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samasmith23 · 1 year

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Why do some people think that stories portraying darker subject matter is always an inherently bad thing?

I’ve recently encountered this weird mindset in regards to certain online fandom spaces, wherein people will argue that fictional characters experiencing intense trauma and pain is somehow inherently problematic and negatively reflects on the creator’s skills or ethics. This feels like such a narrow-minded and shallow understanding of a piece of media, since characters undergoing hardships is often a necessary element for them to grow and develop as the narrative progresses. Plus, while some stories can indeed be more intense and graphic in what types of trauma is depicted, it’s mere inclusion doesn’t automatically make the story or it’s author inherently bad. For instance, even though I personally haven’t read the manga series Berserk by the late Kentaro Miura (May he Rest In Peace…), based on what I’ve heard from others while the series does include graphic depictions of sexual assault which the main protagonist Guts suffered from in his past, said-assaults are NOT framed in a gross or exploitative way, but are instead utilized to analyze and discuss the character’s feelings of physical and psychological trauma derived from said-horrible events, and heavily factors into Guts' overall backstory and development as a character as he tries to heal from the violent trauma of his past and discover some sense of happiness in a bleak world.

And yet despite this I’ve encountered a few people accuse Berserk of being “pro-rape” or even outright stating that Miura “deserved to die” (which is an absolutely disrespectful and disgusting thing to say!) simply because he included these darker elements in his manga. Like... that's as stupid as someone claiming that Quentin Tarantino is automatically "pro-murder" simply because his movies include lots of scenes of characters killing each other.

I’ve also encountered far less overtly toxic examples of this kind bad faith media criticism in comic circles. Awhile I was incredibly confused when I saw some people on Twitter arguing that Saladin Ahmed was “ill-suited to writing teenage characters” simply because of two scenes in his Miles Morales: Spider-Man & Magnificent Ms. Marvel runs respectively, which involved Miles being tortured by the new supervillain, The Assessor (who would later make clones of Miles as a result), as well as the final battle between Ms. Marvel and her evil robot-duplicate Stormranger getting quite brutal at times (you could see blood from the impact Stormranger’s punch).

In regards to the Miles’ torture scene, I've seen a small number of people argue that the scene's existence was inherently inappropriate due to Miles' status as a Black minor, going as far as to label it as "dehumanizing" and "really insensitive to the real trauma of black boys." I'm not sure how I feel about this as those labels feel a tad extreme due to the fantastical nature of Miles' stories. Like, as brutal as the scene with the Assessor is, it’s at least given a more ficitional sci-fi vibe due to the high-tech laboratory, the Frankenstein operating table, and the fact that this whole ordeal leads directly into Miles' own version of Spider-Man: Clone Saga after The Assessor acquires Miles’ DNA in the process. So it feels less grounded and not as reflective of those real-life traumatic experiences Black men and boys unfortunately go through in the U.S. like I saw a few critics of Ahmed’s run claiming. Plus, Ahmed had Miles be rescued by both his father Jefferson Morales and Uncle Aaron Davis teaming-up together. So the narrative frames the Assessor’s torture of Miles as a bad thing whilst depicting two older Black men actively putting aside their personal differences in order to save their son/nephew as a major narrative focus as well. How exactly is it "dehumanizing" or "inappropriate" then?

And it seems like this bizarre criticism isn’t just limited to Twitter comic fandoms, since a certain Lily Orchard recently made an AWFUL video which outright accused animation fandoms and creators of “fetishizing the torture and abuse of POC women” in cartoons like The Legend of Korra, The Owl House, and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. As soon as I saw the thumbnail for that video I knew it was going to be an absolute dumpster fire.

In it, not only does Lily engage in those similar types of arguments like the ones I mentioned earlier about Saladin Ahmed’s portrayal of Miles & Kamala, but Lily went multiple steps further by outright accusing various scenes from The Legend of Korra, The Owl House & She-Ra of being “literal torture p*rn” and “fetishized abuse against POC women.” With Korra, Lily accused the scenes of Korra brutally poisoned with the Red Lotus’ liquid metalic venom, Korra still being significantly weakened by the poison during her final battle with Zaheer (causing her to fall and tumble down cliff-sides) and Zaheer trying to use his air-bending to suck the oxygen right out of Korra’s lungs (the same technique he previously used to assassinate the Earth Queen), plus the Unalaq fight from the Season 2 finale where extracts the Avatar spirit from Korra and kills all her past lives one by one with a water-whip as “white centrist writers being turned on by the trauma and torture of a woman of color.”

And in regards to She-Ra, Lily accused Catradora shippers of being an example of fandom going “full mask-off” simply because she found 2 or 3 random comments defending Catra’s abusive behavior prior to her gradual redemption arc in the final season simply because they found the Adora & Catra fights “hot” (which I know for a fact does NOT represent the entirety or even majority of the She-Ra fandom & Catradora shippers).

It’s just… I honestly don’t understand why Lily is describing these scenes as “torture p*rn” or “abuse fetishizing.” Like, it’s not unexpected for characters to undergo traumatic crap during their story arcs, and most often it’s for the purposes of raising the dramatic stakes of the conflict or to have said-characters eventually undergo some sort of positive change arc (which is what happens in both Korra and She-Ra btw). While the abuse Korra suffers at Zander’s hands is indeed violent, it’s intentionally disturbing and off-putting in order to increase the viewer’s suspense and fear over whether or not the main character will get out of this alive. Personally, when I first watched the Season finale of “Book 3,” I was on the edge of my seat and constantly worried for Korra’s survival, and while she is left physically and psychologically scarred by the whole ordeal I’ve heard that the entirety of “Book 4” (which I still haven’t seen BTW) focuses on Korra healing from her trauma and becoming more spiritually enlightened in the process. YouTuber and MarySue author, Princess Weekes, though had some interesting analyses about Korra’s portrayal of overcoming trauma and how its heavily rooted in East Asian philosophy, despite Weekes' overall mixed feelings about the series in general:

And while I can’t comment on The Owl House (again, haven’t watched any of it), I can say that Lily’s characterization of Catradora as “torture p*rn/abuse fetishization” is 100% wrong since the show frames Catra’s behavior towards Adora and others throughout Seasons 1-4 as toxic and unhealthy, and Season 5 is all about her fixing herself on her own volition after realizing the harm she’s caused, and it’s only AFTER all of that when Adora & Catra become lovers. But the way Lily describes the scenes in Korra & She-Ra (which are honestly pretty PG in their levels of brutality despite being fairly dark for family-friendly animation) you’d think she was talking about some over-the-top violently explicit tentacle hentai or something, as she even goes as far as to compare the Korra & Zaheer fight to FREAKING The Passion of the Christ (seriously… Lily actually compared Korra to Mel Gibson's antisemitic guilt-tripping exploitation film which unnecessarily stretches out Jesus' torture and crucifixion; which in the Bible occurred in just a few brief passages instead of 2-and-a-half hours like in the movie).

Geez… given how Lily so inaccurately mischaracterizes these scenes from Korra and She-Ra, I’d honestly hate to see she’d react to Neon Genesis Evangelion, which is heavily centered around the characters suffering from intense depressive episodes and experiencing emotional breakdowns, whilst also including lots of psychoanalytical and disturbing imagery. Knowing Lily, she’d probably ignore the fact that NGE’s director Hideaki Anno was suffering from severe depression while creating the series (which heavily influenced the show’s overall production and themes), and instead accuse all the depictions of depression and trauma in EVA of being “unrealistic” and “inaccurate” since according to her all fictional depictions of trauma are inherently inaccurate since there’s no one universal depiction of trauma (Lily actually said that in her terrible video), and accuse all of the series’ violent and sexual imagery of being “torture p*rn” whilst calling Anno a “perverted abuse-fetishizing creep who is turned on by torture” (which feels incredibly SWERFy on Lily’s part, as well as needlessly hostile towards people who are into BDSM or sado-masachism and practice it safely and consensually) just like she did to the creators of Korra, Owl House, and She-Ra (even though NGE and especially the movie The End of Evangelion is highly critical of exactly that kind of gross and toxic behavior within Japanese Otaku subcultures).

So my overall question is this: why do Lily and some other people think that including intense trauma or brutal torture scenes in comics or animation, even when said-scenes they're framed in the story as bad things are inherently “problematic,” “dehumanizing,” “fetishistic,” or “torture/trauma p*rn”? It's like... I can understand not wanting to stomach intensely violent or depressing scenes if they can't handle them, or being critical if they feel unnecessarily mean-spirited or exploitative, but often times having darker elements is an unavoidable aspect of giving a story a sense of conflict. Conflict is necessary in order to have a plot or to develop characters, except it feels like a lot of people on social media believe that the mere inclusion of any type of darker conflict or subject matter is inherently ethically dubious regardless of how its framed within the overall narrative.

