil in his presence. right?

it’s not peter’s spider senses that make him feel so drawn to you throughout the evening. he maneuvers himself around the party like he assumes you’re watching, acting in a calculated manner in his movements because suddenly, he’s self-conscious after making awkward eye contact with you in the living room.

right now, he’s watching you throw your head back to a loud hip-hop song on the speakers, twirling around with mj on the dance floor. peter doesn’t know how to explain the sinking feeling in his stomach, a sort of shame that he doesn’t have a name for. all he knows is that he’d had enough white claws for his head to buzz slightly along with the loud thumps of the speakers, and his eyes are raking the length of your body as you dance.

you’re wearing a corset top and a velvet mini skirt and you look fucking divine, even if peter doesn’t want to admit it to himself. he cocks his head with his mouth slightly agape, just the tiniest bit dopey in his drunkenness as he examines your cleavage from afar, the way your tits bounce just a little while you move your hips in a way a succubus probably would. god, and your legs. your skin looks like it’s radiating under all the colorful lights and the mere sight of you has peter nearly drooling. no, no, he’s just zoning out. he’s definitely not checking you out. he definitely didn’t find you attractive. when you sway your hips again and look up to meet his gaze, he realizes how bad of a liar he is to himself.

your eyes convey a certain kind of hunger. your mouth turns up into a smirk. peter thinks that maybe, just maybe, this is a figment of his imagination, until you’re sauntering over to his spot.

“parker.”

“hey, sweetheart,” he mutters. he likes to call you pet names because he knows that they piss you off, but for some reason, it’s endearing this time around. you roll your eyes convincingly nonetheless.

“what’s up with you? every time i’ve so much as looked towards your direction you look so fucking angry. or like you want to eat me.”

“what are you talking about? i’m just standing here. don’t project your insecurities onto me,” he retorts, raising his palm in surrender.

“i’m just messing with you. christ, you’re such a dud. i’m getting more punch.”

you don’t leave him because you’re actually annoyed, but you need a breather because of how warm your body feels from the alcohol in your system. just a bit more would take the edge off. you still feel peter’s gaze boring into you but you try to ignore it. with a gulp of the punch, you jump to sit on the kitchen counter.

“hi, sweetheart.”

you look up like a deer in the headlights, because although you’ve somehow gotten accustomed to the stupid nickname, the voice you hear doesn’t match the person who you’ve been wanting to hear it from. a blonde blinks down at you with a smirk and suddenly, you realize that he’s almost gated you with his hand on the marble countertop. how did he get so close to you?

“uh, hi.”

“i was watching you dance earlier, you’re really good.”

“thanks,” you mumble, trying not to look at him and instead scanning the crowd for peter, or mj, or anyone else that could save you from the present situation.

“so where do you go to school? i feel like i would’ve noticed such a gorgeous face at one of these parties.”

“’m not in school,” you lie. “just visiting.”

“oh, damn. so, what’s your impression of nyc so far?” he says into your ear because of how loud the music, but you know for a fact that he’s taking the opportunity to take up your personal space. your body shudders when he takes a hand to your thigh.

“it’s nice,” you reply, trying not to make it obvious that you’re cringing. your reaction time is slow because of the alcohol but you keep reminding yourself methods of defending yourself. the idea of being violent doesn’t feel real enough to you right now because of how slow time feels. his hand gets further up your thigh.

you don’t realize that peter has been watching you this whole time, jaw clenched at this man very clearly trying to devour you. so he makes his way through the crowd until he gets to you, and he actually sees some relief in your face when you make eye contact.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing, bro?” he nearly spits at the blonde stranger.

“shit, man, i didn’t know she was with anyone!”

“y’better fuckin’ leave before i bash your head in, yeah?” peter growls. with that, the man gulps sheepishly and strays away. you let out a breath that you’ve been harboring in your lungs for too long.

“thanks,” you mumble softly.

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you nod. “you’re quite the possessive one, aren’t you, parker?”

“shut the fuck up. i could tell he was a scumbug from the moment i saw him talking to you.”

“okay. and why did you care enough to step in? i’m a big girl, you know.”

“oh, please,” peter scoffs.

“i don’t need you to fucking save me, peter.”

“you sure? because i could tell how much you were fuckin’ trembling until i got here,” he rebuts, gripping your wrist suddenly with a rather tight grasp. you’re speechless at how rough he’s being suddenly, but you aren’t scared the same way you were with that stranger. you’re just... confused.

