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rumisgf · 3 days

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YOUR BEST EATER ! - JJK EDITION

summary: jjk characters i think can eat pussy the best and who i think would not. that’s really it, i’m telling yall who the munches are. enjoy some pussy eating headcanons :D !

warnings: explicit obviously, black!reader, discussing f!receiving oral, use of the title daddy (once), cursing, slight crack, slander but i’m kidding kinda

GOJO SATURO - 10/10

✧ he’s sick in the head.

✧ i hate him truly. he gives good head and he knows it.

✧ he loves making it messy, he wants your arousal all over his face

✧ he wants it on the sheets by the time he’s finished

✧ he also likes making you cum multiple times, so don’t expect mercy

✧ he gets a kick out of watching you squirm and writhe under his touch

✧ and not only is his tongue magical, but he knows all the methods to make you scream for him

✧ he uses fingers and all that

✧ he’s definitely made you squirt from head

✧ the type of head he gives will have you soaked before he even fucks you

✧ yk the song that’s like ‘i’m the type of guy that’s gon eat it ‘fore i put it in?”

✧ yeah, that’s gojo

“one more, princess? hm?”

“yesss- please ‘toru!”

“good girl.. want you to make a mess all over my tongue”

GETO SUGURU - 9/10

✧ he’s a good contender for sure

✧ he’ll act like he doesn’t want to at first but it’s all a facade

✧ he can’t let you know he’s a fiend too early of course

✧ but when he finally does, boy are you surprised

✧ toe curling. jaw dropping.

✧ he’ll have you creaming on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like a madman

✧ it hurts so good and you never want him to stop

✧ and he licks your clit so attentively, he looks at each facial expression you make

✧ he draws perfect circles with his tongue

✧ it’s definitely not his strong suit (but shit that’s saying something)

✧ i’ll give him his flowers though for sure

✧ he gives the type of head that has you aching for him to put his dick inside you already

“taste so fuckin’ good. love this pussy, baby- ‘s all mine.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10

✧ he’s one of those guys who swears up and down he doesn’t eat pussy

✧ he does.

✧ first time he went between your thighs, you thought you saw god

✧ whenever your hips lift up and you start squirming from all the pleasure, he presses them back into the mattress

✧ and he edges you while giving you head

✧ he’ll have you screaming then stop just to hear you beg for him to let you cum

✧ he’s still a sadist at the end of the day, he can’t let you have too much fun

✧ either that, or he overstimulated you until there’s literal tears streaming down your cheeks

✧ he loves making you cry from head

✧ if he’s not having you gag on his dick as he throat fucks you, this is his other way to see tears stain your pretty face

✧ whenever you squirt from him giving you head, he feels very satisfied with himself

✧ he can never give head for too long tho because the sight of you dripping pussy right in front of his eyes makes him so hard it hurts

“stay fuckin’ still brat. let me taste this pussy.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN - 2/10

✧ he doesn’t eat pussy.

✧ yeah, sorry.

✧ he’s a literal demon idk what else was expected

✧ in all seriousness, he’s not too fond of giving head

✧ but, he does enjoy fingering you though

✧ his fingers are often plunged into your hole while make out sessions and it’s his go-to for foreplay

✧ he’ll have you on his lap and play with your cunt until you’re crying

✧ and if you have toys, he loves overstimulating you with him

✧ this is often how he punishes you (sometimes he just feels like it, though)

✧ but long story short, this man will NOT be your best eater

“ry- fuck! daddy please- can’t take it!”

“nuh uh, this is what you wanted doll. let me take care of ya.”

NANAMI KENTO - 10/10

✧ if gojo’s not your best eater, nanami’s definitely your best eater

✧ he’s got every tongue and finger combo down packed

✧ he gets down. he do NOT play.

✧ he’s definitely a pleasure dom at heart so he believes you deserve good head from him

✧ and he also doesn’t talk at all while giving you head

✧ it’s almost amazing how focused he gets

✧ his form of communication is looking up at your fucked out face, filling his ego

✧ he likes eating you at after he fucks you

✧ that way he can fuck his cum back into you with his tongue and taste your arousal at the same time

✧ it’s also a way to overstimulate you that he can be slick with

✧ whenever you’re in missionary, he always has your legs bent to your ears so he can pull out and lap at your pussy whenever he wants to

✧ it’s a rush getting fucked into oblivion then getting your soul snatched as he slurps up all your juices

✧ he also enjoys how wet he makes you, so you taste so good when he does

✧ he spits on it. that’s all i have to say.