I just don't get this kind of mentality and why it's become so prevalent online these days... I really don't...

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jaydoesshit · 25 days

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My way of making decisions and going through life is asking myself:

What would Vance Hopper do??

What would Remus Lupin do??

What would Regulus Black do??

What would Nico Do Angelo do??

And I don't process the fact that I am my own person, and revolve my entire being around FICITIONAL characters that are pretty much all fanon.

#lgbtq #maraders era #the black phone #pjo #percy jackson #tbp #vance hopper #remus lupin #regulus black #nico di angelo #trans #yippee

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foliosgirl · 1 month

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There it is. My first fan ficition. English isn't my mother language, so I keep it simple and maybe there'll be mistakes. I had this in my mind several times and I'm writing from my perspective.

18+ content: explicit language, sex (vaginal, oral), dirty talk, choking, consuming alcohol and cigarettes, cum on tits, cum in mouth, threesome...

(last update: 08:15 CET, there'll be definetly Part 2 coming soon but with another title)

Nothing for beginners

After 3 years of couldn't travel to Glasgow (it was planned with a friend of mine) I decided to go there alone. I only went to London for a few days some years ago but never saw anything else in UK. Just a few days work off would hopefully be enough to flew away from all the stress at work. I only had a small suitcase but it was so full that I almost couldn't close it. Some pants, sexy underwear (cause you'll never know), longsleeves, t-shirts and a short dress.

I'm kinda the girl next door. Nothing exciting. My hair is dark brown, I have green eyes, I'm neither skinny nor thick but I feel okay about how I look. Most men don't even realize me I think. If I'm attracted to someone I won't let him know 'cause I'm shy and fucking introverted most of the time. I gave up to be more outgoing and confident. So that flight about 1,5 hours from home went fine. I reached Glasgow and took out my phone to check-in at my airbnb for the next 3 nights. Although I'm living in a big city I didn't want to spend time for buying a ticket for the bus. I ordered an Uber to get me to my airbnb which was in the city center.

My host was so cool and friendly. She told me where I could go out this evening, where to buy groceries, the must-sees of the city and stuff. I let me sink into the fluffy big bed. It was so comfortable but it was no surprise that I was tired as I didn't sleep well for weeks now. Sometimes only 4 hours at night, sometimes at noon 'cause I was tired again quickly. It must've been this fucking stress at work. I didn't unpack my suitcase. I never did that. Just took out my pyjama and fell asleep within minutes. When I woke up I felt way better. It was about 7 p.m., time to get sth. to eat for dinner.

I changed clothes into black sweat pants and a black t-shirt. Fuck, I forgot to put on my bra. I messed up the suitcase for finding it. There it is: my push-up bra. If there's one thing I was not fine with it was my tits. I'd love to have bigger boobs but fuck it. I just faked it. Most men aren't even worth more than fucking with once or twice - that's it. Sorry, not sorry. I was hurt so many times. I sweared to myself I would not fall in love again the next years. I had to rehab. Whatever. So I went to the supermarket first to get some water and decided to go with the flow - wherever the city would take me. After walking around for one hour I realized the last time I ate sth. was already 24 hours ago and I was starving, so whatever the next stop will be, I'll go there for dinner. There was a small restaurant at the edge of the city center, a little bit hidden. I went inside and sat down as far away from the door as I could and ordered a pizza and a gin tonic. It was in the middle in the week so it was a good place to go there for me. Not too many people, not too loud but that changed when the door opened again. I heard two male voices laughing very loud, then the door closed. I couldn't believe who I saw. I cleaned my throat and stopped chewing. Fuuucckkk.

A blonde man about my age and fucking Nick Folio. Okay, the blonde man was Craig Reynolds but why was the hottest drummer of the world here where I was? Craig looked around to choose a table to sit. His eyes were noticing me but he didn't seem to care. Nick neither did, he just went behind him a little bit to don't miss which table Craig would choose for them to sit. Of course they took a one nearby my table. I saw Nick from the side and Craig's face right in front of me. If he would notice me more I would get more and more nervous. God his tattooed neck looked so fine. I don't know why I was so into that. It just made a 7/10 to a 10/10 in my opinion. Neck tattoos are so hot on men. Nick should cover his whole neck too I was thinking. Craig seemed to notice me more at some point I was looking at them. It was getting so hot, I was really getting nervous. I have to go - now.

But the waiter didn't come. Why should he? I had still half of my drink and didn't finish my pizza. I tried to stop looking at them. I took my phone "Guess who's here?!" I typed a message to a friend. She wasn't online. I know her answer would've come later. I was still so nervous, my cheeks must have been turned to color red. I was looking away again thinking about Nick had the most perfect nose I've ever seen. I don't know how often I thought about having sex with him. Mostly vanilla sex and what it would be like being his girlfriend. Don't fall in love. Be a bitch.

Wow, I still couldn't believe who was sitting near me. I kept an eye on my phone again. "Who?“ I decided to write back later. I got up and asked the waiter for the rest rooms. They we're behind Craig and Nick. Of course. I rolled my eyes. He sat a bit in the way. "Sorry, can I...I have to go..." I was stuttering. Although I had no strong accent (I was told) I knew I'd made any grammatical errors. "Sure" He moved with the chair, so I could completely open the door. My eyes stucked into his for a second than I stared to his tattooed neck again. God he's so sexy.

I disappeared behind the door, noticing my pussy was totally wet when I stripped down my thong. How I wish they would fuck me both. But come on. You're boring for them. I'll never get their attention. Especially Nick seemed not to care about anything. Maybe he had a girlfriend. I was SURE he had one. And why should I be their type? I was just an average girl what couldn't talk clearly anymore when I saw men with neck tattoos. I had a small travel size of fragrance in the pocket of my sweat pants and sprayed it all over my neck, behind my ears and over my shirt. My make up was all natural. I just freshed up my red lipstick. I made a crop top of my t-shirt. It was a little bit oversized but I wanted to get attention of them so bad when going back to my table. Why was I such a bitch inside? My pussy got even more wet by thinking how they would fuck me and I would seduce them both with my mouth and my hands. It will never happen.

Going back to my table again I realized they checked me out. I couldn't see everything but I felt they we're both looking at my body. I felt so good now I got a little attention from them. Confidence pushing to 100%. I finished my pizza and tried to ignore them as good as I could but they were talking about me. Even Nick side-eyed several times. I finished my gin tonic and asked for the bill. "Oh, the boys paid already for you".

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What was the waiter saying? "You mean these two?" and I looked over to Nick and Craig. "Yes".

WTF. Knowing I was definetly owe them sth. I went to their table. I got more and more nervous the nearer I got there. I decided to go to Nick first because he seemed to be harder to crack. "So, you guys paid for me? Why?" "Because I'm rich and I don't know where to spend all my money." Nick joked. "Ah, okay". I turned away and wanted to leave. Nick grabbed my wrist. "Don't go. Sit down." he said with such a soft spoken voice like I could die If he would go on like this. His hand was warm and innocent because his right hand had no tattoos. Only the left one was covered with colorful tattoos and that's sth. I loved about him. He looked so good but sexy at the same time. He gives boyfriend energy but I was sure he could fuck me like I needed it and that would be anything but innocent. "I don't want this to be weird, so just want you to know that I know you both." They seemed surprised. "Really?" "Yeah, I'm a fan of you" and looked Nick deep in the eyes. He was so cool. Way too cool for me. He really seemed not to care about me in a sexual way although I felt they both checked out my body a few minutes ago. "And I saw The Downbeat episodes from you both." "Did you enjoy it?" asked Craig. I got blushed immediately. I hadn't had sex for a long time. I was afraid of getting the wetness from my pussy through my pants, so I checked it. I tried to be cooler than them. "Yes." "Why are you here? Why are you alone?" asked Craig. It felt so weird because they wanted a conversation but I couldn't talk much. They messed up my mind. All I could think about was a dirty threesome. I stuck at their neck tattoos again. This was my kink. Well trained men with neck tattoos. "I'm just here for three days, for travelling." I answered. God, don't be like this. They will think you're arrogant by only answering their questions. Craig noticed I'm nervous, Nick was busy with his phone. "What do you want to drink?" "Oh, please don't pay for me again. I haven't said 'Thank you' for paying yet. Drinks on me this time." I saw the coke in their glasses. "I guess whiskey and coke?" Nick and Craig nodded. I hated this. Everyone drank it before getting 18 in my country. Or vodka with energy Drink mixed. I would puke. "I'd like to get another gin tonic." They were surprised again "A lady who drinks gin tonic" came from Craig. I smiled and got blushed again. If you only knew that I'm not a lady..."Where are you from?" "Why are you so curious? Is this another episode with a Bad Omens fan now?". We all laughed about that. "Are you one of the drooling Noah fans?" I took a huge sip of my gin tonic. "No. I'm a drummer fan because he is the heart of the band." Nick got blushed a little bit for the first time but stayed cool. I could only unlock a little smile. Now the alcohol was doing all good for me. I talked and I wanted it. I felt tipsy at a bare minimum. "I also play drums." Nick locked his phone and his ears seemed to get bigger now. "Really? Oh, that is cool. Since when?" "Only a few months but I sat behind my father's kit several times when I was a teenager." "I'm really surprised by that. That's awesome." I had to laugh. "What?" I couldn't even stop laughing. Nick touched me at my wrist again. I froze. Don't do this, baby.

