#and you can start by. yknow. not letting it spread further

[daz4i]

thinking abt how that one person made the whole zionist conspiracy abt spotify wrapped and ppl rightfully called them out on it and made posts abt how that's, well, a conspiracy with antisemitic undertones. then someone made a post like "omg we get it it sounds like an antisemitic conspiracy w/e. cut them some slack, op-" then listed a reason that is perfectly valid to cause one to make a mistake. HOWEVER the thing that still bothers me about it is that when i saw that post defending them, the original conspiracy post was still up, not even edited in any way to point out that it's wrong (and i know this bc i got it in my fyp like, an hour beforehand - so it was the original post, not a reblog). idk if ppl sent them hate over this - i think that's wrong no matter what, but esp bc from what i gathered they're just a teenager - but like. if you spread antisemitism you should at least delete it 😭😭😭😭 i don't expect or want some written apology but you should at least cut the source off dude. that's like the bare minimum. two button presses. that's it

#sorry for sounding mean but like both of them are dumb. #if you fall into antisemitic thought patterns you should try to unlearn them just like any other type of bigotry dude #and you can start by. yknow. not letting it spread further #anyway yeah this has been sitting in my head annoying me for awhile now. #outdated event but i needed to scrape it off the sides of my brain and let it out ig. #they may have already deleted it by now hopefully.

[crimsonbubble]

cw. best friends brother au, nsfw, afab!reader, use of the nickname kid, oral (f receiving), nipple play, pull out method *not proofread, just pure horny

[I'm a whore for a bfb fic 🤲🤲 and finding out keegan has the black hair and blue eyes combo got me fucked up ong 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️]

reblog and comments are appreciated <33

MINORS DNI!!

you've only met him a few times. merely exchanging a soft hello and moving on with your day. but there's something so enticing about your best friends brother simply leaning against the doorway of his sisters room, taking the time to cross his arms and rest his head against the frame.

your friend was downstairs somewhere, probably in the kitchen when keegan saw you laying on his sister's bed. he's not one to care who his sister is friends with, but there is something about you that makes his heart race. whether it's the way you look at him with big doe eyes or the way your shirt clings to your boobs so perfectly, the way your jeans stretch around your thighs, or the way he imagines the cute noises you'd make if his head were between your thighs.

he's infatuated with you, there's a deep need to have you, to love you to the moon and stars, to show you a world full of love and lust. you both want the other, but that goes against your friendship with his sister. you're interrupted from your thoughts as keegan is now standing in front of you, guiding your head up to look at him with a gentle hand. "if you don't want this, push me away."

you look into each other's eyes for a few more seconds before you tug him down to your level. he lets out a soft breath, holding your face as you nip at his lip. with his hands supporting you under your ass, he moves you over to his room. he kicks the door closed, almost missing the lock. once he parts from your lips, he trails kisses down your jaw and neck.

he presses your back to the bed, hovering over you as his hands caress all over you. "fuck, you drive me crazy, kid." his hands gripped your hips, pushing you up further on his bed. his lips find their way back to you as he tugs your shirt over your head. his hands tug your bra cups down, letting your tits spill out. he kisses down your chest, fondling and squeezing your mounds.

"keegan-" he moans at how his name spills from your lips, taking your nipple into his mouth. "say my name again, sweetheart. please." he gently tugs at the puffy bud, circling it with his tongue before moving to do the same to the other. his name tumbles from your lips with a teasing smile, lifting your hips to wiggle out of your jeans. keegan slides then off you, falling to his knees to leave kisses on your thighs.

"you're mine after this, yknow that? all mine, sugar." he hums softly against your skin, spreading your thighs further to slip your panties down your legs. "hmm all yours, keegan." he swears he could marry you on the spot, eyeing the way your cunt glistens in the low lighting of his room. his hands are holding your legs up and open, giving him perfect access to lick and suck all he wants.

your hand tangles in his hair, the other coming up to stifle the moans and shaky breaths that threaten to give away your activities to your friend. his eyes bore into you, watching your face contort with pleasure. the slick wet noises are embarrassing but they add more heat to your shuddering body. start shoot across your vision as keegan sucks your clit into his mouth, carefully pushing his fingers into your sopping hole.

your back arches off the bed, pushing his face closer to your mound. your thighs tense around keegans head, keeping him in position as he worked you through your orgasm. your bones feel like jelly, buzzing with pleasure as keegan kisses up your stomach. he whispers praises against your sweaty skin, caressing your thighs and hips. "you can take a bit more for me, yea sugar?"

you can only nod, words eluding your head as keegan tugs his pants down. his tip is rosy and leaking. he works his cock through your folds, grinding his tip against your pulsing clit. there's a delectable feeling of pleasure and pain in your sensitivity, but the slow push of keegan easing in, inch by inch cloud your brain. you hold on to his biceps, digging the blunt edge of your nails into his skin. he winces at the sting, hiking your legs up to wrap around his waist.

"fuck, you're sucking me, baby. taking all of me so well, sugar." he groans deeply, hitting all sorts of spots within you that have you shaking and writhing under him. you're clinging onto him for dear life, kissing and nipping along his neck. you're trying to keep yourself together while keegan tries to take you apart. "just a little more, yea?"

you hum contentedly, the sloppy sounds of skin on skin barely hears over keegans deep groans and shaky breaths in your ear. his hand finds its way between your bodies, pressing on your clit to draw you closer to your orgasm. with the added stimulation to your clit, it wrings out an intense shudder from you as you orgasm.your walls tighten and pulse around his cock, his pace faltering.

with each shaky thrust, he nearly whimpers in your ear as he pulls out, wrapping a hand around himself. he strokes himself quickly, body shivering as he hid face in your neck. his cum splatters your stomach, hot and sticky. "you better take me out on an amazing date after this." keegan laughs breathlessly, kissing up your neck and jaw.

"I'll make sure to do just that."

#bubbly writes <3 #keegan russ smut #keegan smut #keegan russ #keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod smut #cod x reader smut #cod keegan #keegan cod

[runningthroughthegarden]

your back beneath the sun, wishing i could write my name on it

a summer beach day with your pretty boyfriend <3

the car radio blasts and wind tumbles through your hair. jack drives as you dramatically sing the lyrics to your favorite songs. the trunk is packed with towels and endless snacks. it's just the start to your day, but you can already tell it will be your favorite.

"clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in" you and jack sing, beginning to smell the salty air of the ocean. your hand waves out the window feeling the air through your fingers.

"alright, we're here" jack says with a wide grin looking over at you as he parks.

ready to feel the sand under your feet, you and jack unpack the trunk. he brings his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into him while he kisses the top of your head. walking further into the sand, you find the perfect place to set up your area. jack leans back resting on his elbows.

"hey pretty boy" you say while placing your head in his lap.

"hey pretty girl" he responds brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"i think i could stay like this forever" you whisper.

"so lets do just that" he smiles back.

the next few hours are spent soaking up the sun and enjoying the variety of snacks you packed. you feel so comfortable in the presence of jack, spending your time talking about everything and anything.

"whatcha doing?" you ask your now standing boyfriend.

"oh you know just stretching" he responds while a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

"you couldn't even say that with a straight face what are you scheming" you say with a slight giggle.

"this!" he screams while throwing you over his shoulder.

"jack!! what are you doing?!" you yell trying to hold onto his back.

"we're going for a swim!" he laughs.

"jack put me down!!" you respond in a fit of laughter.

"too late!" he yells as you feel the water hit your waist.

waves crash against you as you fully dive underwater. coming back up to the surface you see your curly headed boyfriend with the biggest smile you've ever seen.

"yknow you could've just asked me to swim with you" you giggle, wiping your hair back.

"yeah but what's the fun in that" he explains while his hands find your waist.

reaching your hands around his neck you pull him in for a kiss. his lips taste like a mixture of coconut and salt water. the sound of soft waves crashing around you.

"i think i could stay like this forever" he says repeating your words from just a few hours ago. his eyes roam your sun kissed face while your fingers play with his now wet curls.

"so let's do just that" you respond pulling him in for one more kiss before pulling him down into the water.

a/n: my requests are open!!

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream #scream vi

[umbral-archives]

‘Ego’ Sucktember 2022 Day 2: Swollen

Obedience has its perks.

T’S STILL THE 2ND SOMEWHERE, DON’T FUCKIN LOOK AT ME. God FUCKING FUCKITY this is LONG WHAT THE FUCK. Me @ Me: WHAT HAPPENED TO 250 WORDS, PYRE?

Can you tell I don’t write blowjobs that often? Because I don’t and I hate this lmao fuck. It's something I guess yknow? Ehhhhhh.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

GN!Reader

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Cunnilingus. Cum eating. Pet names. 

Length: 2300+

The night started out simple enough.

Murdock had brought up the idea of a movie night before he left on his most recent hunt; a sort of bonding time between you, given that you’d both been so busy lately. 

He’d been more active in his hunting as a new copycat duo had popped up a few towns over. You know how livid he gets when imitators try to take credit for his work, his mission. 

Work had you staying late multiple nights in a row due to short staffing. He knows how much you want to remain independent with your financial situation, so he hasn’t brought it up as an issue yet.

To say that you both needed this was an understatement. You missed your Killer. Fuck, you missed him. By the way the man practically drags you into his lap when you enter the living room with snacks, it’s obvious he missed you too.

You tuck yourself into his side with your legs over his, resting your head against his chest all in a bid to not injure anything important. You’re always self-conscious of that when you straddle him. With you properly settled and the snacks within reach to you both, Murdock presses play on his first choice of the evening. 

The movie isn’t bad, but you quickly find yourself… well, distracted.

The gentle, possessive caress of his hand over your side, trailing down to your hip and lightly squeezing before traveling back up is one thing; Murdock can’t help but touch you– needs to touch you, but you don’t realize just how much. Another is the steady, deep breaths in your ear that lull you into a strange sort of torpor. You stop focusing on the movie very quickly in favor of him.