“seeing that bastard touch you like that made me feel fucking insane,” he whispers into your ear. his proximity makes you shiver. “it took everything in me not to sock him in the jaw. there are too many dudes like him, you know? it’s easy to read their minds. just fucking scum. they just want to use you, you know that? like a toy.”

“what if i don’t mind being used?” you raise your eyebrows at him. your voice is low and your eyes are large and doe-like, blown out even more from the amount of light above you in the kitchen. it’s like the two of you are in the studio of some fucking soap opera.

“what, did you wanna fuck him or something?”

you shrug, flashing peter a coy smile.

“okay, then i’m sorry for interrupting your conquest or whatever,” he sputters, taking a gulp of his beer and avoiding eye contact with you.

“you’re so worked up, parker,” you tease him in a low voice, one that’s seductive and is as soft as butter to peter’s ears. he tries not to react when you rub your hands over his shoulders in a reassuring motion. “what’s on your mind, huh? you look upset.”

“i couldn’t– fuck. i couldn’t stand watching him touch you like that. with his hands all over your thighs and shit.”

“why’s that, peter?” you whisper into his ear. your head falls slightly to sit in the crook of his neck and his breath hitches when you’re this close to him. close enough that he can smell your shampoo.

“you drive me fucking crazy.”

“yeah? because you wanted to be touching me like that, right? couldn’t get enough of me. pathetic,” you taunt in his ear. he wants to be angry, he really does, but your closeness is already making him melt. not to mention the fact that somehow he’d managed to wrap his arm around your frame and his hand was currently touching the bare skin of your backless dress.

“you wanna know what it’s like to be touched properly? huh? never been with anyone who could satisfy you, isn’t that right?” peter growls.

“that’s none of your business, really. what’s gotten into you, petey?” you purr, your lips extremely close to his pale neck. his heart is beating so erratically that he’s dreading the ordeal of you possibly sensing it.

“stop fucking teasing me, y/n.”

“fine. do whatever you want to me, parker.”

with that, he grabs your hand like it’s his lifeline and pulls you into the nearest empty room.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #enemies to lovers #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker smut #mcu peter x reader #blurb

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primofate · 3 years

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Haikyuu! Drabble: When you get hurt (minor injuries)

Note: Ugggghhhhhhh I love these men. Honestly. wtf. How can you have so many good guys in one anime. Also please don’t take this as a sign that I’ll stop posting for Genshin, but you know, give me some space to hype over my other fandoms please XD

Warnings: it’s seriously just plain fluff

Characters: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima

Kageyama

“What happened to your knee?”

Is the first thing he says, his face as serious as ever, eyes looking at your bandaged knee as he approaches you in class. You laugh nervously as you unwound the school bag away from your shoulder, placing it on your desk.

“Ah, I was walking Momo-chan last night...But you know, he’s gotten so big and I guess I was a little distracted...He saw a squirrel and just went running for it and...” you trail off, feeling Kageyama’s aura change. You knew he was about to call you reprimand you, and sure enough, he says “Idiot,” just as he would to Hinata.

On closer inspection you also had a bandage around your wrist. He guessed that you tried to hold on to the leash and it dragged your hand across the pavement.

After berating you with that one word, he wouldn’t say anything else about it. But he would, whenever he could, show some concern that you wouldn’t usually see. “I’ll take that,” he grabs your lunch box from you and you look up at him all confused as to why he’s carrying it for you today.

But, he stops at the door of the classroom and then turns around. “Actually, let’s just eat here,” as opposed to the school rooftop where the two of you usually ate.

And then, at the end of the school day, before you could even lift your bag over your shoulder, he’s already there and lifting it on HIS shoulder. You’re dumbfounded. “Are you going to your club? I’ll walk you first then go to mine,”

Then it hits you. It’s because you’re hurt, and he didn’t want you to strain your knee or wrist anymore. You secretly smile but let him do what he wants. There was no stopping him when he set his mind to it after all. “Tobio-kun, you know, it’s just a scrape, I can still do things by myself,”

“Shut up and just let me do it...” he mutters under his breath, until he drops you off to your club and goes his own way.

And then, as your nightly routine to walk Momo-chan, you’re stunned when you see your boyfriend standing there, outside your house gates. Hands in his pockets. “T-Tobio?”