I thought several times about having vanilla sex with him turning into dirty talk. He is dominant but not an asshole. He grabs my wrists and fucks me harder in my cunt when I ask for it. Sometimes Craig fucks me too. He's more dominant than Nick using me as his personal slut. If I'm too loud he covers my mouth sometimes with his dick, sometimes I have to beg for it. With both I'm fine. I just love dirty sex. I was so needy this time. "I was thinking about men aren't good at multi tasking." "We are" they said very confidently. "Don't get offended. You can show me later at the drum kit. I have still so many things to learn." They both smiled and looked at each other. Don't even think about. I knew this was gonna be frustrating. It was fascinating but still frustrating not to be able to play what I want and not to figure it out by myself. I would fuck up showing my skills but the alcohol let me feel that it didn't matter. I wouldn't even care if they laugh at me at this point.

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They finished their drinks but I still had some sips in my glass. I knew now this wasn't it. We'll leave to hangout or even more. I don't wanted to wait too long. I drank it directly like I was thirsty after doing sports although I never did sports. "Come on. We go now" I decided. I wasn't the shy girl next door anymore. I was feeling more tipsy than before but still fine. My sexual fantasies were even stronger now. Craig called an Uber which was ready to pick us up in 2 minutes. "I love your neck tattoos." My eyes were playing ping pong between his eyes and his neck. "Thank you". "Do you have any tattoos" asked Nick and interrupted my flirt. "Just a small one at my wrist. You touched me there twice today." I bit my lips and thought about these moments. I was so ready for them both. He touched my wrist again and took a look. I put my face nearer to his "Don't do this, baby". The Uber came. Normally I hated guys touching my wrist like that. They often did this at partys when you want to go or when you had a fight with a guy. But it was a sign for dominance and I liked men which are dominant in bed. I needed this so bad and this night there were two for me. Maybe.

I was sure Craig would fuck me tonight but I couldn't read Nick. Maybe he was just flirting a little bit and then telling me he has a girlfriend and he's loyal. Craig was the bad boy. Anyway I would get fucked tonight and I was smiling all the time by knowing this. The ride didn't take long. Craig put his hand on my knees. I sat between him an Nick on the backseat. I leaned my head towards Nick's muscular shoulders. It felt so good. "Don't be tired" he said and shrugged his shoulder let me know I should put my head away from him. "I'm full of energy, just a little bit tipsy." Craig and Nick smiled at each other. "I know what you're thinking!" I almost screamed. WTF was I doing? It was such a mistake to take the 2nd drink. I seemed to have no limits anymore and I was afraid of feeling bad the next day now. "Sorry" I said and layed my head on Craig's muscular chest. Damn he's so well-trained "There we are". He ignored me being confused, bitchy and loud at the same time. He held the hand out for me and left the car "My lady" "Don't call me like that." I bawled him out. "Ok bitch. come out NOW" he baded. I just smiled and looked him in the eyes. We went to his studio. "You wanna know sth. I hate about you?" My eyes went to Nick. "Damn, you're really special. Normally fans don't tell anything they hate on us but say it. I think I can handle it." "You don't listen to Craig. He said you should do drum-livestreams. You said 'Yeah, I think I should do it' I imitated him. "You still didn't do it." Holy fuck I was so bitchy now. I would never say or be like this normally but like I said I seemed to have no more limits. Nick rolled his eyes. Craig went over and whispered in Nick's ear "She's getting too bitchy. Let's fuck this out of her. She demands it." I couldn't hear it clearly at the first moment. My brain worked too slow. Nick just said "Yes".

I first didn't realize that this wasn't his answer about my complaining. Craig turned on the lights. We were now in his podcast studio. The table, the seats, the pink neon lights. It looked so familiar. I went straight to his drum kit. "Can I?" I would disgrace myself now. I played just any simple groove. They looked at each other and laughed. "Get up" said Nick. "It's the wrong time for you now. You're too tipsy." Nick sat down and clapped his right hand on his lap. His innocent hand haha. "I'll show you". I sank onto his lap. "If it get's too heavy you tell me, okay?" I asked. Nick just ignored my question.

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"Give me your hands". I put my hands in his and he put the drum sticks in my hands. He counted and guided me how to play correctly and hold the tempo. "I can do it by myself. This is for babies" I laughed. Craig searched eye contact and looked mad at me. "What?" I asked him. Nick claped twice against my hips to let me know I should get up now. Craig sat down and pulled me onto his lap. "You're a little bit too confident with no reason. Rule number 1 is: no alcohol when you want to play drums." "Did you understand me?" he whispered in my ear. His lips were touching almost my ear. His breath was hot. "Oh please can you show me push & pull-technique?" Nick shaked his head. "This is nothing for beginners" said Craig and took a deep breath from my neck. "You smell good. What's the fragrance called?" "I won't tell you" I teased him. Nick came to the left side of Craig and me still standing this time. I recognized there was sth. getting hard behind my ass. "You do it like this, you see?" Nick showed me the push & pull-technique on the snare. "That's too fast" I stopped his hand. "But you only use it to play fast" I got blushed by feeling so dumb about it. He pinched my cheek. "Aaaw, you're sweet." Craig interrupted us looking deep in the eyes. "You train it like this without a stick first." He took my hand. "Open, close, open, close..." If you can do it like this you train with drumsticks." I could do it a little bit and was proud of it to show them "It's not bad for the first time" Nick noticed. Nick was the good boy, Craig was the bad boy, just so negative. If he was my drum teacher I'd quit playing drums immediately after the first lesson.

Craig layed his arms around my hips to hold me tight. "I'll show you another push & pull-technique If you want" he whispered in my ear. Nick heard it. His eyes went big and he said he'd go upstairs now. "Hey. Why?" "I don't want to disturb you both." "Nooo, come here baby" I said and stood up to kiss him. I looked at Craig who seemed to be a little bit pissed off. "What? Aren't you like brothers? You should share me then. I want you to fuck me both." Craig's eyes went bigger. "I knew you were like that. We love bad girls, don't we, Nick?"

"Yes, we both love bad girls like you are" he said and kissed me. Craig took my right hand, Nick my left one to guide me into the big bed. "How many girls did you fuck here?" "None" said Nick. "And what about you, you bad, bad boy?" I said and licked my lips. "Maybe 20." "I'll start with Nick because he's more gentle then you. I like to start with vanilla sex first." Craig laughed at me for that. Nick just smiled a little bit. "Sorry, Craig" I whispered in his ear. "You'll pay for letting me wait. You bad bitch!" Like I always thought about having sex with Nick was like having sex with your new boyfriend for the first time. You're in love and you start slowly. He took my head in his hands and kissed me gently. I used my tongue to say him I want more and licked over his upper lip. His tongue came out too. "Craig is right. You smell very good". He took a deep breath and let himself sink into the fluffy bed shields. Craig sat next to him and watched us. I think Nick and I kept french kissing for about 5 minutes. My stomach got cold. I took a look and Craig was raising my shirt. "I fucking love you, you bad bitch. You're made to get fucked by us.""Shut up. You're destroying our romance". Nick opened his eyes to get a look too. "I love that you don't really have tattoos and small tits. It makes you look more innocent than you are." I smiled. I never heard beautiful things like this from any men. "I love your innocent hand" I said. "What's that?" he asked. "Your right one. No tattoos. Your left side is the dirty bad boy in you" I answered. We just kissed again. I pulled his shirt off and pushed him down so I was over him. I felt his dick was already hard and put my hands there to feel it. "Little Nick is getting horny to fuck his bad girl tonight". Craig yelled "Bitch". I couldn't stand it anymore. "You have to wait a little bit because you've been a bad boy," I played with him, licking over his tatooed neck. "I knew you were so dirty but now it's still time for some romantic vanilla sex. After that you can both do what you want with me. Everything!" I let them know and looked them deep in the eyes. Craig took my bra off with one hand. Nick was so gently, He rubbed my wet cunt through my pants. I took them off and they could both see my sexy thong. "Why this sexy underwear?" Nick asked. I didn't answer. I guided his left hand down and he knew what to do. He let his index finger sink into my already dripping shaved pussy. "Oh, you're tight." "Yes, I am tight" I said and looked over to Craig. I took a look at Craig's hands. "You're both hands are dirty. You can choose which one you take to feel my dirty wet pussy". He took two fingers and tried to put them slowly inside. "Ouch." "Yeah, you're too tight for two fingers at the same time. You're a good girl it seems, who doesn't fuck with everyone." He used his thumb and let it sink into my cunt slowly.