“k-kento.. so good..”

CHOSO KAMO - 11/10

✧ OHHHH LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

✧ you thought i wouldn’t put him above gojo and nanami? you’re wrong.

✧ this man is a munch. he’s a fiend. it’s pathetic.

✧ he’ll eat pussy on his knees, matter of fact he loves it

✧ he loves when you trap your legs around like yes please don’t let him breathe he might nut right then and there

✧ he whimpers while eating you out.

✧ he won’t say it, but he likes spelling out words in your clit

✧ he mostly just spells his name

✧ and he loves how you taste, so he can eat you out forever

✧ you have to tap out for him to stop because he really has no self control when it comes to eating you out

✧ and please, sit on his face.

✧ and actually sit on it. this man doesn’t wanna be able to breathe

✧ he’ll leaves fingerprint marked bruises on your ass cheeks from gripping them as he works his tongue from under you

✧ him eating you out always has you squirting before he even fucked you yet

✧ he also enjoys tasting the mix of yours and his cum after he fucks you

✧ choso gives head so good you wanna have his kids

“babyyy- ‘m c-cumming!”

“f-fuck, taste so good baby. need you so bad.”

@ rumisgf

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moonsaver · 3 days

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I READ YOUR POST (and also anon!) ABOUT REBELLIOUS! VERITAS/RATIO, GOOD LORD..

Your writing is very good! And I like it! I'm having it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, everytime

BUT LIKE, LISTEN TO ME, WHAT IF S/O WAS REBELLIOUS LIKE HIM TOO. But not like actually him, just typical rebellious student back then. Like, breaking the rules, pissing off the teachers, etc

AND, HIS S/O IS LIKE NOW, NORMAL. A PROFESIONAL, and probably embarrassed of their phase back then. I do see them being Friendly and chilled with Ratio?? Or like "Oh crap, it's the old rebellious dude that tries to teach me random smart stuffs"

But in my opinion, I do see S/O just being like "Oh, what's up Ratio" and just being neutral. Greeting him whenever they passed by or see each other again, while also slightly joking about the things Ratio tried to teach them back then. As they told him that they actually listened to his teaching.. Even though it's.. Well, it's used by unsuccessful methods

BUT ALSO, YOU KNOW HOW XINYAN WOULD TELL EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT SHEHNE AND GANYU?

S/O WOULD DO THAT, telling Ratio old rebellious phase embarrassing stories to his students whenever they feel afraid of him. Like

"Oh, did you know that your professor (Veritas Ratio), used to talk so much about our teacher that just give the slightest wrong formula, to the point he keeps getting send to the office? Hah! I was there!"

As Ratio stood there with hidden embarrassed look, as he tries to hold the urge to not shut S/O up.

I'M SORRY IF I'M BOTHERING YOU, THE VOICES ARE COMMANDING ME... THE VOICES OF MY SIMPING FOR RATIO.

QNON ANON QNON!!!!YOU ARE FEEDING ME TOO I PROMISE YOU CAN BOTHER ME (its not even bothering me i love these asks),,, THE TENSION THAT IUST DISSIPATWS HAHAHA WAIT WAIT

Under the cut,might be long!

Soso, you're the rebellious kid who's butting heads with the other jerkwad, the only difference between you two is that he's just a nerd on top of being a rebellious kid. He's the "worst" of both worlds.

It's a very cliche enemies to strangers to acquaintances who respect each other to tension between possible lovers. Its kind of funny.

In your student days, I imagine the moment both of you see each other in the hall, you scowl at each other. Or make fun of something the other has. Maybe he's lugging a bulky art project and you make fun of him saying he looks like a turtle dragging his own shell. Maybe you left your bag's zip open and Veritas comments on how "devoid of knowledge" it is, "like your head" (you forgot all your books somewhere, your bag is completely empty). God forbid either of you tried something experimental and the other catches a glimpse of it. If they're not within talking distance, they'll shout on the top of their lungs. To both of you, the louder it is the more humiliation is involved. You'll find this method is often used by Veritas, as he openly quizzes you and chides LOUDLY that you're a BUFFOON and an IDIOT for not knowing a SIMPLE FORMULA. You decide to retaliate by stealing more than half his stationary, so now he has to scramble to gather extras and literally no one helps him cause he's a jerk lol.

Everyone on campus absolutely either hates it or loves it. Theres fanpages of you two with cringe edits,or those really well-made shitpost ones. Sometimes your classmates just bait the other to go a certain place just so you two cross paths and stir up a lot of trouble. The teachers are all done with both of you.