He lived close by, but still, you didn’t expect him to be there. He snatches the leash away from you, your dog is just happily gazing at the two of you, tail swishing wildly at the fact that TWO of his favourite people are walking him today. And again, Kageyama says,

“...I need to go for a run anyway,”

Tsukishima

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Tsukishima-san,”

A girl in the basketball team uniform appears at the doorway of the gym, all members turn to her as she bows and straightens up. Tsukishima sighs in relief. Finally an actual excuse to rest from training.

“That’s me,” he towers over the girl, who only blinks up at him, slightly intimidated. “Ah, uh, yeah...Y/N said that you have her spare glasses?” His eyebrows perk up. Right. You were in the basketball team, for some reason he always forgot that detail.

He turns away without a word and goes to his bag. He did, indeed, have your spare glasses. You left it at his house last time during a study session, being the airhead that you are. He retrieves it but before handing the black box to the girl, he asks. “What happened to the ones she has?”

He wasn’t thinking much of it. Perhaps someone accidentally stepped on it, or maybe you even accidentally broke it.

"The ball hit her face,”

“Is she--”

The words of worry practically dies on his lips. He could feel and sense Yamaguchi and Sugawara listening in to the conversation and he’d drop dead before getting caught being worried for someone. But still, this is why he always told you that you needed sports glasses. A scratch to the eye could be dangerous.

He sighs pretty loudly, and turns to face Sugawara who was off court, standing next to Yamaguchi who was also taking a small break. “Sugawara-san, I’ll be back,” There’s a big smile on his vice captain’s face, same as Yamaguchi who knew that his friend was actually worried.

Tsukishima ignored their stupid smiles.

“Oh! Kei,” You look up as the door to the school clinic opened, you were just sitting on one of the beds, legs moving back and forth and waiting for your teammate to retrieve the spare glasses for you. Tsukishima said that he’d handle it and as he passed the black box to you he grabs your chin and turns it in his hands, looking at your eyes.

There was a cut under your left eye that was already patched up. He releases your face when he was sure it was actually nothing serious, only to cross his arms and smirk at you. “See, I told you that hard head of yours would come in handy. Also receive the ball with your hands, not your face,”

You puff your cheeks out in annoyance and put your spare glasses on, feeling brand new. “Sure did, but my glasses aren’t as strong as my skull,” you sulked and he only blinked. “and I was taking a break! Then suddenly I see the ball coming at me, I don’t think that’s my fault!”

“I believe you. Your team has horrid ball passing skills after all,” he’s relentless with his insults but you knew that’s just the way he was. The fact that he came all the way to the school clinic told you enough about his worry. So, you ignore his last remark and smile up at him, “Thanks for checking on me, Kei,”

He clicks his tongue but places his hand on your head, “Let’s get you new ones tomorrow, and maybe now you’ll listen to me about those sports glasses,”

Oikawa

“She’s absent today,”

Oikawa’s face fell. You hadn’t told him anything about being sick or being unwell today. He wondered what happened. However, despite his looks and carefree personality, the Aoba Johsai captain was someone who was actually quite detailed. “In that case, can someone pass me her homework? I’ll go and deliver it to her!”

Safe to say your classmates were always surprised at how much the captain doted on you. He wasn’t always doing it openly, but at least he was thoughtful and thorough.

“Y/N-chan~ How could you leave me all alone in school today?” You could practically hear the pout from the other side of the line. He’d gone to the school grounds to get some private time to call you.

“Sorry Toru, I can’t really walk properly. It should be fine in a few days though,”

His heart did a little leap, worry etching itself on his features. “What do you mean? What happened?”

The pout in his voice was gone, replaced by what you always called “the captain voice”.

“I sprained my ankle...It’s a long and stupid story...” you laughed but you heard him sigh. “Well, I have no choice then. Your prince will visit you after-school today!”

You didn’t think he really would. He had volleyball practice and he took those seriously. But at 8 pm, just as you finished dinner, your doorbell rang and next thing you knew he was in your room.

Your mother just LOVED him. Sometimes you thought even more than you. She was unaware of how hyper Oikawa actually was. He certainly knew how to play his cards right.

“Alright princess, let me see that foot,” While you were sitting on your chair he practically bent down on on one knee and inspected it. He did kind of look like a prince like that, with his volleyball jacket. Then he suddenly plopped on the floor with his legs crossed. “AAhhhh! That sucks you won’t come to school for a few days!” He was whining again and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Without fail, every day that you were absent, he showed up at your house after practice.