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"Fuck, this feels so good." I moaned. I took his hand away to let him know he still had to wait. He threw some condoms at me and Nick. We both laughed. Craig couldn't wait anymore. I saw it in his eyes. He took his pants off and showed me his big dick. "Look what you did to me. You know how it hurts?". "You know how it hurts to have a broken heart?" I laughed at him. "Go, fuck him now. If you're go on to let me wait unnecessaryly longer you can't walk anymore after I'm finished with you. Or we both are finished with you. You'll regret it, you hoe!" I liked Craig's dominance but now my concentration was fully on Nick. I took off his pants to release his hard dick finally. "Fuck me gently, baby". He did what I was asking for. He kissed me all the time and held my wrists with both hands over my head. "Is that what you like, babe?". "You won't get any answer on stupid questions". "You could never be my girlfriend. You're so rude!"

"I don't want to. I just want to be your bitch for tonight." I lied. I didn't think that often about Nick fucking me really hard. I had often fantasies that I was his girlfriend. But then there was also Craig, the more tattooed bad boy who liked hard sex and let me know he would decide what I had to like and what not to. And I needed this so bad. And remember like I said before. I didn't want to fall in love for a few years. Just fuck around with some guys and enjoying it.

"Now it's time for you both to take me" I said. Craig stood in front of the bed. "On your knees you slut". I was a slut, he was so right. Before he could say anything else I opened my mouth. "You're such a good slutty girl for me. If you're doing good I'll put my cum over you" "Where?" "Don't ask. You'll see." He decided everything. He put both hands on my head to cover his big hard dick with my mouth. "I know you like that" I tried to look at Nick who was left alone. I stopped sucking Craig's dick. "Did I tell you to stop?". Craig pulled my hair. "But don't forget about Nick. He has also the right to fuck me. Nick smiled by hearing that. Nick was under me now wanted me to ride him while I was mouthfucked hard by Craig. It was so good. I was moaning all the time. "Yeah this is what you slut earn. One dick deep in your cheap mouth and one in your wet cunt. God I love bad bitches to turn to good girls and do what I want." I was confused now. I was a bad bitch and a good girl at the same time? "Let's change positions." ment Nick after he saw I had problems with breathing through sucking Craig's dick. His boyfriend energy came through. He was taking care of me. Craig realized now he has been a little bit to rough but didn't say anything. Craig was now laying in bed and baded me to sit on his dick the other way around. "I wanna see your ass". It was now Nick's turn to get seduced by my mouth. He touched my head gently and didn't talk. He enjoyed how soft I did it. "Which cock do you like more?" Craig asked. I didn't answer. He pulled my hair again but more softly. "Say it". "I need them both". I moaned. Nick and Craig smiled at each other letting me know they enjoyed fucking me soft and hard. I had no choice. "She's a real good hoe" Nick said. First time sth. dirty came out of his mouth. I never expected that.

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"On your knees again". This command came from Craig. Of course. "Again?" I asked. "Ssshhh, don't talk too much. I wanted to show you another push & pull-technique, remember?"

I did what he wanted me to do and got on my knees again. He pulled me near him from behind that I could feel his hard dick again on my ass. He put it gently in my dripping cunt. "God, you feel so good because you've got a fucking tight pussy." "So I deserve you both?" I asked. It must've been an naive question. Although I didn't see Craig's eyes I knew he rolled them. His breath was very aggressive now. Nick was now infront of me to protect me a little bit because he knew Craig would destroy me. "You earn everything you got and will get from us, baby". He pushed me back onto Craig's cock, then Craig pulled my hair. "You're better at this push & pull-technique, haha" I smiled abashed into Nick's face. He whispered in my ear "He's very rough. Are you still ok, babe?" I wasn't but I didn't show any bad. "Let me lick it now." "Beg for it" Craig said. Nick didn't want to be so hard to me and let me decide completely at what tempo I sucked his cock. I also used my hand to stimulate him. He closed his eyes almost all the time and looked me deep in the eyes for a few seconds and then closed them again. He even kissed my forehead sometimes. I took my right hand to pet his muscular neck on the left side. His left side was the tattooed one. "You're so sexy and sweet, do you know that?" I asked him. He just smiled "You've been a bad bitch turning into a good girl tonight. I'm proud of you". "I'm proud of you too" Craig said. "It's not simple to handle us both, especially me." I nodded and looked over my shoulder. Now Craig was way more gentle than I thought he could ever be. He kissed me with his tongue, licked over my lips. I moaned again. He went down on my neck, licking it all over. I looked Nick in the eyes now. "I want you to come over me. Nick in my mouth, Craig, your cum all over my tits, okay?" He and Nick pushed me into the fluffy bed shields again. "Lean back and relax. You'll get what you deserve now, babe". First time Craig called me babe. Wasn't it? He came over my tits while Nick was still fucking my mouth harder. They switched positions in being dominant. He moaned and told me to eat his cum. I did it. I went straight to the bathroom to wash my face after they destroyed me.

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My make up was so messed up. Red lipstick everywhere around my mouth. My mascara made me panda eyes. C: "You look so good being used by us you little slut" Craig stood inside the bathroom. Nick followed him. "What now? That's it?" I asked.

N: "Just a short break" as he looked at me and then over to Craig. We all didn't say anything. We knew what this would mean. Nick gave me a t-shirt of him. "You're really sweet. And you'll look hot with my shirt on." Craig confirmed. I dried my face with a towel and as I finished they were already gone. We lay in bed. My legs were on Craig's legs, my head was resting on Nick's chest. "This was even better than I expected" I said. N: "What did you expect?" "I had these dirty thoughts in my head very often. I don't know. You're both these different type of men I'm attracted to. I knew I wanted you both from the moment I saw you." -C "I noticed you were eye-fucking us both at the restaurant." "Correct. I'm not interested in any serious relationship." Craig unpacked a cigarette and put it in my mouth "I quit smoking last year" I smiled. "That's good. You're a good bad girl" Craig told me and took the cigarette out of my mouth to take it for himself. Nick rolled a joint and went outside for smoking. He was so respectful. He called me to come outside. I went to him. "What's up?" "Are you really okay? I noticed it was too much at some point because he was too rough." "This wasn't my first time having hard sex like this. Nothing can surprise me, believe me." I lied again. In reality I could cry because he took care of me. He seemed sensitive because he noticed those things. I went back to Craig again. I threw kisses over his neck. He was still smoking the cigarette but also enjoying that I was so addicted with his neck tattoos. Nick came back to bed and demanded also kissing his neck. "You know what I really love? I lay down here, you fuck me both and put your hand on my neck like choking me softly." Craig and Nick couldn't believe what I just told them. "This is so sexy. You are sexy. You drive us crazy." I was satisfied. They rotated by fucking me hard and soft. If Nick was fucking me soft he just kept his dirty hand on my neck, after that Craig fucked me hard and choked me softly, then Nick fucked my hard again to chock me more. They even kissed me gently on my forehead and my mouth from time to time. They enjoyed licking my small and pink nipples. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers now." They didn't hesitate. Not even for a second. I got one finger from Nick and one from Craig now at the same time in my cunt. I was getting so wet again. I was moaning all the time. "Enjoy my tight wet pussy" I said and bit my lips. "I can't see you like this. I want you to come. Go on with being the good whore like you was before the break" Craig said. "Whore?" Craig putted his finger from my cunt in my mouth. C: "God, you're such a good whore. Doesn't your cunt taste like this? Lick it all off my finger."