Murdock isn’t wearing his glasses or gloves right now. He rarely uses them while home anymore, but you’ve not had any sort of real quality time together in weeks, so it seems all the more special. The cloth of his sweater is soft beneath your cheek and smells immensely of his cologne. You can’t help but snuggle further into the large man, fingers idly drawing nonsense patterns into the plane of his stomach

A soft hum rumbles beneath your ear, his other hand wandering down to rest on your calf and mirroring those little patterns. Warmth spreads across your cheeks from the touch, and you quickly realize that a similar heat is starting to build somewhere else.

This proximity, immersed in this heat and scent, pressed so close to such a solid body, these hands wandering over you… you’d been trying to ignore it, but you’ve not had him in over a week. Even then, it wasn’t enough.

It’ll never be enough for you, now.

There’s a movie your should be focusing on, you remind yourself. However, you just find your eyes deviating lower than his stomach, to the bulge in his black sweatpants that’s just beside your hip. It wouldn’t take much to slide your hand down just that little bit lower and-

The shrill ringtone of your phone blares out from the charging port on the table, startling you up out of his lap. He surprisingly doesn’t protest, letting you up and even pausing the movie to save your place so you don’t miss anything. You smile apologetically before disappearing out of sight to take the call.

When you return, that budding warmth is a distant memory… at least until you step around the corner into the living area and see Murdock.

In the time you've been gone, Murdock has shifted from the side of the couch to the middle in a bid to get more comfortable. One arm is slung over the back of the couch while the other rests on his thigh, that hand too close to his crotch to be a coincidence. He's fucking manspreading, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock half-hard in his pants. 

This fucker-

"Is something the matter, little fawn?"

You startle from his low, easy timbre and he chuckles, which earns him a soft glare from you. With a huff, you return your phone to the charging dock and try to look unaffected. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?", he teases, head rolling to the side. "I'm just waiting on you, Sweetheart."

That glare gets hotter, your gaze darting between his face and that fucking bulge which just seems to be getting bigger. Your mouth is not starting to water, damnit. It isn’t. "You know exactly what you're doing, Murdock."

"Really?” he hums, hand sliding across his thigh in a rather innocuous way and adjusting his hips. You focus on the move out of habit, only to realize what you’d done a second too late when glancing back up at him. The vicious heat in his eyes belies the calm air he extrudes. “Care to enlighten me, little fawn? I'm not a mind reader."

“Why are you always fucking like this-” you grumble under your breath and step around the couch, glaring still even as you stop between his legs. "You know exactly what the fuck you're doing, you smug asshole. We’re supposed to be watching a movie, and here you are-"

“You love it, though, don’t you, Sweetheart?” He interrupts you with a smirk, fingers drumming against his thigh. Your eyes track his tongue darting over his lips with a little too much focus. "You’re free to finish the movie. Though, Sir doesn’t think that’s what you want right now, is it?”

You don’t bother to answer that question, instead sinking down to your knees while your hands slide up his thighs. He rumbles softly in approval, widening his legs even further and subtly lifting his hips in your direction. You tug on his waistband, but the hand on his thigh finding yours and lightly squeezing is just enough of a distraction that you jump back slightly when his cock springs free from his sweats.

He’s not wearing underwear again. Of course he fucking isn’t.

He’s hard, fully erect, and already leaking pre from his tip. On sighting said bead of pre, you absolutely do not whine softly and move forward to take him into your mouth before you stop yourself. You don’t. You were just adjusting your stance.

Murdock coos mockingly. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Are you that eager to choke on Sir's cock?"

You sputter aggressively and smack his thigh, that blush spreading out to your ears and down your neck while you take his cock in your hand. “Shut up. This is your fault. All of it.”

“Oh, I do believe it’s yours, sweet thing. You did that.” He motions to his erection. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

He knows exactly what the fuck you're going to do about it, because that's what you always do, and you hate that he's essentially trained you into a cum addiction.

With little hesitation, you lean forward again and take his cockhead into your mouth, sucking lightly as your tongue greedily laps up that bead of pre from his slit. The groan you earn from him with that action is almost worth the lead-up to it. 

Almost.

You spend the next minute just giving attention to his tip, tongue swirling about while you gently suck, using your hands to spread saliva along his length and gently working his cock. It absolutely isn’t so you can gently play with his balls and make him keep leaking pre into your mouth. The Killer is content to watch you for now, murmuring under his breath about how pretty you always look with his cock in your mouth.

Eventually, you begin to take his length further and further into your mouth, slowly bobbing and testing your own limits with how deep you can take him on your own. The deeper you take him, however, the sharper the sounds he makes, thighs shifting beside your head. He’s gonna get impatient with you soon.

Good.

On a particularly deep bob, you feel his fingers curl into your hair and his tip brush the back of your throat unexpectedly. You gag slightly and draw back enough to look at him, only to freeze when you fully grasp that look he’s giving you.

Murdock’s eyes are so dark that they appear black, his face slightly flushed. He grins when you make eye contact, voice that low, hungry rumble that always seems to drag you down. 

“Sweetheart, we both know you can take more than that. Sir taught you that much.”

You whine around his dick, and the vibration makes him curse softly, thrusting into your mouth. The heavy weight of his cock on your tongue, of being used like this, is doing something to you; something you’ve been craving for a while.

When you swallow around him as he hits the back of your throat again, he growls and keeps himself there for a few seconds longer than you can handle. Tears sting your eyes when he finally releases you again, trying to catch your breath as your hands work over his length. “Sir-”

“Shhh.” he chides you quietly, applying that familiar pressure to the back of your head which encourages you to take him back into your mouth. “Just relax and let Sir fuck that pretty little mouth like you want him to.”

Need. Need is the word he’s looking for.

So, you do.

You relax into his grip and let him use your mouth like a cocksleeve, sucking intermittently and running your tongue over the bottom of his shaft and tip when you can. The hold he has on your head is tight but not punishing, however, you do struggle a bit out of instinct when he holds you on his cock. He’s just so fucking big-

“Always a good little cockslut for me, aren’t you, little thing?” He’s adjusted himself to sit up properly now, burying your nose in the soft curls of his pubic hair as he speaks. You gag on his length again but can’t deny how his praise causes that coil of arousal to curl in your gut. “Always so good for me, such an obedient little toy.”

His thrusts are speeding up, you realize faintly. Of course, it’s hard to think with his dick mildly cutting off your oxygen supply at random intervals, but the taste of him more than makes up for it. You don’t need to think right now. You need to be used.

You start to actively move with him now, eyes rolling uselessly behind your lids as tears and saliva dribble down your chin. Pre hits your tongue again and you suck hard, forcing Murdock’s thrusts to stutter as he swears loudly. He doesn’t even have to direct you like this, you know exactly what to do.

“Fuck. Sir’s trained you so fucking well, and you take his cock so fucking perfectly-” If you had more awareness right now, you’d be touching yourself, desperately bringing yourself to orgasm at the exact moment he cums down your throat. You’ve always loved doing that, but only ever with permission. You need permission.

“Such lewd little sounds from this filthy little mouth-” Murdock’s thrusts are desperate now, growling above you as you fuck yourself onto his cock as much as he sinks into your mouth. It’s a messy, lewd affair, and you don’t think you’ve ever really been this turned on from facefucking. He is absolutely going to let you ride him after this. It’s not negotiable.

It’s when you hear his voice devolve into a gruff snarling that you know he’s reaching his end. You’ll be ashamed of how excited you are after the fact. Right now, it doesn't matter. You need his cum inside you, no matter how you get it.

“You’ve been so good for Sir, haven’t you, sweet thing? Such a good little fucktoy-” His thrusts stutter heavily, deep and punishing. “Good little fucktoys get rewards for behaving so well, don’t they?”

You look up to him blearily as you squeeze his thighs so hard, you’re sure there will be bruises there later. You can’t speak, so you plead with your gaze, your body; hell, even your mind.

Please, please- you’ve been so good, you need it-

“You want it? Then fucking take it-”

He stops altogether and groans hotly, low and long, choking you on his cock just long enough for that first rope of cum to hit the roof of your mouth. The desperate little noise you make when you finally get what you’ve been craving isn’t lost on him even through his own haze.

“God, that’s it, pretty little thing, take it all. Just for you, only for you-”

He continues to mutter over you as he comes down from his high, panting quietly and running his fingers through your hair.

“So fucking perfect.” Murdock growls your praises, easing his cock out of the mess he’s made of your mouth. Your head droops for a variety of reasons, but the most important of them right now is how fucking flustered you are. You should not be this turned on from goddamn facefucking-

“Come on, Sweetheart, look at me. You know what Sir wants to see.”

The gentle brush of his thumbs against your jaw is all the encouragement you need, eyes fluttering open. Your pupils are blown wide, dried tear streaks covered over by fresh ones streaking down your cheeks. Tilting your head back to not lose what you’d earned down your chin, you open your mouth and show him what he wants to see.

His cum, thick on your tongue, glistening on your puffy, swollen lips. What a lovely sight, indeed.

With an appreciative hum, he brushes his thumb against your lower lip and leans in. “There you are, lovely, all messy and owned. You know what to do, Sweetheart.”

You do, and you do so, swallowing his cum without hesitation. What flashes across his face can only be described as possession, but it’s gone as soon as he blinks. You are more preoccupied with how he’s kissing you now, dragging you up into his lap.

Looks like you won’t be finishing the movie tonight after all.

#murder bastard 🗡 #murdock x reader #my writing #sucktember2022 #ego sucktember #gn!reader #i will not apologize #i am making this your problem

[cupids-cringe]

OK SO BEFORE I SHOW THE ALTERNATE DESIGNS FOR THE HLVRV HEADCANONS I WANNA SHOW OFF THIS IDEA I DEFINITELY STOLE FROM MERKLINS AND THAT WAS THAT SINCE OUT OF THE GAME PLAYER HAS NO INVENTORY ON HIM AND WOULD LIKELY HAVE A BAG TO STORE HIS TRINKETS

AND

YES!!!