Cut to the future (or present?), reader's a professor too now. Let's assume either of them is unaware when they join the job (as implied by the request).

I imagine professor reader, if they manage to stay calm and just.. talk normally, it does give Dr. Ratio some whiplash. His pride demands he straightens himself out though, so it's not too soon before he himself drones on about some or the other tedious topic. You mention the past and how often you used to butt heads, and Veritas' first instinct is to immediately retaliate the way his past self would have done; but he stops himself in time, and sighs at it. You've painstakingly ingrained that response into him. But he's still slightly embarrassed nonetheless. It's not too soon before the conversation becomes more relaxed (I mean.. considering Veritas,as relaxed as he lets it be), and as a form of "nostalgia" he brings up all the questions he used to ask you back then, only to be pleasantly surprised when you give him detailed but professional answers. It's not too soon before he learns that you've become a professor aswell. Dr. Ratio congratulates you – with reservations of course, which is completely thrown out the window when you tell him you knew all of this because.. you listened to him.

Ugh. Don't make him feel so sappy. A part of him detests it; warming up and being all chummy with a hopeless classmate of all people. But a part of him is.. kind of happy about it.

Which is promptly changed the moment you also realize he's a professor now.

And that his students aren't spared from the nostalgia either.

He's bursting through the door, jaw dropped, angry and shocked face as you prattle on about how much of an asshole he was back in the day to his students. For a moment, he contemplates whether he should just throw chalk at you and make an example of you to his students, or drag you out. After a few seconds of paralyzed contemplation, he immediately grabs you by the back of your collar and drags you out before something else comes out of your mouth.

It's almost the same all over again – both of you bickering back and forth as he's all pissy about you spilling everything to his students! You've positively tarnished his reputation! Perhaps he shall tell your students how you used to walk around wearing a lanyard and a shirt with the institution name written on it in big, bold letters on the first day? Or that time you tripped and faceplanted right into the trashcan while you complained about his (axe bodyspray) deodorant?

Ugh.. he'll just deal with you later. Although he won't admit this even to himself.. it's nice seeing you again. He didn't think of that, it must be the headache you gave him that's making him think all weird.

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genericpuff · 3 days

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I saw your "hades and apollo looking at Persephone the exact same" post and like honestly??? This series would be so much better if Hades/Persephone were intended to be toxic and Hades was MEANT to be a manipulative asshole. There are so many panels where everything is designed to make it look like Hades is the bad guy (hades following/"rescuing" persephone during the proposal) and like... ugh if it was INTENTIONAL it would be so much more interesting for the story. But it's not and it bothers me so much.

Also your "Thanatos yelling at Hades with Hades speech to Kronos" edit made my whole life, I was literally liveblogging my reading of the chapter to a friend on discord and i was telling them that everything Hades said to Kronos is something Thanatos deserved to tell Hades and I wanted someone to make an edit. So thank you for reading my mind somehow and making it 😂💖

Right, I've been dying over the same thought for ages now, if the whole point of LO was to showcase a girl being groomed and manipulated into becoming a worse person due to a richer and older man taking advantage of her... then maybe I'd be singing praises about what it's accomplished because as it stands, I really can't celebrate LO as being a "romance" in any way shape or form.

Either that, OR it should have stayed as like, a feel-good fluffy office romance story. Like if it had stayed in the territory of S1 with Persephone going to university and working in the Underworld without delving into any of the crazy supernatural fertility goddess / Kronos returning BS. Sure, considering it's Greek myth obviously it wouldn't be as 'fun' to have the characters not be actual gods who get into supernatural tussles, but LO just... isn't being written by someone who's capable of writing stories to that scale, and it's especially evident throughout the entire third season. Rachel should have just stuck to the character-driven plotlines with the grounded and intimate story beats (slice-of-life type stuff).

That's not to say she shouldn't ever try to write a bigger story with higher stakes and more intricate plotlines, but like... she's clearly not ready for that yet and I hope at the very least LO has been a learning experience for her so that her next story will either be more grounded or at the very least organized better if she can't resist doing a larger-than-life story.

also ur welcome LOL though honestly I can't take credit for that because that was basically ALL of us reacting to that scene like... wtf, this is what Thanatos should be saying to Hades fr LOL so have some confidence in knowing that you weren't alone in feeling that LMAO

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical

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zeravmeta · 2 days

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Thoughts on RvB Restoration Finale

not really that long just my 2 cents

I wanna say I liked the movie because I did enjoy myself watching it, but honestly I'm very much gonna stick to the RvB17 open ended finale

Overall the movie was... ok? It wasn't unwatchably bad the way RvB Zero was but it also just made a lot of choices that I disagree with fundamentally both with the writing and the core themes of the series as a whole. I've had this take ever since RvB14 on the fanbase and the writers but this movie flat out says it:

The writers are fucking unable to let go of PFL and Chorus in a meaningful way.