Bokuto

It’s not that you were particularly clumsy. You were actually a pretty careful person, and that’s why Bokuto always trusted your cooking skills over his. Baking a cake shouldn’t be too hard, but you were rather unfamiliar with the oven at his place.

“Mm, so, it says here to just leave it in the oven for 45 minutes!” he has this big smile on his face and you shake the batter in the round container again. The oven had already been pre-heated and when you open the door to it, hot air greets you.

You took the round container in your hand, and push it in. It sits just at the front of the oven and you really hate it when that happens, so, with your boyfriend still focused on the recipe (and without mittens cause you think it’ll just be quick push) you try to inch the round cake pan further in with your hand. At one point, you accidentally touch the inside of the hot oven and you recoil your hand with a loud gasp.

“WHAT?! What what what?!” Bokuto flings the recipe book away and clutches at your hand. In all honesty it didn’t hurt that much, but you had made contact on the hot surface just enough for it to sting and startle you. “Nothing Kou, I just accidentally touched the oven,” you laugh sheepishly but he’s pulling you over to the sink.

The boy is panicking.

“Water!” You’re amazed at how he even knows what to do, running water now splashing on your hand. It wasn’t even enough to burn you, it was just a little red, that’s all. “K-Kou, it’s totally fine,”

But he turns to you with a waterfall of tears running down his eyes and his hair has deflated from it’s usual spiky style. “I-I’m so useless!”

‘Ah there he goes,’ you think. But you’ve been trained by Akaashi how to handle these kinds of outbursts from him. “Not at all Kou-kun, you mixed the batter so perfectly. I usually get tired when I do that, but you have really strong arms! Next time I’ll let you handle the oven too, is that okay?”

He stares at you blankly for a moment. The tears have disappeared and his lips oh-so slowly curve into a smile. He gives you a thumbs up, back to his usual flair and confidence. “Of course! Leave it to me!” and he laughs triumphantly while you thank Akaashi in your mind.

Ushijima

Cooking for him and Tendo at the dorms was like a weekly routine. It was mostly for Ushijima, but Tendo liked crashing the cooking party too.

“Be careful.” Ushijima says as he passes the vegetables for you to chop. You did so without any incident. The cooking itself passes by without any incident, until your hand slip off the plate you’re holding and it comes crashing down the floor, shattering into pieces, some of the pieces flying off in different directions.

Ushijima and Tendo perks up in alarm at the sudden sound, with Ushijima being the first to rise on his feet and assess the situation. You’re about to carefully just move away from the mess you made, shards littering around your feet. “Don’t move,” Ushijima tells you, noting that you were only wearing his over-sized slippers. He sees that one of the shards has cut your foot. It was small, but since it was fresh, it was still bleeding.

“If you move you’ll hurt yourself, wait for me,” you do as told as Ushijima first sweeps off the rest of the shattered glass with a broom, disposes of it. Next he comes to you with a new set of slippers, puts it down on the now clean floor, and tells you to carefully slip out of the ones you have on, he was cautious about the small pieces. Only when you were neatly into the new set of slippers did he clean off the rest of the glass.

Tendo only sat and watched in amusement. His captain was very thorough, even with things like that. “I’ll go and get a first aid kit~” he offered as he stood and sauntered off. “Y/N, sit over there,” he pointed at a nearby chair and you merely follow. There was no use saying no to him, you knew he just wanted to check if everything was in order.

Sure enough just as Tendo comes back with the kit, Ushijima inspects your foot, eyes scanning all around it. It seems that there was only that one cut and it’d be easy to treat. You weren’t surprised that Ushijima knew what to do, watching him take some cotton and pour some alcohol on it, muttering under his breath that it would sting a bit.

By the end of it, the cut on your foot was disinfected and bandaged properly. “Oohhhh! Good job Wakatoshi-kun!” Tendo praised his friend for the clean job and Ushijima nodded his head with a small “Mm,”

“Thank you,” you smile up at him, “and sorry for the plate, I wasn’t paying attention,”

Ushijima makes a thoughtful sound, perhaps a little confused by your apology “...The plate is of no great value,” he simply says “it can be replaced.”

"I can’t say the same for you Y/N, so it’s good that you weren’t gravely hurt,” The blush on your cheeks is obvious and Ushijima doesn’t understand what has you so flustered, he’s just being his honest and straightforward self.

Tendo only laughs at the display.

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