YES HE WOULD!

i gave him a satchel with little wing decals that he stores all his cool trinkets and the occasional bird that sneaks in to hide all cozy and his crowbar- before he eventually gets told he can't take a WEAPON everywhere with him in the real world- thankfully theres no xen aliens here so not much reason for one anyway

AND WITH THAT OUT THE WAY, ONTO THE WAVE 1.5 OF MY HLVRV HEADCANONS

to start i have alternate designs for Player, Kittle Freeman and Loverboy which are edits of their drawings in the previous post and then i have Neo and Spork

i'm currently working on something else but i would LOVE to do characters like Darnold, Benry, Sleepless,,etc because accidental multiverse hoppers have a lot of family and of course the episode 2 Gordons

(notes and Neo & Sporks below)

Player

- literally just the HEV suit, used this as a base for Kittles design

Kittle

- made his hair a bit messier and more spiked in comparison to Players original hair

- a bit of blood and stuff splattered on him from how Kittle is definitely one of those players who would go killing random things hes spawned in after hes done and/or ‘got home from work and is going to take his frustrations out killing random ai and blowing stuff up’ without consequences (until yknow  the ais sentient   and theres consequences)

and also due to godmode would just go through the maps not taking any damage when he was shot at or activated a planned sequence but still getting splattered with blood

- the circuits on his eyes are also further down his body and suit and would spread faster and cover more when he gets angry or overwhelmed (for a while now i’ve liked to think the circuits can react to his emotions so something really strong like anger would make the circuits freak out and branch out more) 

Freeman

- based on his suit in In Your Dreams!! he matches with his family now!!

- the spiralling pattern on his cane is squid tentacle inspired and the paint glows in the dark cos i thought that was neat

- grey hairs,, unlike Doc its, unfortunately, stressed induced rather than a side effect of green goop

Loverboy

- so. many. PINS. this is still just a HANDFUL of his collection!

- his hairs filled with a lot more heart shaped curls and he often ties it in a lower ponytail or wears down, sometimes he puts hairclips and little decorations in it to match his pins!

- i think the several hundred hearts do a good job explaining themselves-

-and of course like B he has his name written on his earrings

NEW ADDITIONS: NEO AND SPORK!!!

Neo

- sort of mashed together 2 different refs i had of them and took the bone pattern from the trousers of the 2nd and instead turned it into a patch he stitched on, along with a clown patterned patch (this is specifically the clowngender xenogender flag)

- decided to make their hair a bit less spikey and more flowy ?

- pronoun badge!

- the shoes are based on his 1st design, the trousers are a little more blue just to try and break up all the dark greys and make the nails and shirt seem less out of place, kept the classic playstation hoodie

- his nails actually match with Swaps!

Spork

- i gave them earrings now- The one shown on the right (left??) ear is a pin and i did draw the other but it didn't look right as Sporks hair actually covers their ears so i drew over it

(and it was a lightbulb like on their hlvrv sprites)

- added a few more buttons to the cuffs of their shirt also

- i gave them a pocket with a notebook that they use for random notices, ideas and as a schedule diary

- (usually) safety pins worn are a way for the wearer to let people know they're a safe person for people who are often discriminated against or afraid, its a way to show you are safe, a symbol of solidarity and thats why i gave Spork one

#hlvrv headcanons #part 2! #hlvrv #cupids cringe #my art

[lesboygamzee]

Any examples about the gamtav artist thing?

i dont really want to give examples because i dont want to shit on specific artists even if they piss me off but i can elaborate on shit ive noticed . gonna get ranty so :

tl;dr : gamtav artists who are weird about gamzee and dont care about tavros have a weird way of characterising both which makes me very uncomfortable and im upset about it because im a little hater . and also because its gross and annoying

i feel like a lot of gamtav artists who just like gamzee and dont care much for tav make it pretty clear they just want gamzee to get what he wants forever and always . which is Bad . thats pretty vague still but yknow ..

they make tavros just kind of . there as a support to gamzee to kiss all his problems away and make him happy and dont really do much of the other way around ( and if they do its always gamzee being like ' [fucked up font] I WILL PROTECT YOU ' while also acting like a romantic relationship would fix tavs problems with .. romance related shit . because they dont want to see the actual issues tavros was going through because they dont care enough about her

obviously the soft non-confrontational accessory-to-another-character characterization of tav isnt specific to gamtav shippers . it is very unfortunately huge in the fandom . but its still very common with them despite it going against .. everything that makes the ship potentially interesting imo .

tavros isnt soft she doesnt go along with everything someone wants of her . especially not a highblood are you fucking insane . tavros should reject gamzee after that initial conevrsation she did not fucking reciprocate ( i dont care about your fanfic ! you arent fixing shit ! ) and even if she did she made it very clear she still didnt want that relationship because give her a fucking break man . if its gonna happen let her come back in a few sweeps when she has less shit to come to terms with and start it up on her terms thats fine . this is the best way of doing it for both of them . gamzee doesnt get to immediately get what it wants and tavros actually gets a fucking say in things . its not that hard to understand

even if it isnt as obvious with some artists its still There . gamzee is the main character focused on in the relationship because the artist just . really doesnt know enough about tavros to write about her further than ' gamzees [girl]friend who [vague traits about her that might not even be canon] ' . and they probably dont care .

they dont care that tavros should be more mean for her own good even if its just playful banter they dont care thered realistically be some conflict between the two if they were ever actually involved with eachothers lives to that extent they dont care that they characterize tavros the way shes expected to act by other characters and not how she actually does . they dont care that tavros is a character separate from the ship they have reduced her down to despite her having ONE ONSCREEN CONVERSATION with gamzee . two pesterlogs that make up one converaation . come on man

i was definitely being a little generalized with the whole ' you can ALWAYS tell super easy ' thing which i will admit i tend to do but really people who are weird about gamzee and dont care about tavros are just . very prominent in the fandom and there is an upsetting trend od how they porteay gamtav and how it spreads as if any of it is supported by canon .

theres not really a point to this i just really adore tavros shes my favourite ever and has been since her first pesterlog with dave ans it pisses me off to see how the fandom reduces her down to a horribly mischaracterized ship that is admittedly a huge comfort to me !! its upsetting !!

#i wrote this up last night when i was very fucking mad but yk what im right #let the bard speak

[sugarfortia]

If you ever wonder about my train of thought:

((Prime example under the cut))

-thinking about how i left the studio to eat even though i might not have had to bc the rules really arent all too strict. It’s more “dont be stupid and “at your own risk”. 

-looking over at the signs on the door, one says “no food or drink, etc.” 

-another sign is just paper hung w painters tape, its peeling off and warped. 

-wondering if all the caution signs can be consolidated/easier to read/better material/updated

-one sign says “door must remained closed at all times” a lot of studio doors have this 

-wondering if it’s a fire door/wall, and if for so how long? It doesnt look like a fire door 

-there are labeled firewall doors in the dorms, but they look more secure. This one has a gap at the bottom 

-thinking about how even if there is a gap, a small bit of fire underneath would take more time to spread, yeah? 

-big fires spread fast, little fires spread slowly 

-what do you fight fire with? Fire. 

-idk exactly what the saying implies, except that you have to use tactics that as dissimilar to your enemy’s

-but literally, the saying is false. Fire is used to fight fire on larger scales 

-”Fire can be used to fight forest fires, albeit with a certain amount of risk. A controlled burn of a strip of forest will create a barrier to an oncoming forest fire as it will use up all the available fuel.” 

-lol thats funny 

-if you were to create a quick, nonflamable/flameretardant throw up barrier to stop a fire from spreading further into a  hallway, would it work? Could two suffocate a fire? 

-do mlp magic shields stop fire. Can they suffocate a fire. 

-probs not, most dont repel oxygen 

-but they can repel certain things, such as agressors and not friends, etc. 

-so if a super strong shield was made to let no oxygen in or out, could it suffocate a fire

-what if theres someone IN the fire

-can magic pull them out and THEN start the shield? 

-but most fire situations are messy, you could be blind to things inside the fire-zone/ hard to see.

-but can mlp magic operate on a search and rescue level, aka: the magic itself spreads through an area and locates organisms/etc. 

-there are little examples of that in the mlp universe, maybe except finding another pony specifically or sending a beacon?? -we are making a new section/specialty of magic/ profession: fireponies 

-why not just firefighters?  

-bc they should also know how to fight w/ literal fire

-i imagine it is simple enough to get all ponies out of a burning building, then contain it with a shield and suffocate the fire. 

-earth ponies, pegasi AND unicorns all have roles and not JUST unicorns bc yknow. Messy. 

-but there is more to it than that. Equestria is short on firepower (eh. Eh. get it?) and tbh it would be good to have local defense systems in place, yeah? Not just “waiting till the mane six or their friends make it” 

-so. I am assuming that there are spells to create fire OR a spark, yes? Magical fire perhaps? 

-controlled burns could take out certain enemies,... maybe. Idk. most of the enemies are either 1) not actually enemies or 2) probably immune to fire … lmao. 

-whatever. Still a cool concept, and since equestrian forests need supervision, maybe there are controlled burns needed somewhere

-not in the everfree forest. Bad idea. 

-That would make an interesting ep tho if a fire got loose in that forest and all the critters came to ponyville/zecora’s

-i love applejack but man were they pony-racist to zecora. Downright shameful behavior

-applebloom should take over as one of the next elements. 

-wtf there’s a powertool under this bench

#mlp #adhd uhhh stuff #ideas #babbles

[personasintro]

Maybe you could do a drabble about that one eating out scene in ch 15 when jk was like yn is his breakfast yknow. It’s one of my favorite parts of the book since it was so cute how he treated her and picked her up and set her on the kitchen counter. There was fluff and and smut kinda in there idk it just drove me crazy lol. I just very much love this scene and it would be cool if we had an extended version of him eating his breakfast…yknow what i mean hahah

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, oral sex [female receiving]

word count: 1k+

a/n: you asked, I delivered <3 this is a drabble happening in the chapter 15

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“You’re disgusting.”