For a series thats core message is about saying goodbye, they literally dont let that part of the show die. They are functionally unable to let go of the past peaks of the franchise and write something new. And I get it: RvB fundamentally cycles with its storytelling, but what was so refreshing to me about RvB14-17 was that it actually progressed itself Past those peaks of RvB10 and 11-13 (and honestly people REALLY dont appreciate the good in those later seasons). It felt like a natural (if wacky) progression, and it definitely wasnt perfect but it gave the extended cast more opportunities to shine in ways we didnt appreciate before

This movie just doesnt do that? Honestly the fact that they KILLED Sarge and Doc was so... disrespectful to me? Like not in the sense that it was as bad as how RvB Zero (fake) killed Tucker, but more like it felt like the writers killed them off because they were following a book titled "How To Write Story" and saw 'killing off characters is good writing'. Sarge got a dramatic send off that also didnt feel that impactful? And I did see it coming from the start but having Doc be Washs' guilt haunting him just left a bad taste in my mouth.

Its a really self contained story, a whole bunch of characters outside the main 3 reds and Caboose felt ooc, a good chunk of characters dont even show up (dude where was DONUT??? youre telling me he only has 5 seconds in Simmons' mind in a cheerleading costume?), it was composed of like 3-4 sets total, Carolina, Tex and 479er all just kind of Show Up to be badasses in the way The New Person would show up in an MCU movie...

Honestly watching this movie I kind of felt like it would have a twist ending. Like the credits would play and then itd zoom out to show the Reds and Blues post S17 in a movie theater watching this dramatic finale, because thats honestly what it felt like: The whole movie was a cheap facsimile of RvB as a whole. The fact that Trocadero wasn't allowed/signed on to make the music for this finale really does influence this movie, since they used a whole bunch of songs and osts that felt out of place (though I will admit Vale Deah softly playing as Grimmons said goodbye to each other did make me choke up a little)

Despite my negative review, I do still recommend watching it, since there was stuff I did like: Simmons in a leader role, Tex and the fun reveal during her fight with Tucker-Meta, Grif FINALLY getting to retire, Caboose as a whole was really well written, there IS good in this movie! And again it's not unwatchable bad, it just... kind of leaves a somber, sour taste in my mouth. This movie threw a whole bunch of stuff to the wall not to see what would stick but to break it all and leave for the insurance money. Just a "hey since we're sinking might as well make all these callbacks and break a bunch of stuff along the way."

Welp. Goodbye, RvB. At least this way I know that RT dies without riding your coattails any longer. And hey given that RvB technically has 3 endings (RvB17, Zero and RvB19) you can just take your pick on what you like best anyways. Quick edit no jutsu I forgor to mention there is the sequence at the beginning of the movie where it is implied RvB19 COULD also be one of the simulations in and of itself so. yeah you can in fact just take it as you will

#my thoughts are mostly negative but there Is some good in this movie. whatever #rvb #rvb19 #rvb restoration #rvb spoilers

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sjw-publishings · 3 days

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Hey everyone,

This is an update to my post I made recently about Dumb and Jocked’s sudden departure. If you haven’t read that, it will be over: here.

Before I begin though, something I discovered is that for some of the reblogged dumb and jocked stories with the ‘read more’, the rest of the story can be viewed in your drafts if you choose to reblog it but do not post, and also through the edit button.

Not necessarily the best way to read stories and also not all stories can be read via that way, but some are possible. So I recommend doing so and saving your favourite writer’s stories in drafts as you will never know what may happen in the future.

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I am grateful to the messages and responses people have given me in light of the situation.

I generally don’t tend to talk to many people on tumblr as my stories can be rather controversial and niche, and I'm very appreciative of the support and information people have given me in light of Dumb and Jocked’s disappearance. Thank you.

As of then, there is a mention that Dumb and Jocked has written a post that he needed time off from Tumblr before he deactivated his account.

However I cannot confirm this as there were no screenshots/reblogs saved/provided, and even if Dumb and Jocked posted that, he could’ve easily reconsidered it and just closed his Tumblr himself.