Yes, I was a whore. I liked to provoke because they got so easily offended, especially Craig. "So I'm getting money for this?" I asked him. C: "That's enough. Enough with those stupid questions. He put his big dick directly in my mouth. I told you that's what you earn. A dick in your mouth and one in your tight wer cunt." "Fuck her!" he said to Nick. "Calm down a bit" Nick took care of me again. "Awww, am I too mad for you, you hoe?" I was still mouth fucked by him deep into my throat. I could hardly hold back my tears. That's why I wasn't ready for a serious relationship. This tension was nice but I needed also some love. Most men couldn't handle me fucking hard and be gentle. I was traumatized by men telling me lies, fucking me and then ghosting me. Not knowing the difference of a whore in bed could also be a good girlfriend. Craig said "Sorry. You just mess up my mind. I love the way you are." My heart was beating so fast. N: "I love it too". Nick changed the tempo from fast to slow to fuck me. I scratched his back with my short nails. He moaned and enjoyed it but at some point he put my wrists together and held me. "Look at our perfect girl" Nick told Craig. He looked me deep in the eyes then went on fucking my mouth. C: "She' so good. You got the nicest holes I've ever put my dick inside. Touch yourself. I want you to come with us together. I'll jerk everything in your mouth and Nick will fill up your perfect pussy at the same time, ok?" I nodded. I enjoyed to be filled up and get used by the two hottest men I could ever imagine. Our orgasm was nearly at the same time. I was screaming, my legs were trembling. "You're treating me so well" I said. N: "Because you deserve it babe". "You both deserve it too". I was satisfied and definetly destroyed. "I have to go now." C: "Oh, come on" Craig said. "What? I want to go to bed soon, brush my teeth and stuff." Nick threw his t-shirt at me. It was a black one with a Harley Davidson print. I caught it and it smelled so good. I closed my eyes for like 2-3 seconds and noticed his fragrance on his t-shirt. N: "Stay here. Wear this and we'll take care of you all night, won't we?" Craig confirmed.

"This shirt looks so sexy on you. I could watch it all day. And of course I have a new toothbrush for you." "Of course you have 'cause hoes come and go here, hm?"

"I don't understand why you are complaining. You wanted to get fucked. We fucked you good and hard like you needed it. What else do you want? Women..." he rolled his eyes and loooked to Nick who shrugged his shoulders. I was just bitchy. I didn't like to be one of so many girls. C: "You've been the best slutty girl I ever fucked. I never felt a cunt and a good mouth like yours on my dick." That was pushing my ego but still I didn't like that he'll go on fucking other girls here and Nick shouldn't do either. "Was this your first threesome?" I asked "Fucking a girl together with Nick? Yes, but I had several." Nick didn't answer. I liked how shy he was sometimes and don't matter what: Craig was the experienced one in everything because he was about 10 years older than him. I went to the bath room to brush my teeth. Nick's shirt was slightly over my ass but they could see my black thong.I came back to bed. Craig was smoking again. I opened the door to the balcony. "I can't sleep when there's too much smoke inside." "You want to sleep now?" Nick asked "It's 11 p.m." "Damn, so you fucked me more than 2 hours? You are animals, really." It was good we were all not living near each other and this was a one night stand. I could never leave them and concentrate on my Life again and I would be jealous and pissed off if they'd ever fuck another girl together. That was unhealthy and I knew it. I haven't had the right to complain 'cause we had no relationship and I didn't even want to but I was lying to myself. I gotta search some guys to repeat it at home. I layed down between Nick and Craig. It was satisfying. Craig raised my shirt again. "Damn, you're sexy". "Was this the reason you chose me?" "What do you mean?" Nick asked. "I mean, normally I would care to wear other clothes than today. More sexy." "You're slightly oversized t-shirt is more sexy than a short skirt or sth." "Is it?" I was waiting for Craig's answer. "You're sexy laying between us in this shirt raised up with your black thong. I know I've been to rough but that's what you did to me." "You've got to control yourself. I'm not a porn actor." C: "I know, I'm really sorry." Nick pulled down my shirt again. It was so sweet how he was taking care of me. He noticed every detail. "I'm sorry for being that bitchy and loud today. It was just a game to make you more horny. I love to provoke in bed." "That's fine you bad girl" Craig smiled. Nick pet me with his right hand by turning his body to me. He was so gentle and it felt so good. "Rest your hand on my neck babe" I told him. Craig put his hand near my thighs. I was trembling. He started to pet me slowly by moving nearer to my cunt. "Is this hole every gonna get dry?" "Not if you go on and do this to me" I sighed. Craig stopped. He rested his hand on my thigh. They both kissed me good night on my mouth. First Nick than Craig. I used my tongue to kiss them too. "Good night" It felt so good after this dirty talk and dirty sex to lay between the most beautiful and the most sexy guy and to cuddle. As their were sleeping I grabbed my phone to answer my friend "Fucking Craig Reynolds and Nick Folio fucked me hard tonight and now I lay between them, cuddling and they're sleeping. You have no idea."

"No way"

"Yes and it was even better than I thought it could ever be. My pussy is wet all the time. But it's good we are in different countries. I would go to them to repeat it any time and totally fall in love with Nick. He's so sweet."

I switched my phone off.

I woke up the next day and went to the bathroom. I still looked destroyed but also satisfied. I showered and wasn't surprised about Craig having shower gel for women. I took the one for men though. They still slept. I have to go. "Good morning" Nick said and saw me just with a towel around my breast and half of my ass because it was too short. I winced. His shirt he gave me layed on the bathroom floor. "Hey". I was totally sober. I wanted to keep it cool and leave soon. No more conversations. "I don't know your Name and where you're from." "You don't have to. I don't live here and also not in the US. It's better to keep this like what it was. A fucking one night stand and a nice threesome." I smiled. He seemed a little bit disappointed. "It's strange not even to know your name. I mean I fucked you hard, I fucked you gently. I took care of you. I never fucked a girl without knowing her name." "But that's how this game goes baby" "What game?" asked Craig and yawned. "What happened last night. You don't need to know my name and where I'm from." "You're so rude. Such bad behaviour." Craig shaked his head and laughed. I took Nick's shirt, they both didn't notice took a deep breath to inhale his smell. I hided it, so I would take it with me when I leave. I put my clothes on. "I really have to leave now. Thank you both. You're the men of my dreams and I can't get over what happened last night." I kissed them both with my tongue and looked them deep in the eyes. I looked at Craig's neck tattoos and felt my pussy was getting wet again. Fuck.

This would never end. "You can stay here for breakfast if you want to." Nick said. "Don't make it that hard for me." He held my left wrist. "Come on." -"No. I'll never forget you but it's time to go now. Really. Don't say anything anymore." I grabbed his t-shirt and went outside. I closed the door and they both looked outside the window to wave. I blew them air kisses and went to my Airbnb. I turned on my phone "I even have Nick's t-shirt now. I'm now on my way back to my airbnb. Fuck, I'll never forget them. This was too perfect." I wrote to my friend.

The end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~to be continued~~~~~~~~~~~

#nick folio #sexy content #fanfic

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weirdhunterangel · 5 months

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This is so tragic. Mostly because I come from so many fandoms where there are a whole bunch of people creating work around plotline villains. Both as a direct effect of existing work and as headcannons. Its acceptable and encouraged.

But I see a lot of people here are like in no way should murderous villain get the girl. Which okay....fair.

I would like to reiterate, this is fiction. A villain can also be a likeable character. Here in Si-Ohs case it stems from the portrayal, that while he does vile crimes, he also sometimes has a soft side that is very apparent. He has a tragic backstory. People like the chance for morally grey or even black characters to be redeemed. In ficition. Its possible.

That being said. Nobody is wrong for wanting the female lead to end up with him. Its not something I'm particularly looking for but the possibilities of what it could have been is high. This could have been the epitome of a darker romance okay?? I stand by that.

And there is no moral high ground in disliking him or not wanting nam soon to end up with him. Saw another post about this that I agree with completely. If the writers wanted us to dislike Si-Oh, they shouldn't have written him the way they did. They should have made a character with absolutely no tragedy or qualities that people just couldnt like. They made him likeable. Because that is how it was intended. And even if it wasnt, I would still be here xD

#strong girl nam soon #lu watches #gang nam soon #ryu si oh #love villains #here for morally questionable characters #its fiction it isnt that deep #or maybe its just me #deep as heck #kdramanetwork #kdrama #netflix

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arwenadreamer · 7 months

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//What I'm saying is: Dean IS jealous of people taking Sam's attention away from him. He can't help it. He's getting better with it in later seasons, but I'm sure those feelings informed some of his actions at least to a certain degree.//

Both guys definitely get jealous. It’s crazy to me how many people watch Season 8 and hate on Sam for being jealous of Benny (just let Dean-who already has more friends than Sam- have some friends!). But, they don’t realize Dean is also seething with jealousy over Amelia. Yes, hes hurt that Sam spent time with her instead of looking for him, but he’s so utterly dismissive of her importance that it has big "what’s your name again? Flamelia?" energy. If Dean actually met Amelia, I can totally see him pulling something like this.

Side note: it bugs me that the show explicitly parallels Amy and Benny, when Benny is more like a Ruby parallel. Fans have to work harder to understand Sam's point of view in things. 😔

You're so right! Both were overcome with jealousy in season 8.