And you’re such a liar, Jungkook thinks as he arches his brow at your obvious lie. The familiar glint in your eyes is too evident and even though your mouth says something else, you’re not going to fool him.

On his knees right in front of you, while you’re sitting on the top of his kitchen counter which he lifted you onto just a minute ago, he doesn’t see any kind of protest on your side which tells him enough. You’re loving this just as much as he is.

Jungkook can’t quite explain the need to make you feel good. He’s a man, of course he gets horny and this deal happening between you is something new and different for him. For the both of you. But even though he had sex with other women over the years, it was still different. Just like having sex with someone who’s he in a relationship with, it feels very different because there are feelings involved and of course, he’s dating someone.

But you’re his best friend.

Someone who’s very attractive and he’s about to eat you out in his breakfast like it’s the most normal thing to do.

Pulling his boxers off you, he exposes your heat to his eyes and the air, getting a glimpse before he looks up at you and your big eyes full of expectation.

“Am I?” he asks, staring at those eyes of yours filled with lust and excitement. There’s still a hint of surprise in them, like you can’t believe he’s about to do this and it was totally unexpected but you can’t wait.

And he knows you’re recognizing that knowing look he’s giving you, not expecting you to answer. “Now spread those pretty legs for me.”

And you do. Right after he said it, welcoming him with open legs (literally) which he appreciates very much because he dives right in. He almost moans when his mouth finally touches your heat, tasting you as a surprised gasp leaves your mouth.

You’re so wet, Jungkook thinks as he licks a long stripe from your folds up to your clit where he stops, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud which makes you see stars.

Jungkook is too busy having his head buried between your thighs, but he hears the moans and gasps, your pretty mouth is leaving. He feels everything and he’s not even inside of you. He feels the way your pussy clenches repeatedly, your own hips bucking into his face slightly as you chase the pleasure his mouth is giving you.

You taste divine, making Jungkook let go of your clit and focus on your swollen heat that begs for more attention. And he gives it to you.

It’s messy, but he’s joining every second of it even when your juices wet his chin and entire mouth, everything he was unable to taste and swallow. You’re almost sliding off the counter, your hands bravely preventing you from it as your knuckles turn white from how tight you’re holding up yourself.

Jungkook recognizes the state you’re currently in, it’s not just you receiving the pleasure but he can feel you’re getting close. His fingers dig into your thighs and try to spread your legs a little bit more, so he gets enough room to dip the tip of his tongue inside you.

And it seems like it’s your final point because he barely puts it in, thrusting with the tip of his tongue only a few times before you let out the biggest moan.

“Fuck!” You’re close, so he does the same thing and groans against you, spreading your legs even further apart as he buries his face even more into you, his nose poking your clit.

And it all happens too quickly, it seems like it’s too much for you and you can’t bear more pleasure because you suddenly gasp and your legs shake a little.

“Kook, fuck!”

He feels you clenching around the tip of his tongue, Jungkook gently thrusting it in as he rides you through your orgasm. Once it seems like you’re stopping, he makes sure to lick all of your cum. He doesn’t see the way you’re biting your lip, trying to prevent yourself from whining from the overstimulation but it does feel too good to tell him to stop.

He cleans you up, slightly pulling away to check on you and once your eyes meet, he gives you the widest grin. His lips shine from your cum and so does his nose and chin. He looks messy, thanks to you and he can see the way your eyes dance across his whole face and you’re nowhere near disgusted. It’s like you can’t believe the sight in front of you, wanting to remember every deal of his face.

It’s your juices, cum and his spit mixed all together but fuck, does he look breathtaking. You almost want to go for another round which Jungkook would probably agree to right away, considering his half-hardened cock.

And you yelp, starting to slip down while staring at Jungkook with alarmed eyes but he’s quick to get onto his feet, stopping your body from sliding down his kitchen counter by pressing his body against yours. He holds you, staring at you with a smirk.

“Still think I’m disgusting?” he teases you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while the other one still holds you at your side.

“Hmm, kinda…” you tease him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. And then you stare at his lips but Jungkook purposely doesn’t move, not wanting to make the move and you notice it, your eyes flickering to his as he just raises his brow at you.

Rolling your eyes, Jungkook is pulled forward by your arms around his neck as you connect their lips together, mouths meeting in a messy and wet kiss. He’s sure you can taste yourself on his tongue but you’re dirty. So dirty that even Jungkook is surprised to see your new side every time.

But it’s okay, he can be patient. Especially when he gets to see you like this.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook au #jungkook x y/n #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #ask: mutual help #personasintro

[uppermocns-moved]

noooo how dare you further enable my shinso brainrot [fights the air]

no because i’m thinking of shinso and dabi bimbofying their partner whose normally quite smart [screams into fist] goodbye

this screams shinsou behavior. sometimes you just need a break, yknow? you’re exhausted – both your mind and body are overworked and you just want one night where people aren’t looking to you for direction.

shinsou breaks you slowly. he sits you on his lap and spreads you wide open, lazily smirking down at your clothed cunt before pressing his thumb into the raised bump of your clit. fifteen minutes pass of hitoshi just petting your cunt with his thumb, stroking from your clit to your slit until slick is seeping through the fabric. “there’s my pretty baby,” he would coo as you start humping his hand, “get these cute panties all messy for me, okay?”

of course, that isn’t permission to cum. hitoshi pulls his hand away when he feels you’re too close for his liking and lets you throb and try to hump the air. sometimes if you’re really pent up, the denial makes you cry, and watching the tears spill down your cheeks has hitoshi’s cock aching. he takes the slightest bit of pity on his pretty baby and pushes your panties aside, tucking two fingers into your cunt and skillfully prodding your g-spot so you can hear the wet sounds it makes. again, it’s still not permission to cum – he still needs you dumber.

hitoshi slips another finger inside you, curious to see just how much you can take stuffing your cunt, and spanks your clit just to hear you whimper. he eases you onto your knees and tells you to take his cock out without using your hands, which ends in you pathetically nuzzling his bulge and pleading for him to take it out. he stuffs your head so full of cock that you don’t have the room to think about anything else. then, when he’s balls-deep inside of you and bouncing you like the dumb toy you’ve become on his cock, you get to cum.

#i… i got carried away #tw dumbification #this isn’t quirk usage but it could be #shinsou hitoshi x reader smut #hitoshi shinsou x reader smut

[fweasleyswhore]

If you are taking requests for the kinkmas list, can I pretty please get, dry humping & humiliation kink for george 🥺 thank you! If not it’s completely fine, no worries!

Kinkmas Day 1:

Humiliation and Dry Humping

George Weasley - Get Off

a/n: I have already told you but this is so hot and it was really fun to write, thank you for this request <3 I know its a few days late but ofc right after I got excited for kinkmas I got my period and its hard to write when I cant stop crying and hurt hella bad lmao - all good now tho

pairing: george weasley x gender neutral reader (mentions reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns)

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, humiliation/degradation, dry humping, p short my b

Fuck. It had been all day. An entire day of purposeful brushes, small touches, dirty words, and then, nothing. Strutting through the halls of the castle I couldn’t deny the burn that spread through my entire body. All-day, all damn day, George had been teasing me. And now I could not find him. 

The only thing stopping me from heading to my dorm and fixing the problem myself were his words. 

“Hold out for me sweetheart, tonight I want to show you the stars.” The words echoed through my head again making a shiver run down my spine. The words he whispered to me during herbology followed by a light smack on my ass fueled the fire I now felt all over. I had scoured the entire castle after dinner, starting in his dorm and then everywhere else. I even checked the library but to no avail. I decided I would try the last few places before I completely gave up. It was by no doubt after curfew by now, and I didn’t mind disobeying George if I literally couldn’t find him. 

Trudging up the stairs to the astronomy tower I played with the hem of my skirt. If I focus hard enough I could almost feel George’s hands raking up my thighs, a feeling that I craved so badly right now. 

Making it to the top of the tower I gingerly pushed open the door, a soft plush mattress sat on the floor, covered with an immense amount of blankets and the soft glow from a few floating candles surrounding the area. I felt my breath hitch as my eyes trailed to the lanky ginger boy laying on the bed. 

“What is this?” I asked softly. His head popped up at the sound. His eyes were dark but his face adorned a giddy smile that made me weak knowing I was the cause. 

“Well, I did say I wanted to show you the stars now didn’t I?” He said in a cocky voice, his head cocked on the side. 

I felt my cheeks heat up as guilt panged my stomach. “Oh Merlin, I’m an idiot aren’t I?”

“Maybe, but you’re my idiot.” He said plainly. I couldn’t help but smile at the boy, laying down slightly, propped up on his elbows, legs spread. His school sweater was nowhere in sight, and his tie laid untied around his shoulders. He looked delicious, and I needed him. 

“I wasn’t aware I belonged to you,” I said lightly, sauntering over to him I watched the way his smile fell and had to hide my own smile as I plopped down next to him on the bed. 

“After everything I did to you today you still want to be a brat?” He asked pulling himself up and looking at me like a predator would his prey. 

“I have no idea as to what you are talking about.” I lied cooly. I was thankful for the dark lighting hiding what I assume to be a dark blush coating my features. 

He sighed and pulled his tie off of his shoulders. His hands rung the fabric, tightening around it for a moment so his veins popped out ever so slightly. The sight made my desire deepen and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling my wetness begin to pool as the day’s events caught up to me. 

“What you are doing says differently sweetheart,” He didn’t look at me as he spoke, opting to continue to play with his tie. “What you are doing is telling me that you’re a misbehaving whore who needs to be put in their place.” He finally looked at me. The tie in his hands now was pulled into an intricate knot that had two loops similar to handcuffs. 

“I watched you today, I watched you rub your thighs together in potions like you wanted me to bend you over right there.” His words had my mouth dry and my pussy drenched. I had no words or cheeky comeback as he watched me with dark hungry eyes. Every word sending me closer to the edge. “I watched how after every interaction we had you grew more desperate, you may say you don’t belong to me but your body sure does, and by the end of the night your mind will too.” 