While it does bring some slight hope, there’s no guarantee he would ever return.

However there’s good news regarding archives for Dumb and jocked’s stories. Which Im grateful for the Tumblr community taking steps to reblog/like/save the posts via different means.

Special shoutout to both @imsrtman and @user211201, who have posted several of Dumb and Jocked’s stories, on Tumblr and their blogspot.

@user211201 has saved multiple of Dumb and Jocked stories, including the Protocol one which had been gone a while back even before Dumb and Jocked left tumblr. I also reblogged his re-post on Branded on my tumblr account, as it’s one of the stories where you cannot access it via editing it in your drafts.

He also continued to post more of his stories and has a list of them on his tumblr post over: Here.

Do check the other pinned post on his tumblr page for the table of contents as for what stories he has already posted too.

@imsrtman has managed to archive most of dumb and jocked stories, including making the effort to put the Tumbex links of Dumb and Jocked’s stories into an excel sheet, and most importantly archiving them before they got removed on Tumbex.

I cannot express how thankful I am to him as I thought I had missed my chance in saving the stories on Tumbex due to my exhaustion. Thanks to him Im able to save both Breeding Grounds stories.

He also a blogspot consisting of various of Dumb and Jocked’s stories and he is planning to add more of Dumb and Jocked’s stories in the future. You can find the link to his blog* post over: here. (*Edit: Corrected Blogspot post to Blog post)

Please give both of them many thanks, as well as anyone else who has archived/reblogged/saved stories on behalf of the community. Without people who archive, many of the stories of blogs that are gone would be gone forever.

That’s all for my update. If there’s any crucial information that I may have missed out on, do reply to this post for others to know.

-SjwPublishings

#dumb and jocked update #dumb and jocked archives

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sunny-human · 14 hours

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too cool pt. 2 | spencer agnew x f!reader

the hair i’m crying.

thank you for the love on the last one!! here’s part 1

i was so busy recently but i love this story so let me know what you think! new part soon trust

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In the days that followed their impromptu trip to the park, Spencer panicked over his feelings for Y/N. He hadn’t felt this close to anyone in a non platonic way in a while. After endless hours of thinking about her and their excursion, Spencer realized something haunting. No way was he cool enough for someone like her. Yes they could nerd out together, but why would she want to be with someone like that? He concluded that Y/N would never choose him as the ideal guy for her.

The next few days passed in a blur of meetings, rehearsals, and editing sessions. Spencer and Y/N maintained their easy rapport, but the unspoken tension simmered beneath the surface, growing more palpable with each passing interaction.

It was during a casual lunch break that the topic of relationships surfaced. They sat at a small table, sandwiches forgotten as they engaged in a lighthearted debate about romantic comedies.

"I've never been a fan of those over-the-top love stories," Spencer commented, taking a sip of his Kickstart.

Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? You’re too cool for a good slow-burn romance?"

Spencer chuckled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, I suppose there's something nice about the anticipation, the build-up between two people. But maybe I'm just not cool enough to get it."

Their eyes met briefly, a shared misunderstanding of their words passing between them before they both looked away, the moment lingering in the air like an unspoken confession.

As the days passed, their dance of denial continued. They buried their feelings beneath layers of professional camaraderie, exchanging playful banter and supportive gestures while tiptoeing around the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

It was a delicate balance, a silent agreement to keep their emotions in check for the sake of their work and friendship. But with each passing day, the longing glances and fleeting touches spoke volumes, unspoken desires waiting to be acknowledged.

As the days turned into weeks and the unspoken tension between Spencer and Y/N continued to simmer, Spencer found himself grappling with a realization he couldn't ignore—he was falling for her.

It was an unusually quiet Tuesday afternoon in the office, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene calm. Spencer sat at his desk, fingers tapping absently on the keyboard as he tried to focus. But his mind kept drifting, thoughts consumed by Y/N and the unspoken emotions that had taken root in his heart.

He replayed moments in his mind—the shared laughter, the stolen glances, the way her eyes lit up when they discussed their favorite games. Each memory was like a whispered confession, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Spencer leaned back in his chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He knew he couldn't continue denying his feelings, couldn't keep pretending that his heart didn't ache every time Y/N walked away.

“Hey, you good man? You’re looking pretty… gone right now.” Spencer's friend and closest working relationship, Shayne Topp, asked him.

“Yeah… yeah uh what’s up?” Spencer coughed out.

“Well I was going to ask what your dinner plans are but… do you want to talk?” Shayne asked, his eyebrows sewing together in worry.