I think it's natural that people tend to see things more from the POV of their faves. There will always be discussions about motives and who is right/wrong in fandom. In every fandom. I think I'm guilty of seeing things mostly through Sam's lense, too, since he is my emotional anchor to the show. If Sam didn't love Dean as much as he does, I'm not sure if I would. And if Dean didn't love Sam as much as he does, I'm not sure I could love Dean as much as I do.

But that aside, I know that the world is not black and white. That there are always many angles to different POV's. That feelings are potent and inform peoples choices, and that it is important to understand peoples feelings and not just look at (and potentially codemn) their actions. At least that is so very true and important in real life. I know, because itˋs my job. It's my job to help people understand that about themselves and others and to learn to act accordingly.

That said, Sam and Dean are not even real people, just ficitional characters. I love a good fandom discourse. I love meta discussions. I just don't understand how people can hate on each other over this. This show is so rich and this fandom is still going so strong, because Sam and Dean are so layered and give us so much to work through in meta discussions and analysing POV's. What a gift!

#asks #supernatural #Sam and Dean

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I have some meandering general musing below, sorry! I wondered if Beşir was an archetype of a character, in stories of that period in time. I recalled one book from my country (that I won't recommend) that had a male character in the role of 'in love with and wanting to protect the young heroine, possessing knowledge that may hurt her, and unable to communicate freely', and the guy also wasn't in a high social role nor in a role of a male who'd be considered marriagable/manly (Beşir as a slave/servant and a eunuch, the guy I was thinking of as a non-verbal/mute low-level monk). (It seems like a kind of narrative role that amplifies a tragic aspect, but I have no idea what to call it or if it was a thing in other works. If not, Beşir and monk-guy can hang out in some kind of ficition backstage and high-five each other.)

I do think that Beşir specifically is inspired by how Black characters in Ottoman Turkish Literature were portrayed. I talked a bit about it here. Here is some cultural context. Beşir reminds me of the Black slave archetype in the Turkish folk story Tahir and Zühre too, he is a spying informant figure in unrequited love with his mistress just like him, but instead of being villainous he is a Romantic figure. Here is some general commentary on slavery in Turkish Literature (including Beşir) by one of the most important Turkish novelists.

Beyond the context of Beşir’s Blackness and Turkish Literature, Gül Mete Yuva in her book The French Sources of Modern Turkish Literature posits Justin from Madame Bovary as a possible inspiration for Beşir: A teenaged lurking boy who is unrequitedly in love with someone and who causes the suicide of the adulteress at the center of the novel (though Justin was in love with the adulteress herself whereas Beşir is in love with Nihal).

Nurdan Gürbilek mentions Beşir as an example of a “pathetic” character as opposed to a “tragic” one. A pathetic character is someone who is voiceless, defenseless, whose woes aren’t caused by his own actions.

Here is what Mehmet Rauf said about him in the very first proper review of the novel from 1901:

“For example the subject of Beşir causes harm to the work as much as it benefits it; especially since there is a tragic lesson to it, a beauty to it; this tragedy that no one notices, the story of this slave who is dying because of the events, who, perishing under the neglect and indifference of everyone, finally gives his life with a last sacrifice for his lady, is actually very sad and tragic; but, among the confusion of the events, the readers don’t notice it just like the dramatis personae of the book”.

(Sorry for giving you the whole critical history on the character, but I am very interested in this).

I think, all in all, despite his possible real-life and/or folkloric inspirations, Beşir is a Romantic literary figure in the middle of an otherwise fairly cynical bourgeois drama. His silence, his lack of sexuality, his devotion, his death by tuberculosis are aspects that shout a kind of 19th century sentimentality. I am sure there are many more characters like this in 19th century literature. I can’t think of any character in particular but I am sure there are.

As for the monk you have mentioned he indeed does seem similar to Beşir. It is especially interesting how both are desexualized figures as one is a monk and the other is a eunuch.

@princesssarisa @longagoitwastuesday @artemideaddams

Do you think of any other characters like this?

#aşk ı memnu #aşk-ı memnu #beşir #aşk ı memnu asks #madame bovary #ahmet hamdi tanpınar #nurdan gürbilek #gül mete yuva #tahir and zühre

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Summoning Chaos - Spectator Notes - The Bladed Chaos that shook Port Mafia || Drabble OVA

Hi everyone! This is Deamon-Mun! And I have a funny drabble involving Ink's sword Wyvern. I got inspired by @the-silver-peahen-residence

----- Witnessess----

My muses of the DBT from my main blog @demon-blood-youths and

ADA and Port Mafia muses from ADA played and rped by Peahen-mun

------ Summary/Disclaimer. -----

Based on a true ( ficitional ) story.

In this documentary, we will look into the accounts of various witness involving the incident of the demonic sword; Wyvern. Before, during, and after.

This film is based on real accounts of the incident.

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A young man with messy black hair and has scars. Notable ones on the back of his neck and one across his nose. He had red eyes and smiles as he sits down.

"So Matt....." A girl asked as he zooms into his face with the camera before zooming out, "Can you tell us what happened?"

Matt smiles, "Sure! So let's start. I wasn't there at the time but I saw the damage and I was there and prevent when the shit hits the fan."

"One day...I came over to base and there was a huge mess. I saw Gin who is gathering the men of Port Mafia. All frazzled and a bit dirtied. They were pretty shook up. So I went over and asked what happened and Gin explained it to me. I found out that Ryunosuke and Chuuya along with their boss, Mori were making their way to ADA to demand answers. And I was like...what's going on!" Matt asked, shifting on his chair.

"And she said...the DBT attacked them." Matt said, "And I look at her and then at Sid who was there...my right hand...I look at them and ask what do you mean?! DBT attacked you guys how?!" Matt asked, laughing. As if he doesn't believe it.

"And Gin explained that a sword did all this." Matt said, blinking. "And..I was like....what kind of sword? After what Sid described to me...I immediately knew what was the sword and who it belonged to. To which I told Shrika to bring me over to ADA right away before any fight starts!"

"So along the way...Shrika explains what happened up to this point." Matt said.

"So the sword is Wyvern. Ink's greatsword. And that greatsword...has....a..." Matt snickers, "Has a thing. That sword...always creates a mess whenever it gets called. And I was like...how did this happen?!"

----- Atsushi Nakajima ------

A young man with light gray hair, and pale skin, and is of average height with a slim build. He sits down before smiling a bit. Atsushi is laughing and a bit nervous. He is an upstart and he is good at this.

"Okay...I was with Ink Vanguard on a case. We were tracking suspects involved in a murder case which is related to the trafficking of stolen art from NYC. So we ran into a criminal whose ability can buff himself using muscles and it is hard to beat. He's an accomplice to the mastermind of it. We spilt up into groups. Me, Ink, and Oblivion were there. Dazai, Kunkida, and Shdwkyz are tracking them down. Kenji and Gerald are with them but outside. "

"Then while we're fighting....Ink tries to summon her sword and for some reason...we had to avoid getting hit and try to subdue him for....15 minutes or so. I can't recall." Atsushi said. "After that, Wyvern....her sword...came and hit Ink on the forehead." Atsushi sweatdropped.

"I was worried! Because Ink got knocked out and Oblivion came over, rubbed her hands together with the statics of electricity, and like this." Atsushi makes a quick gesture, "Then she shocked her on the chest, to bring her back to consciousness! Like someone acting as a defibrillator. Oblivion said 'clear!" Like she is trying to bring her back to life!" Atsushi exclaimed.

"I asked what's going on and Oblivion told me....

"It's fine. This is normal." Oblivion said.

"HOW IS THAT NORMAL?!" Atsushi yelled. "Even the criminal was in shock as I was before we beat him.."

----- Dazai Osamu ------

A male with midly wavy short brown hair wearing a long sand-colored trench coat with a wry smile looks at the camera. He clasped his hands together where both wrists were bandaged and around his hands.

"I wish I was shocked by Oblivion's hands!" Dazai laughed so lovely and lovely. "

"And after that whole situation. We were about to end our shift for today with some lunch until...Port Mafia came straight to our door demanding what was going on. I was confused! I was wondering if it's related to the case. But Chuya said something I couldn't believe..." Dazai chuckling.

------ Chūya Nakahara -----

"We were attacked!" Yelled Chuya Nakahara. An orange head wearing a black hat with a red hatband. "And I know who the cuprilt was! It's Van Ink the Dragon! I wanted an explanation!" Chuya scowled.

------ Kunkida Doppo------

Kunkida Doppo, a fellow detective at the agency sighs as he shakes his head, pushing his glasses up.

"We accounted for Ink's whereabouts as she has an abili. She was with Atsushi and Oblivion the entire time during the case. But Chuya is aware of that and he said something more unbelievable. He said that her sword attacked their base." Kunkida said. "And before Ink explained herself. Her teammates tried to explain on her behalf and we and the mafia didn't believe what we were hearing."