I opened my mouth to shout something back but before I could his lips met mine in a wet sloppy kiss. His hands soon found my waist and hoisted me up onto his lap, straddling him. From the new angle, our kisses grew more heated and synced. His hands trailed down my waist to my hips, he pushed me down rutting his hips into mine. I felt his clothed bulge grind straight into my core and I didn’t hold back the moan that erupted from my chest. He took that moment to stick his tongue in my mouth, I didn’t bother fighting him with my own, I continued to grind into him sucking on his tongue. He squeezed my hips and pushed up again in sync with my own rhythm I had set that felt amazing. I pulled back letting out a high-pitched whine. 

“Look at you saying you’re not mine but falling apart before I have even properly touched you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were soaking, no one else can do this to you, you’re my whore.” I simply nodded at his words. Too caught up in the pleasure he was giving me to formulate a proper response. “Do you think I could get you off on my thigh? Do you think you could get off by humping my thigh like a worked up whore?” I buried my head in his neck, continuing to rut my hips into him as he spoke I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, and the thought of having to stop to situate myself on his thigh seemed counterproductive. 

“N-No.” I barely whispered. “Don’t need to.” His hand trailed up my side and behind my head, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling harsh enough to pull my head back but not enough to hurt me. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes. The devilish smile plastered on his face told me he was enjoying me falling apart on his lap. 

“Gonna cum from this?” He asked pushing his hips into mine with force. I whined, nodding as much as I could with his hand in my hair. 

“Yes, god yes,” I said hastily. The knot in my stomach was fraying at the ends, beginning to fall apart or snap any second. “Please Georgie, need to cum, need to cum now,” I begged. 

I watched as his smile fell into a more serious expression, the hand on my hip grew a tighter grip as he spoke. “Say it, slut. So eager for me, about to cum without me touching you, admit it. You’re mine.” His voice was a few octaves deeper than normal and slightly hoarse. His words pushed only further at the knot in my stomach which was moments away from unraveling. 

“I’m yours, all yours Georgie. Please let me cum, please let your whore cum for you.” I begged, rutting my hips harder. I screwed my eyes shut, willing my every fiber to wait for his permission. 

“Cum for me.” I fell apart in his lap. Panting out broken ‘thank you’s, and blinking away tears. He released my hair and my head fell forward onto his chest, I slowed down my hips and soon enough my breath followed suit. 

“Yknow, I was joking when I said that I didn’t belong to you,” I said breathlessly. I felt his chest rumble against my forehead as he laughed, one hand running up and down my back soothingly. 

“I know, I just wanted you to know you couldn’t get away with that.” He whispered in my ear. I picked my head up gingerly, looking into his lust-filled eyes. 

“Can you do something for me?” I asked quietly, trailing a hand up his chest. He hummed in response causing me to let the smile I was trying to hide slip onto my lips. “Prove to me your mine.”

“Oh, you are in for it now.” I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my lips as he pushed me down onto my back, towering over me. 

Tonight would be a long night.

[crimsonbubble]

WAIT, YOU DO VALORANT REQUESTS?? OKAY OKAY. CONSIDER THIS ONE :

Reader (they/them) is in a situationship with Yoru (it's pretty clear they both like each other, but no one has conffessed yet).

We all know how cocky Yoru can get. What if one day Phoenix was teasing Yoru for liking Y/N and Yoru just gets tired and lies to Phoenix that he actually hates Reader or something like that?

AND WHAT IF READER OVERHEARS AND TAKES YORU'S WORDS TO HEART? DISTANCING THEMSELVES AND JUST RETHINKING EVERYTHING?

WOULD YORU APOLOGISE? HOW WOULD HE DO IT?

FLUFF ENDING PLEEEEAAAASSEEEEE

If you can't write this prompt, it's okie! Take care! 💖

cw. hurt/comfort, gn!reader, yoru being emotionally constipated *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[yoru my beloved <33 i hope this suits your tastes 🤞🤞]

you were too caught up in your head as you listened to your footsteps echo quietly in the empty corridor. you made you way into the main room, quietly slipping into the kitchen as you listened in on the rant that phoenix had started with yoru. you rested your hand on the tap, trying to keep quiet as you listened.

"oh come on, you know you like them. admit it." yoru grumbled, running his hand through his hair.

"phoenix, this is the last time I'm saying this. no, I don't like them. they're fucking annoying and not my type." upon hearing that, you hurried to fill your water bottle and make your way back to your room.

yoru heard you slam the tap down, sitting up as you rushed back down the corridor. his eyes followed your figure as you walked away, a sudden tightness spreading across his chest. he fell back against the couch, his head in his hands as he can't believe how badly he fumbled with his words.

phoenix smacked yoru upside the head, shaking his head disapprovingly. "this is what happens when you don't watch your mouth. this is your problem, fix it."

you slammed the door closed behind you, trying to take deep breaths as you sat on the edge of your bed. your lower lip wobbled, a stray tear cascading down your cheek. you lay down in bed, hiding your face in the pillow as you attempted to steady your breathing.

you spent the next few days avoiding him and you were doing a damn good job at it, it made yoru frustrated. over the days you've spent ignoring him, yoru spent his free hours creating a gift basket.

with that, he bid yoru goodnight, walking down the hallway just like you did. yoru felt tears burn in his eyes as he sank further into the couch, he let out a huff before making his way to his room.

he managed to fill it with your favorite snacks, candy, drinks, and a handwritten letter. the basket sat in his room, a constant reminder of how hard you're working to avoid him. yoru sat at the foot of his bed, fiddling with the letter.

he felt stupid writing a letter but it was the easiest way to say the things he was afraid to. he put the card back in the basket, carefully taking it with him as he made his way to your room. sage will kill him if he finds him in the girl's dorm after hours, so he had to be quick.

just as he approached the door, a soft voice called for him. he nearly dropped the basket as he jumped back. "I can explain-" yoru carefully set the basket down.

"go on then." sage crossed her arms, staring at him deadpanned as yoru stumbled over his words. she eyed the basket, seeing the letter with your name and a heart on it. "yknow what? nevermind, just make it quick." sage gave yoru a small wink before making her way to her room. sage let out a breathy laugh as she saw the array of snacks, all of the ones you liked.

yoru quietly knocked on your door, carefully pushing it open. his eyes softened as he saw the small collection of arcade machine plushies he's won you, sitting on the empty side of your bed. yoru set the basket on your desk, his eyes tracing over your features. he made his way to your bedside, crouching down to push the hair out of your face. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, trying to make his way back to his room before he was caught.

you grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back. he stumbled a bit, watching with questioning eyes as you tugged him closer, peeking up at him through sleepy eyes. yoru smiled softly, caressing your face. "don't worry, you'll see me tomorrow. go back to sleep."

you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes as you looked around the room, spotting the basket yoru had put on your desk just hours ago. you felt arms tightening around you, freaking out for all but four seconds before you recognized the tuft of blue and black hair against your pillows.

he tried to stand again, but you tugged him down harder, shuffling back in bed to give him space. he watched as you only tugged at his shirt, a soft pout playing at your lips. his heart warmed as he finally laid down in bed beside you. you immediately snuggled into his warmth, wrapping yourself around him. yoru kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back as he finally fell asleep with you in his arms.

sage quietly knocked on your door, peeking in to see that you were awake. a smile made its way onto her face, watching how you combed your fingers through his hair as you sat against the headboard. "I suggest you read the letter. I'm sure yoru put a lot of effort into it." sage left quietly as you peered over at your desk.

you watched as sage closed the door, slowly climbing off your bed to pad over to the basket. you sat down in your desk chair, scanning over the large selection of snacks and drinks. you picked up the letter, looking back at him as he slept in your bed. you lean back in your chair, wincing as it squealed under your movements.

your heart is pounding in your chest and your smile unable to leave your face as you read the letter. by now yoru had woken up, freaking out for a second at the unfamiliar surroundings, until he saw you at your desk. his heart is pounding in his chest and he almost thinks it's loud enough for you to hear it.

you spun in the chair, looking at him with such a soft smile and watery eyes it made his heart clench. he got out of bed as you stood from your chair. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a quick peck on his cheek. "I love you too."

yoru's heart was soaring as he wrapped his arms around you, eyes lining with tears. "I'm sorry. please don't ignore me like that." you pressed a kiss to his lips, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. "as long as you don't act like an idiot, again."

"I'm your idiot, now."

#bubbly speaks <3 #bubbly writes <3 #ash answers #valorant x reader #valorant yoru #yoru x reader #valorant yoru x reader #valorant imagines #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant yoru imagines

[firelxdykatara]

gods, ok, apparently i’m not done.

atla fandom? we need to have a chat.

(....ok that made me sound pretentious as fuck. and maybe i am, but this needs to be said, cause i’m getting....real, real tired of a Certain Corner of this fandom and as a result, this is gonna be a discourse-heavy post so feel free to scroll past if that’s not your bag. as always, my salt posts all carry the catch-all #salt for ts tag, which you’re free to blacklist/filter at your leisure. i’m Very Annoyed at the moment, which will probably come through in the following post, so just. yknow. be prepared for that. or ignore it, that’s perfectly valid too.)

under a cut bc i do care for my followers and their sanity i swear lmao

there’s a real serious issue in this fandom with not understanding what queer terminology actually means or implies, especially when applied to a fictional narrative.

i’m specifically talking about ‘coding’, here. (if i were in a more meme-y mood, i might have said ‘the atla fandom found out about the term “gay-coding” and haven’t shut up since’.)

to the people who say ‘zuko is gay-coded’, i have this to say: you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. because he isn’t. i’m sorry, but he’s not! and the fact that this is such a prevalent claim in this fandom is distressing, bc it says to me that none of y’all know what gay-coding is or when and how to apply it! please, i’m begging you, go and look up these terms and what they mean and when they should be used before actually trying to plug them into your critical analysis, because when you misuse them and then call other people delusional for disagreeing with you it casts a pall over the entire fandom and is, i think, the root of some of the worst toxicity this fandom has to offer.

and the thing is, there are cases where gay-coding would apply--for instance, a couple series that are famous for queerbaiting their audience by coding their main characters as being attracted to one another (sometimes even despite their openly stated sexualities) come to mind, but those shows bare no similarities at all to atla and how zuko was written and portrayed! (and it would be funny, if it weren’t so obnoxious and infuriatingly wide-spread throughout the fandom, because the only queer couple we actually seen on-screen in either show wasn’t even queer-coded in any respect, and they’re canonically bi! [yes, i’m shading korrasami, or more accurately i’m shading bryke for refusing to give ka the build-up and development they deserved].)

this absolutely isn’t to say that headcanoning zuko as gay is a bad thing or invalid in any respect. (although the tendency for zukka shippers to do this specifically to keep zuko away from katara and/or invalidate his canon relationship/attraction to girls is more than a little eyebrow raising. especially since sokka is usually allowed to be bi, bc fans have no problem letting sukka stay in the background bc it’s no real threat, while jetko shippers are happy to have both boys be bi. [possibly bc katara is less a threat to jetko bc jetkotara is every bit as valid as any single ship between the three, but zukka can’t exactly let katara join in, and if the potential exists for zuko to be attracted to her then canon giving them the far deeper emotional bond becomes a threat to zukka’s existence? idk for sure--you be the judge.]) i prefer to hc zuko as bi (and always have, long before the atla renaissance), bc i don’t think zuko being attracted to boys is outside the realm of possibility, and it isn’t a threat to my ship since zuko&katara had a deep and emotional bond in canon that is very easy to develop further into something that becomes explicitly romantic--but the headcanon itself isn’t really the problem (although what it’s often in service to can be).

it’s the strange insistence that this is the only way to read his character, bc he was coded that way and so anyone who doesn’t see it must be too straight to understand--and i really shouldn’t have to say why and how that is so incredibly fucking insulting. (the ‘hetero lenses’ comment wasn’t cute when it came from bryke six years ago, and the same sentiment being repackaged and delivered by zukka shippers ain’t cute now.)

calling zuko gay-coded not only demonstrates ignorance as to what the term actually means, and how to usefully apply it in critical analysis, but also validates the frankly bullshit insertion of institutionalized homophobia in the world of atla where it was neither needed, nor wanted, nor ever hinted at in canon. as a queer woman i’m still infuriated by one fucking comic panel shoving institutionalized and systemic homophobia into a world where it was entirely unnecessary (and doing this in the first installment of the franchise showcasing a queer relationship??? making korra and asami worried about ‘coming out’ when they could have just gone on to have cute adventures together and tell people ‘hey we’re dating’ and have everyone else be ‘that’s awesome =DDD’ [because it is, in fact, possible to just have a world without homophobia i promise!!!!!] double yikes, i’m still pissed at bryke about it), and i doubly hate that ‘zuko is gay coded’ has become so widespread that ‘ozai hates him bc he’s gay’ has become a staple in that part of the fandom.

not only does making zuko gay and implying (or outright stating) that ozai hated and abused him because of it completely undermine zuko’s character arc by making his abuse about his sexuality rather than ozai’s toxic pride and anger at seeing himself reflected in his ‘weak’ son, but it comes very close to outright stating that abuse and trauma are inherently gay experiences, and they aren’t!!! they really aren’t, i promise!!!

abuse and trauma narratives exist outside of ‘my dad hates me because i’m gay’. and, quite frankly, there are MORE THAN ENOUGH queer trauma narratives out in the world. we do not need to start trying to retroactively make them canon in a series where they didn’t exist! if you’re gay and see yourself in zuko and project your own experiences on him, that’s understandable and valid. that does not make zuko gay-coded. and honestly, the insistence that he is makes very little sense to me, because you’re essentially trying to give the show credit for work you put into interpreting the characters! why would you want to do that? why not own your own headcanons and take credit for them, rather than insisting they are canon and everyone else is wrong for not seeing them??? like, i’ve said before that i’ve always headcanoned zuko (and katara) as bi, and even support it with my interpretations of evidence from the show, but the difference between ‘i think zuko is bi’ and ‘zuko is definitely gay-coded’ is that i know that bi zuko is my interpretation of canon, and that it is work i’m putting into the show that wasn’t actually intended by the creators/writers, no matter how much sexual tension i read into the jetko swordfight.

and like, zuko’s character arc doesn’t actually parallel a queer one all that well to begin with. it’s easy enough to do the work and twist it sideways just enough to make the general points fit, but the fact is, zuko’s arc is not one of self-discovery. it’s not one of coming to understand something fundamental about himself that he can’t change, that he was hated for, and coming out to his father in a dramatic confrontation where he shows that he understands himself and doesn’t need his father’s acceptance to be fulfilled.

zuko’s arc is actually one of trauma and healing. and those can (and often are--like i said, there are more than enough queer trauma narratives in the world, atla really doesn’t need to be one of them) be part of queer narratives, for sure! but they aren’t uniquely queer. and zuko’s confrontation with ozai during the eclipse doesn’t read like a ‘coming out’ at all. (yes, i’ve seen that post. yes, i rolled my eyes and moved on, bc unlike some people, i’m capable of not clowning on correctly tagged posts i disagree with.) zuko is specifically confronting ozai over his abuse, because his arc wasn’t about discovering anything fundamental about himself (and therefore realizing that ozai was hating him for something he couldn’t change)--it was about realizing that he was not at fault for the way his father treated him. it was also about realizing that the fire nation was broken and corrupt at its core, and that his father was an aspect of that he needed to break away from so that he could help the world begin to heal.

he says it himself:

Zuko: No, I've learned everything! And I've had to learn it on my own! Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history. And somehow, the War was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an amazing lie that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation. They don't see our greatness. They hate us! And we deserve it! We've created an era of fear in the world. And if we don't want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.

making this about zuko being gay and rejecting ozai’s homophobia, rather than zuko learning fundamental truths about the world and about his home and about how there was something deeply wrong with his nation that needed to be fixed in order for the world to heal (and, no, ‘homophobia’ is not the answer to ‘what is wrong with the fire nation’, i’m still fucking pissed at bryke about that), misses the entire point of his character arc. this is the culmination of zuko realizing that he should never have had to earn his father’s love, because that should have been unconditional from the start. this is zuko realizing that he was not at fault for his father’s abuse--that speaking out of turn in a war meeting in no way justified fighting a duel with a child.

is that first realization (that a parent’s love should be unconditional, and if it isn’t, then that is the parent’s fault and not the child’s) something that queer kids in homophobic households/families can relate to? of course it is. but it’s also something that every other abused kid, straight kids and even queer kids who were abused for other reasons before they even knew they were anything other than cishet, can relate to as well. in that respect, it is not a uniquely queer experience, nor is it a uniquely queer story, and zuko not being attracted to girls (which is what a lot of it seems to boil down to, at the end of the day--cutting down zuko’s potential ships so that only zukka and a few far more niche ships are left standing) is not necessary to his character arc. nor does it particularly make sense.

(and before anyone brings up his date with jin--a) he enjoyed it when she kissed him, and b) he was a traumatized, abused child going out on a first date. of course he was fucking awkward. have you ever met a teenage boy????)

anyway, uh, that was a lot of words, so have a tl;dr: zuko is not gay-coded. there is nothing uniquely gay (or even uniquely queer) about his character arc or characterization, and he was certainly not coded gay in an attempt to sneak a queer character past the censors. if anyone involved with atla was gonna try that, it would’ve been in lok, and as established, they didn’t even manage to queer-code the actual queer relationship before the last few minutes of the final episode. headcanoning zuko as gay is absolutely fine (though if it’s only done to keep him away from female characters he may otherwise be attracted to, that smells more like misogyny than anything else), but insisting that this reading is the only one that makes sense, and anyone who doesn’t agree must be straight (hello, queer woman here making this insanely long thinkpiece) is very much not.

ship what you like, but stop trying to invalidate other ships and other interpretations of characters just to make your ship seem more plausible. it’s really not a good look.

#atla #zuko #zukka salt #more like zukka shipper salt #atla fandom salt #salt for ts #zuko is not gay coded and im so so tired of seeing that argument in this fandom #it's fine as a hc but it's not canon and was never remotely intended and his arc isn't particularly evocative of a gay narrative #long post #queer things

[vampcubus]

Also yknow that lube that fizzes? I bet izuku would go fuckn crazy with that shit on his dick as you give him a hand job pff. Pleasure mountain~

He had been anxious to try the product at first, looking at you with uncertain green eyes as you gushed about the 'fizzing lube' you'd picked up to try out. But Izuku was always nervous whenever you brought new things into the bedroom, and half of the time he ended up enjoying them more than he thought he would. So what would it hurt?

His back nearly arches off the bed when the liquid touches his dick, his entire length beginning to tingle as you spread the fizzy stuff all over him. It resembled the carbonated tingles in the back of your throat when you drank soda, but this time it was as if that feeling enveloped his aching cock with pleasurable pins and needles. And you only offered him a chuckle, hand starting at a steady pace I've his heated flesh.

Izuku all but writhed as the heavenly grip of your soft hand tightened and squeezed where you knew he liked it most, a thin string of drool already pooling at one corner of his lips as big round green eyes watch in awe as your finger slip and slide over his cock. The tingles only intensified the more you rubbed him.

"Sooooo? How does it feel?" You sang curiously though he was hardly able to think straight let alone reply coherently. Still, he tried, falling right into a trap he otherwise would have seen straight through had he been staring at your devilish face and not your hand jerking him off.

"I- it feels um... it- hnnn oh god fuck don't- AhhhH! God it feels like-" Izuku bites down hard on his lip as suddenly your hand's pace changes from steady to vigorous and his hips buck, cock leaking, face so red it's bordering on purple. It felt like he was fucking melting.