------ Jun'ichirō Tanizaki ----

"Ink said that she left the sword at the hotel back. And I was like....' wait...you left the sword at your hotel and Port Mafia, they said it caused damage to their base while you helping the case? You can't be two places at once! So how does that work?! If you know anything about Port Mafia. They have a base in Yokohama where there are four buildings surrounding the main building. If I have to describe it's a skyscraper fortress with the main building in the center the tallest! So....a sword caused damage. Not one...not two. But three buildings. I saw the photos that the leader of the mafia showed us and I was like...''Holy shit!' "

------ Kyōka Izumi ------

"The Port Mafia base is a fortress that nobody can penetrate. Not even rockets, tanks, or even ability users can bring it down. It would be considered suicidal to attempt to assault the base. I know because I defected from the organization."

"So hearing that...I was very surprised. So I wonder....how did Ink's sword cause that much damage?" Kyoka replied.

----- Atsushi ----

"And then I remember. Didn't Ink try to call the sword over? So I pointed this out....accidentally...to which I feel really guilty about-and Ink admitted but she didn't know the sword came through the Port Mafia's base on its way. I don't think she is aware of where their base was!" Atsushi said.

------ Flashback -----

"So where was your base?!" Ink asked.

"The ones that with huge skyscrapers!" Chuuya shouted. "The tall black buildings that are higher than the rest."

"You mean...the black tall ones that look like Stonehedge?" Ink said.

"Yes that's the one," Ryunosuke sighed.

"Oh...." Ink said. "I seriously thought...your base would be...uh...uh..I don't know..."

"You thought our base is what?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow.

"Like the places in the Godfather movie!" Navarro spoke to which Maggie nodded making Chuuya and Ryunosuke make a face. Dazai and Ranpo tried so hard not to laugh while Kunkida sighed and Atsushi is sweatdropped. Are these guys not worried?! Tanizaki thought.

"Or like Scarface..." Oblivion shrugged.

"Or American Gangster..." Jaron asked.

"Nah...probably Goodfellas!" Rust said. Mori smiled but didn't say anything. He had to admit these children were very amusing no wonder Dazai finds them hilarious.

"Yeah...I thought you guys would be outside of the city and not in it. We thought you would be part of one of those underground places." Ink added. "We thought it was a government building like the one in Tokyo."

"You guys..." Atsushi said as Fosh is sweating bullets. Chuuya is getting ticked off by their childish nonsense.

"First off! This isn't the Godfather! Second! Don't believe what you see in the movies! I like Godfather 1 and the trilogy, thank you freaking much-" Chuuya said.

"We're getting off track here," Ryunosuke growled, hate tangents.

"Right. Don't change the subject and we're not the freaking ordinary Yazuka. Okay! You punks should have known where the base is! So what the hell is going on?! Why did you attack us?!"

"We're trying to tell you that it's an accident. Ink didn't mean to! It's the freaking sword!" Maggie explained.

----- Kunkida -----

"We were preparing for a fight. The DBT is ready to throw down at our agency as Chuya and Ryunosuke didn't back down either until Matt Knack comes and defends Ink, explaining the truth to the Port Maif that backs up Ink's claim...." Kunkida hums a bit, "It's unbelievable but I'm not surprised. But Ranpo had the answer to that question and it made sense..when he lay it all out for us."

-------- Ranpo Edogawa ------

Ranpo Edogawa is known by the locals as the greatest detective in the world. He is munching on a pocky on his chair before smiling.

"So I went over to Port Mafia base and saw the extent of the damage. After using my Super-Deduction on the photos that showed the damage and being on-site. I can tell you the story of what really happened~" He muses.

"I can show the trajectory where the sword was supposed to go." Ranpo shows a smartboard with a map. "You see this is the hotel that DBT was staying at and this is the area where we were trying to apprehend a criminal with the ability to become a muscle-bound menace, Dazai and Kunkida were busy with another ability-user so Ink with Atsushi along with her teammates was busy. Between those two locations, is the Port Mafia headquarters." Ranpo circled the locations. Between the scene and hotel is the Port Mafia base.

"So Ink had to summon the sword because the criminal was causing a lot of damage and the sword went through a straight line to get to Ink. The sword went through Port Mafia's territory. The problem was the time. It took 15 minutes for Wyvern to arrive to the scene. So why it did take so much time for Ink's sword to arrive even with incredible speed. I will tell you!" Ranpo smiles.

"So what happened...the sword went through the left tower of the four into the main building. Actually, it hit didn't the first building that was after it made contact with the main building. Just a smidge. The damage on the left building the glass is cracked and shattered. When this happened...someone there at the main building saw this and tried to get in its way and that person would be...."

----- Chūya -----

"Yeah! I tried to stop it! Because who the fuck flies by the base and breaks the windows of the Port Mafia like it's nothing?! Ha! I won't let that shit slide!" Chuya frowns, crossing his arms, "The moment when it came passing the first building from the left into the main building. I use my ability to force it down onto the ground by making it heavy. Then the sword did something that I had never seen in my lifetime!"

"It went through the main building down...almost all of the floors till to the third floor." Chuuya twitched an eye before facepalming.

------- Pete Gnat -------

"From what I saw, It didn't work. To Chuya's credit, it was a good move but it was a mistake later on. It made the situation a bit worse" Pete said. "The sword turns on itself with its blade facing the floor. With Chuuya's gravity manipulation by making it heavy, the sword suddenly went through many floors before going to the third building."

"Chuya tried to stop it and he said..."

-----

"It's freaking nuts!" Chuya yelled. "It's like the sword going on a rampage without stopping. Even with my gravity manipulation, it's like trying to pull on a freaking whale with a harpoon. If I make it light. It wouldn't make a difference! So heavy is a no-no because it causes a lot of damage the way down. It still keeps on going."

------ Cobin -----

The camera switches to a boy with bobcut and glasses. It's Cobin Razor as he fixed his glasses. He speaks.

"It was this guy named Michizō Tachihara. He has the ability to do ferrokinesis; the ability to manipulate metal." Cobin explains. "That ability messes with mine because I can possess machines and machines have metal so it's a bad match-up against him." Cobin sighed. "I was with him because whatever. I was making weapons!"

"But the moment he saw the sword and used his ability on it. It slowed down but.....it didn't break nor it was stopped. Hell, I saw that thing turn. Rotate horizontally with its pommel facing him. At first...I thought Tachibara had a handle on it but.....uhh..." Cobin scratched his head.

------ Flashback -----

Tachihara thought he had control over the sword when it turned with his hand reaching for the pommel. However....it was so fast that the sword hit him straight in the gut! The metal bender widened his eyes and was sent hitting against the wall.

"ACK!!"

"OW! My spleen!!" Tachibana cried as he was in the fetal position, holding his side. Cobin came over. "Holy shit! Someone call the doctor!" Cobin yelled as some of the members gathered around them.

"But aren't you a doctor, sir?" Asked one member of the mafia. Cobin made a face and shouted,

"I AM AN ENGINEER! NOT A DOCTOR!" Cobin yelled comically making the members flinched. "GET A REAL FREAKING DOCTOR!"

------ Tachibhara Michizō -----

"I will tell you right now! Because the sword isn't completely made out of metal!" Tachibara yelled. "Shit! I control all metals including swords! Even the greatswords. But I have never seen a sword mid-flight turn around and hit me in the gut like that after thinking I got it when using my ability."

"That's no ordinary sword! That's a freaking demon sword!!" Tachihara yelled.

----- Cobin -----

"It hit him in the gut with its pommel. He was fine but he remembered the pain." Cobin said. "Like Christ...and then the sword continues to descend and I heard someone repel it?"

------ Sid Casper ------

"I was with this man named Ryūrō Hirotsu and he is commander of the Black Lizard. I was having a discussion with him and Gin over some operations and what I can do to help." Sid speaks. "We heard the loud commotion from the upper floors and when the sword came crashing down from the ceiling. He repels it with his ability just in a nick of time. But the sword crashed and bounced across the floor. Chuya came down and said...."

------ Chūya -----

"I was like finally! YES! We stopped this thing! I was going to like tell the men to surround and grab it. I saw the sword embedded on the wall thanks to Hirotsu and then for a moment... I recognize the sword and try to recall where I saw it before. And then... the sword moved." Chuuya said, leaning back before groaning with his head back. "And I was like...Oh fuck no! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

----- Flashback ----

The room begins to rumble making everyone freeze. They see the sword start to shake on the wall making the mafia nervous.

"Uhhh....Hirotsu!" Chuya said. "What's going on?!"