"Y-you're doing this on purpose!" The green haired boy whined, giving you a pouty, flustered look, sweat dripping from his brow and his whole body shaking. The leftover lube was dripping down over his balls and he swore all the muscles in his body seized up to cum- only for your hand to drift away, mercilessly tearing his orgasm from his grasp.

"Y/N- baby please, d-don't edge me I can'tttt it's so goood, lemme cum? Please?" Izuku pleaded, oh so quickly, for he was so weak when it came to being denied your delicious touch. And though the angel of a man deserved everything, you, an often generous but always playful mistress only gave him a dark look, that glint in your eyes making him sweat.

"Awww~ but I'm not done playing with you yet, 'Zuku," you cooed, hands squishing his freckled cheeks teasingly. You climbed up further to rest closer between those gorgeous muscular thighs of his, lips tracing the freckles of his inner thighs and your breath fanning out over his twitching cock. Your hand wrapped around his shaft again and you began to stroke him again, pouring on a little more lube just for fun and he tremors beneath your touch as the tingles spread.

"Oh... fuck, mo... o hahhhh~ put more on, baby~" Izuku softly pleads, his eyes drifting from your hand around his pulsating cock to meet your eyes. He was always such a good beggar, so polite~ so needy, so greedy for more and more of you. He was your horny little baby and he'd scream until his throat was raw if you so wished.

So you listened, lathering on an excessive amount of the fizzling lube, even slathering it over his balls and slotting a finger between his freckled ass cheeks to teasingly circle the ring of muscle with the tingly liquid. He whimpered loudly, feet planting on the covers as he desperately nudged his hips into your fingers. Having your smooth fingers lovingly stroking and curling inside of him as you played with his cock was undoubtedly a fantasy he'd been wanting to try. Izuku knew he would last a moment and you wouldn't let him cum, but he didn't care he wanted it so bad.

To his shocked delight he didn't even have to ask, because you pressed a finger inside of his clenching insides anyways. Izuku's teeth released the death grip on his lip as he squealed, loud and unashamed as your finger tip explored, only to whine when you fled. Only to gather more of the fizzling lube drooling down the sides of his painfully hard cock and press the heavenly liquid into his ass.

oh god oh god oh my god- His entire body was shuddering, tongue flopping out of his gaping mouth as you slickened him up from the inside out. it was tingling, everything was tinglinggg~ it's everywhere- oh godddd I'm gonna melttt.

The tip of his dick was weeping pre at this point, his salty essence mixing with the components of the lube. Your free hand grasped him again and he tossed his head back against the pillow. "AHHHN- ohhh!" He practically sobbed, eyes dotting at the corners with tears.

He was panting like a hound now, his scarred hands fisting the sheets and the pillow beneath his head for something to ground himself.

You pressed another finger inside of his greedy hole and he all but cried out in ecstasy, losing control over his body as he began to fuck himself onto your tingling digits.

"You're so pretty like this, Izuku, I dare say I wish we'd tried this sooner. Hnnn I'm soaked just from watching you, clenching around nothing because my body can't handle how sexy you are." Your eyes are half-lidded and cloudy, your cheek squished against his freckled thigh against the side of your face as your hands continued to pleasure him. Your praise goes straight to his cock, and you swear you can feel it surge against your sticky palm, his eyes staring wide at the ceiling in awe.

no no no- I can't handle that please, not that! You'd both discovered your compliments did magical things to his body, and hearing you coo and purr about all the things you loved about him only made him cum faster.

Your hands sped, your fingers suddenly curling to press against his prostate, and Izuku actually screamed.

"FUCK!" Izuku wailed, following up his passionate exclamation with even more expletives, all whispery and ragged as his voice fought to be heard. “C-cum I wanna cum please! Oh my goddd, Y/N lemme- hahhh~”

“Shhh, darling, you’ll get to cum when I say.” You purred into his ear, one again flicking open the cap of the fizzing lube.

#thirsty thursday #n/sfw #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #come and get y’all juice

[superhero--imagines]

A/N: I liked this request so much, I’m making it into a (short) series. Maybe three/four parts. This is mostly going to be a comedy, so feel free to leave any critiques you have in the comments! If you want to be tagged for the series just lmk!

You met Nightwing first. You were a hostage during a bank robbery that had gone bad. Not that you were worried, you were sure any second now a superhero would come bursting through that door to save the day.

This is the third time this week you’ve been inconvenienced by a villain. You pull out your textbook. All these villains are really starting to get in the way of your study schedule.

If you’re going to be stuck here for a while, you might as well catch up on studying for your test. You can’t have read more than ten pages when Nightwing comes bursting down from the ceiling.

Hooray, at long last your hero has arrived.

You’re about to pack up your things and get ready to leave when you notice someone’s holding a book out to you.It’s Nightwing in all his glory, scanning the cover of you book.

He looks younger than you had thought, in fact you can even see a few dots of acne on the sides of his face. He’s so close you can smell his aftershave too.

“Gotham university? Cool! I go th-“ suddenly his mouth clamors shut. “I-I mean, it’s really good to see more woman getting a good education and developing themselves” it’s a weird compliment, especially considering women in this city tend to be more educated than men considering the Wayne Foundation’s work. But you don’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“Thanks” You take your book back and head on your way. It’s only later that night when you’re about to wind down for the night finishing the chapter you started during the bank robbery, that you notice Nightwing autographed the cover

“What does he expect me to do? Tear of the cover and frame it?” You shake your head, but you can’t help but laugh. What a funny man.

You meet Dick Grayson shortly after. Well, meet is the wrong word. You’d say it was more like Dick Grayson met you.

You always knew of him, everyone did. He’s the school’s golden boy after all. All dimpled smiles, and shiny baby blue eyes, he had a legion of women trailing after him everywhere he went.

A golden boy who, for some reason chose to sit next to you in the 10 a.m lecture course, abandoning his usual spot surrounded by his fan girls.

You usually sit in the middle, not too close, and not to far. An inconspicuous place, for a person who doesn’t want to attract too much attention.

“Woah is that Nightwing‘s autograph?” The golden boy’s grinning as he looks at your text book. You can feel the eyes bore into you. “How did you get it?”

“I was a hostage in a bank robbery” the words leave your mouth in a monotone. It’s only after you’ve said it that you realize you have most of the classes attention now.

Right, inconspicuous.

“Are you okay? That must have been pretty rough.” Another classmate asks, her names Cassie or Cassandra or something. Almond shaped eyes bore into you as you shrug.

“Stuff like that happens all the time in Gotham, it isn’t that big of a deal”

Everyone in class thinks you’re super cool after that.

“Hey (Y/N), you wanna join our study group?” It’s a few of the girls from your class, Cassandra the girl from earlier, and a blonde name Stephanie. You know her name because she’s always getting called on by the professor for not paying attention.

You’ve seen them hanging out together before, and you found yourself a little jealous of their friendship. Maybe the three of you can be friends like that too.

“Sure”

The night air is warm, it’s hard to believe it will be fall in a few more weeks.

“This humidity is crazy” Dick says rubbing his neck.

It’s even harder to believe the golden boy is walking next to you too.

When you showed up at the apartment in the nicer part of campus, you weren’t expecting to see Dick open the door. You should have realized, of course Dick’s friends with the coolest girls on your class. And of course they host their study group out of his apartment. Being Bruce Wayne’s adopted son certainly comes with it perks. His apartment was so fancy, it had a chandelier in the foyer.

Still it was kinda fun. Though honestly calling it a “study group” was going too far. It was basically ten minutes of studying and two hours of chatting. Then all of a sudden Stephanie and Cassandra wanted snacks and alcohol. Frowning as they rummaged through Dick’s kitchen only to find cereal and milk.

And that’s how you ended up here, walking side by side with the golden boy himself. You’re walking on the outskirts of campus in the nicer part of town, heading towards the convenience store.

You’re not really sure why he had to come along, probably because it isn’t safe to walk alone so late at night.

“So you met Nightwing huh?” Dick says to break the awkward silence. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. He’s weirdly obsessed with that hero.

“Yeah, why are you a fan?” You ask, you don’t miss the slight blush that forms on his face.

“Kinda yeah, what was he like?” His eyes are bright as he looks at you, the blush only creeping onto his face further. You think back, it was a brief encounter, you didn’t really think anything of it.

“He has acne” You can tell by the look on Dick’s face that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Y-yeah and what’s wrong with that? It must be from stress, and it must be hard keeping a good diet when you’re fighting crime all the time.” Dick’s flustered. He’s getting awfully defensive for a complete stranger.

Suddenly it hits you like a lightening bolt. The golden boy had a crush on Nightwing. You totally get it, all those muscles in that skin tight suit, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little turned on yourself just thinking about it. You steal another glance of his blushing face. If anyone has a chance with Nightwing it’s Dick. Who wouldn’t be weak to that smile and charm? You totally ship it.

You place a hand on his shoulder, baby blue eyes meet your own. You’re looking at him with such serious eyes, he wonders if you’re going to tell him something reassuring about acne or how Nightwing is an an amazing hero.

“I support you.” You tell him with a thumbs up.

Richard has no idea what you’re talking about, but he doesn’t want to embarrass you.

Then all at once it hits him, like a lightening bolt. (The sane lightening bolt that struck you a few minutes prior) He must have given away that he’s Nightwing! You’re really smart, he’s noticed you’re name on the dean’s list almost every semester.

But how’d you figure it out?

His hand flutters to the side of his face, fingertips brushing over the few pimples that popped up last week. You must have realized who he was since the acne spot matched the place it was on Nightwing!

He stares at the thumbs up you gave him. this must be you showing support for his vigilante activities!

He feels his eyes water slightly as he nods. He’s always known you were a gentle and kind soul. But he can’t believe you’re supportive as well, he feels himself falling even further in love with you.

“Would you mind keeping it a secret?, it’s good to know I have a friend like you to support me but not everyone does, yknow?” You nod, he’s Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. It makes sense those old-money geezers have narrow minded views on love. They probably want him to be with a nice girl from a wealthy family.