Sid goes to shield Gin with her cloak.

"I am trying! But this sword...has an iron will!" Hirotsu shouted before he deactivated his ability. he did before his fingers broke. The wall breaks down and the sword flies off before they hear another crash.

----- Sid -----

The sword breaks through a hole in the main building and goes straight for the building on the right. One of the four. It ripped through the lobby. Then Chuuya tries to stop and the sword zips through and goes to hit the building from the opposite side. I heard Ryunosuke Akutagawa was there and tried to stop but I had him pushed out of the way because the sword was strong enough to penetrate Rashomon. But Akutagawa tried to grab onto it from the side with Rashomon's claw and it was pulled along with the ride and Chuuya tried to help. Even Jason try to help."

------- Akutagawa -----

Ryunsouke Akutagawa sighed, trying to describe the whole ordeal before looking to the side in thought. "I must admit. I let go because I recognized whom that sword belonged to. If I have to describe the feeling when trying to stop it with Rashmon just by grabbing it. It's pulling onto a wild behemoth and I decided to let it go because I told Chuya of what the sword was and who it belonged to. It was Matt's rival, Van Ink the Dragon."

"Chuya didn't believe because it didn't make sense for Ink to attack us so we headed down to see her. And of course, the boss had to see the person responsible for the damage as well. We demand some answers for this." He crosses his arms.

------ Ōgai Mori ------

"When I heard the commottion. I had to check the cameras and see that my men were overwhelemed by a single sword. I did follow the exploits of Van Ink the Dragon and The DBT. They were very interesting children!" Mori smiled. It is almost unsettling.

"So I had to see what was the reason behind this attack," Mori said. "I was very surprised to know that Matt; the rival of the dragon claimed that sword is known for doing such things as ripping through buildings and causing property damage when being summoned and Ink had a difficult time calling it every time. As if it has a mind of its own. Also, I find it very amusing that a girl had a troublesome partner for a sword." Mori chuckled.

"After knowing that...Dazai of course laughed when one of the members of DBT explained what Matt meant."

------ Ranpo -----

"Here's why Dazai is laughing so much. Because he was part of the mafia and you see the Port Mafia's base is very hard to break into. Or rather do a raid on. Because nobody can penetrate it. Not even ability users and even us the Armed Detective Agency will have a tough time. It's almost impossible until a demon sword comes right straight through and causes severe damage to not one but three buildings of the Port Mafia. In such a short amount of time. So if Port Mafia tries to sue the DBT." Ranpo popping some candy into his mouth.

"Nobody is going to think....oh gosh someone messed with the Port Mafia and got away with it. No. People will think if a sword can cause a lot of damage and gave them so much trouble then they wouldn't be hard to invade which causes a huge problem for both groups. But thanks to Fosh and Ink giving them a check to pay for the repairs and hospital bills for their men."

"They sweep it under the rug and that story became an urban legend. If you ask me, that's the best solution to the problem. Although, I am very surprised that they got enough money from their missions."

-----Chūya ----

Chuya sighed.

"Despite all that, the check did cover the damages and Ink had to ask if anyone got hurt!" Chuya said. "Nobody got seriously hurt just minor injuries but Ink didn't like that so she offered to pay for hospital bills and want to say sorry personally to our men."

"To be honest...the last part wasn't needed. I mean...I was mad....really mad. But Ink owes it up to us so I wasn't really mad at her after that. All we told her is to bring her sword at all times next time before she goes on a case with ADA!" Chuya said firmly, "I even gave her a lecture about controlling her sword! I mean... I will never forget what happened because now thinking about what Matt said to us. So I had to ask a lot of questions! Because there's no way the sword is alive. Like what the fuck!?"

------ Ōgai Mori -----

"I never heard of a sword that is alive. Though there is one..the Holy Sword it is rumored to be a sword after an ability user dies and becomes the sword. Such a thing is possible. If there's one person I know that's good at knowing swords. It's the man. The founder of the ADA."

--------Yukichi Fukuzawa ------

Yukichi Fukuzawa; the founder and leader of the ADA. A serious man of great integrity who is emotionally reserved and impassive. He had a commanding presence.

Fukuzawa sips his tea at his desk before setting it down, he closes his eyes before he talks "I came across many blades and heard of many blades. Famed blades such as Shintō Amenogozen, The Holy Sword, Kurikara, Excalibur, Kusanagi, Bongseon, Nichirin Blades, Murasaki, and more. But Ink's greatsword; Wyvern is unique in itself."

He opens his eyes slowly, "After talking with Mori about what the sword did. One day, I wanted to test Ink's swordsmanship skills wielding Wyvern. And even I wield Wyvern for a moment. That I did."

"As a swordsman, when you hold a blade. You...have a sixth sense of what kind of blade is it including history. You can discern its true nature."

"Of all the swords...this sword...is what I call an otherwordly sword...maybe a demonic sword like the Mursaki," Fukuzawa said as he stood firm.

"That sword gives off a feeling of aggression when I first hold it. A drive to make the wielder fight unrestrained without a care in the world. This is a contrast to young Ink's personality. If I have to make an educated guess, the sword activates truly when the moment comes. In the heat of battle, I must say. So it would be easily misunderstood to confuse aggression with excitement. If I have to call it, it would be dynamism, where aggression, excitement, positiveness, boldness, and power that fall under that umbrella. That's how I can describe Wyvern's true nature." Fukuzawa said before he sipped his tea.

"I suppose the reason that Ink has trouble summoning every time she calls for him. It would be either because of the distance or butting heads with the sword. But when the moment comes, they synced as one. Since the sword is alive, it makes senese. Though...it's just a hypothesis from a swordsman."

"As for the reason why Dazai laughed so much where stomach hurts..." Fukuzawa chuckles a bit.

----- Dazai Osuma ----

"Okay, so the reason I was really laughing wasn't just the fact Ink's sword ripped through three buildings of Port Mafia by accident. It's the idea of the sword being alive when Jaron explains to me what Matt said. So I asked Ranpo: if the sword is alive, does it have consciousness? If it does, does it have sentience?" Dazai asked with a coy smile.

----- Ranpo -----

"And of course...I activate my Super Deduction on the sword and the only answer I can give to Dazai is YES!" Ranpo chuckling. "I mean....if I have to discern a sword's feelings. I can tell the sword wasn't happy about being stopped and all that destruction is its way of being vindictive. I don't know! I can just tell! Of course...I wouldn't say that in the meeting with Port Mafia because that would be illogical! It wouldn't make sense!"

"This is a sword we're talking about! Not an ordinary! A demon sword! I can see why DBT are so panicky about it and Ink is apologetic about it!"

"It wasn't funny but....it's pretty funny!" Ranpo laughing and Dazai is laughing in the background.

------ Yasano Akiko -----

"After hearing what Ranpo said....I believe it. If I had to describe one word after Ink explained the sword to us. A revengeful thing. But it's a shame it didn't almost injure anyone seriously because I would of have a fun time using my ability." Akiko laughs.

----- Chuya ----

"Okay, if that's the freaking truth. I fucking believe that! Because the moment I walked out of the office after hearing that. I saw that damn sword again. Lying against the wall of the kitchen like nobody's business. And I swear to God! I swear that sword gave me a stink eye! I thought I was going crazy. There is no way in HELL that I am getting a smug-ass attitude from a sword!! I told Matt about it, and you know what he said!?"

---- Matt and Ryunosuke ----

Matt is snickering, covering his mouth while Ryunosuke sighs, shaking his head as there is a smile tugging at the hellhound's lips. Even he snorts at this as he can't believe this either.

Matt answers, "I said to Chuya." Matt shakes his head, "Nah... you're not imagining. The sword is REALLY giving you a stink eye." Matt laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! But it sounds like to me the sword didn't like anyone stopping it so of course...it made a mess."

Ryunosuke scoffs, "Hm. I never thought the Wyvern was a living weapon. It makes sense why it's hard to bring it down. Because its Master is calling for it."

-----Yukichi Fukuzawa -----

"Indeed. I even asked young Ink how she acquired the sword. She told me the truth and that girl is honest about her origins. She told me that she was given the sword from her father but then she said that Wyvern called out to her and her father decided to give it to her saying that it fit.

"Hm. If that's the case, it's an unlikely pair. A girl with an optimistic attitude with a sword that is so aggressive yet they share the same feelings. A unique dynamic I must say."

---- Dazai -----

"And because of that. I wonder how Atsushi will handle this."

---- Atsushi -----

"What else do I have to say.?I have no comment but....the sword didn't give me any problems. In fact...it's been eyeing me for a while. I-I don't know what to think. But Ink is amazing for handling a sword like that..Even though it hits her every time. That sword did protect people time and time again. So it's something, right?'

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Recording End.

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