It must have been so painful for him growing up, hiding who he really was. Wishing he could just be loved the way he is, but knowing deep down that there were parts of him those people would never accept. Your heart aches for him.

“Don’t worry, just follow your dreams, I’ll keep your secret!” There’s fire in your eyes, and Dick brushes away the tears that have formed in the corner of your eyes.

The two of you board the miscommunication train without another thought, walking side by side with completely different interpretations of the conversation you just shared.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom when you get back, after heaving two large bags of snacks onto the dining room table.

Stephanie looks at Dick expectantly when she hears the bathroom door shut.

“So how’d it go? Did you guys get closer?” She practically bouncing as a smile spreads across Dick’s face.

“You know, I think we did!” He’s practically beaming, his grin so wide it almost consumes his face. Stephanie lets out a squeal and Dick laughs.

Well you two are closer now, but not for the reason he thinks.

You’re washing your hands, taking in your reflection. You’re not really sure why, but you have this feeling that school’s going to get a lot more interesting now.

#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #bruce wayne imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dc comics #batman imagines #red hood imagine #superhero imagines #dick grayson imagines #dick gryason imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing headcanon #nightwing imagine #superhero--imagines

[edenleicester]

OK SO HI i dont use tumblr a ton but my brother (ik he sees everything u posts so hey look i did it) sends me a ton of your stuff and i am a shinonome liker and am the Other person still thinking about classpects in the year of our lord 2022 SO i wanted to first of all say ur art is *chefs kiss* i cant wait for more (well i can wait art takes time but u know in the saying way) and also i wrote up a little something abt ur shinonome assignments bc i think they r big brained and Good God i hope i didnt misidentify the outfits thatd be so embarrassing. ok prelude over:

[these r just basically ripped from dms so sorry if presentation kinda wonky and explanations u already know lol]

...it looks like thief of blood akito and mage of light ena and basically what that means is thieves steal. obviously but they are the "active" ([Redacted long ass explanation you would know]) stealing class, and blood is the aspect of bonds between people. a thief of blood would take (insert what you think here) Away from their interpersonal relationships and use it to further the goals of the party, always a class that pushes things forward but not typically one that is well liked, lol. vriska is the prime example of a thief class in canon, very divisive lol. i think this is a really good akito read and can be summed up in a dialouge between len and toya: (context, len asking kohane and toya if its difficult to have such outgoing partners)

"When it comes to music and his goals, Akito is always super focused. So much so that he's strict on himself as well as others. So in that sense, trying to always live up to his ideals can be pretty difficult."

"I see. I guess that's also what makes it all worth it though, huh?!"

[reading back, i just kinda stopped here lmao well really this kind of dynamic just translates nicely and would probably play out similarly to how akito just. does but with waaaay bigger rpg stakes. although opening up the session to be EVERYONE would certainly make things more interesting, to be ostracised by so many people (as per the thiefs role basically necessitates at the start) has got to really do stuff to ur brain yknow. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

NOW mage of light ena is very fun so mages are also an active class, the active form of seeing and between seeing and the aspect of light things are about to get a lot less straightforward but. mages have full knowledge of theur aspect. seers, their passive counterpart are the typical ~tormented by weird flashes of the future they cant possibly understand~ but sollux, the canon mage of doom just Fully Knows Everybody Is Basically Already Dead and the struggle of the class is trying to NOT let that overwhelming, all knowing power, consume and defeat you. this goes double when we introduce light, which is associated with rose in canon ~going grimdark~, when she makes a pact with an outer eldritch god. vriska, coincidentally, is the other (main) light aspect we have to go off of, and her hubris just totally consumes her at a point. rose describes light as knowledge, but she IS a seer, and vriska describes it as something like luck, but we can take that adaptability and ena and say that light, for her, would be something like self-consciousness. she makes art, takes photos, involves herself in every step of the process to make it perfect-- if this angle is off, theyll notice, theyll hate it, theyll hate me; my art gets less attention, i should change this, do that, be better; this flaw, that flaw, constantly breathing down her neck.

applied to the game, maybe that would spread to consciousness for the entire partys actions? but either way, being in full knowledge of her every consequence would threaten her every move to near paralysis as the mage of light, and her hard-headedness and refusal of the despair of her friends is the perfect thing to raise her to the challenge

ok ya i hope u liked it or can enjoy that someone out there really liked ur art and ideas so much but ya also the vast majority of my info is from when i was in middle school trying to find the right one for me lol but u seem to know more about full session wide ripples and stuff so ya! very excited yet patient for whatevers next in store (saki fans when her death is deemed Righteous :PogChamp:)

oh one last thing. ur mspa style mimicry is Extremely extremely impressive. like. like. i feel like it almost goes without saying but the point of compliments is to say it so it makes me go wild how good it is. Okbye have a good day

omg this is a great analysis and I'm so glad that you're enjoying this au!

I am very sad to report tho that I did give Akito the clownery class, as I could not think of anyone else who would suit bard, you're not the first person to mistake it tho, I think without the codpiece it's unrecognizable. Also, I plan to make Toya's title Prince of Breath, because I think it would be really fun to have those two both be destroyer classes, while also having opposing aspects.

(I havent been able to play proseka since after the first week the eng ver came out because my phone broke, so i basically know nothing about vbs other than what i have learnt from the wiki and what ive seen others say, so there's a good chance I've misunderstood something.)

Destroyer classes start by ghosting their opposing aspect, until finally finding a point to embrace their own. It seems like Akito has a kinda, almost nonexistent relationship with his parents and a strained one with Ena, but has found strong bonds with his friends, and likewise Toya faced pressures from his father but has started standing up for himself and doing what he wants as an individual. (idk if akito helped with that in any way, but if he did then that would be an example of him being a destroyer)

Also, Ena I was having a hard time deciding on a class for, I did draw her as a maid but the mage class looks very similar so I can see how you would have thought that! I'm honestly still not sure on Ena's class, and honestly looking at your analysis it makes more sense to have her as a Mage than a Maid. Luck is one of the things light symbolises, and I had kind of interpreted that for Ena as the concept of talent? As Maid I kind of thought of Ena 'creating' talent rather than it just being something that she already has, but as a Mage I think she would see the talent that others have and understand the best place for them to utilise it, as well as understanding her own abilities, whether or not she thinks that what she can do is good enough or not (I think this is similar to canon idk).

It makes me so happy that people are enjoying this au, and thank you for the kind words on my art! I used to draw a bunch of homestuck au stuff back in highschool so I guess its like riding a bike haha. There will definitely be more to come!

#long post #edenasks #sekaistuck #akito's bard getup did originally have the codpiece but he took it off and threw it off a cliff the moment he came back to life

[sunnypogue]

AHHH huge congrats bby you deserve every one of those 500!!! Genuinely LOVE your writing hun💜 we do already be knowing coho!rafe would drop #32 (cause like hockey barrier glass Yknow what I’m sayin??) ;) would love to hear your take on it! All the love and thank you!💜💜

thank you babes! lil spin on it per usual - hope you enjoy!

warning: nsfw!!!! 18+!!!

one minute you were hunched over the kitchen table, reading for your literature and law class - the next minute, you were being hoisted out of your chair, and propped up on the table, your boyfriend crowding you between your legs.

“well hello to you too.” you quipped, placing steadying hands on rafe’s shoulders. “how was practice?”

“shut up.” he growled, pulling you in for a harsh kiss. you squeaked, letting his tongue over power yours, sliding into your mouth.

you weren’t sure what had gotten into rafe - but you weren’t complaining. 

you let him slip a hand up your shirt, let him play with your tits a bit as he continued his assault on your mouth, pushing you further and further back into the table. you gasped when he ripped your shorts off, the thin material ripping under his grip to expose your cunt.

“rafe - god, fuck, close the blinds. our neighbors can see.” you panted out, half naked on your kitchen table.

rafe’s responded by taking your ankles, spreading your legs wide, before he kneeled down to be eye level with your cunt.

“rafe!” you hissed, looking out the window at the street. “close the fucking blinds!”

he placed his hands on your inner thighs, licked his lips once, before diving in, mouth sucking on your clit.

your teeth instinctively clamped down on your bottom lip as he ate your cunt with a fervor you hadn’t seen in a while - his face was covered in your wetness, pussy clenching around two of his thick fingers as his mouth worked on your clit, alternating between licking and sucking. you briefly glanced outside, thankful the streets were empty, before tossing your head back and grinding your cunt into his face, one hand going down to grab the back of his grown out hair. 

your breathing started to get high pitched - rafe simply hooked his arms around your waist, and pulled you in tighter, his tongue going down to join his fingers, shoved up your cunt.

“fuck - FUCK - rafe, shit. I -” you were past the point of forming sentences, hips rolling without volition as rafe rolled your clit between his teeth, before burrowing his face into your pussy, the scruff rubbing your clit enough to send you hurdling into your orgasm.

you held on tight to his hair and whined, too stimulated to make anymore noise.

the aftermath left you panting on the table, completely starfished on your back. rafe had moved into a chair, face covered in your cum, eyes wild.

“shit - what the fuck was that for?” you sighed, still trying to catch your breath. “not that i’m complaining, but fuck - warn a girl.”

rafe grumbled, wiping at his lips. “i...fuck, one of the student managers made a comment about you today. i figured instead of beating the shit out of him, i’d come home and remind everyone who you belong to -”

“through an mindblowing orgasm?” you laughed. “with the windows open for everyone to see?”

rafe glared, “well, the other rational option was to fuck you against the glass so everyone could see how good you take it, but I didn’t think you’d appreciate that.”

you giggled, sitting up to cradle your grumpy boyfriend’s cheeks, “i dunno, maybe we could table that idea for a post-graduation celly - i’ve always wanted to be fucked on the ice.”

rafe’s eyes blew wide. “really?”

you snorted. “if you’re a really, really good boy. maybe.”

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