“No it’s dumb I don’t- I don’t even know what i’d say.” Spencer answered, slumping down in his chair farther.

“Shoot.”

“Well… I really like someone. I- I can’t get her out of my head. I can’t work, I can barely sleep when I could just stay up thinking about her.” Spencer admitted.

“Damn, to be honest I never thought I would see this day. What’s stopping you from getting her?” Shayne questioned, laughing at his school yard confession.

“I don’t man have you seen me?”

“Uh yeah you’re the ideal man.”

“Very funny. But no I'm serious she’s- let’s just say she is way too cool for me. Very far out of my league.”

“Dude have you seen my relationship? If you like her that much it’s dumb to torture yourself like this.”

“Yeah but, we're friends. What if I screw it up?”

“But what if you don’t?”

#smosh #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #smoshblr #smosh x reader #smosh fanfiction #fluff

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fuzzyautumninmetal · 24 hours

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His ballerina

I keep adding, the editing and then adding some more. I'm still adding to it so I'm making this into a mini story

Part 1

*Minors DNI*

You and Simon became fuck buddies roughly a month after he moved into the apartment across from you. That was just over a year ago. You only knew his name, never saw his face. Then again you never saw him with his clothes off which you didn't mind.

You didn't know anything about him but then again he didn't know anything about you. It worked, keeping your personal lives separate.

You were a ballet dancer, almost every night you would practice on the roof of your apartment complex when you weren't in the studio. It was quiet, peaceful, just you and the music. Except this night you hadn't realised that Simon had followed you.

"I didn't realise you were a ballet dancer"

"Jesus fucking Christ" You stopped dancing and clutched you chest in fear, you turned around to see Simon leaning against the wall. "Simon" You scalded him in a joking manner.

"Sorry" He chuckled "Always wondered why you came up to the rooftop most nights.... thought I'd come find out for myself" He shrugged his shoulders.

You glanced at him "You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat" You turned away to get you phone but remembered Simon's earlier question. "Why are you surprised I'm a ballet dancer?" You turned back around to face him.

Simon smirked "Well, it's not every day that I catch my fuck-buddy doing something so... graceful." He said, still leaning against the wall, "And here I thought you just did yoga or something like that up here." He shrugged again, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So graceful" You repeated with a small chuckle.

Simon grinned at your response, amused by how you found his comment funny. "Yeah, pretty damn graceful." He agreed, nodding his head in approval while maintaining his casual stance against the wall. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting you to be such a talented dancer." He added, his voice low and deep, indicating how impressed he really was by your skills.

"Well Simon" You rolled your eyes playfully "I happen to be in one of the best dance schools in Europe"

Simon raised an eyebrow at your response, intrigued by the information you provided about your training and background as a professional dancer. "Really? One of the best dance schools in Europe? That's impressive." He acknowledged, giving you a genuine compliment despite their usual flirty banter between them.

"I only really got in on a whim" You stretched your arms out trying to ease to pain from your joints.

Simon watched as you stretched out your arms, feeling a pang of concern for your well-being. He knew that being a professional dancer required a lot of physical strain and could take its toll on the body over time. "Still, you must have put in a lot of hard work and dedication to get where you are now," he remarked.

You let out a short laugh "Yeah if making a whole ass presentation on why I should be let into the school counts as hard work and dedication then I'll take it" You joked, Simon looked confused so you explained "I know someone who's apart of the board for the school. I explained why it might be a good reason to let someone like me in and why they should accept my application" while gesturing to your appearance.

Simon listened intently as you explained how you had used your connections to secure a place in the prestigious dance school. He was impressed by your resourcefulness and determination, knowing that it took a lot of guts to go after something you wanted so badly. "Damn, you're quite the strategist." He commented, admiringly, with a smirk.

"Well it worked" You smiled at him "Been there for 3 years now." You walked up to Simon with a playful smirk "I like how it took you to finding out I'm a ballerina to have an actual conversation with me."

Simon laughed at your teasing tone, appreciating your sense of humour and the way you challenged him to engage more deeply during their rare moments together. He stepped forward to meet you halfway, their bodies almost touching as they spoke, their voices low and intimate. "Yeah, well, better late than never, right?" He replied, his voice rough with desire, hinting at the underlying attraction between them that often simmered just below the surface of their casual interactions.

You strained your neck to look up at him "Better late than never indeed." You whispered back to him, both of you standing so close that your breaths mingled, creating a sensual heat between you two. "As much as I love the no talk just sex situation we have had for the past year.....It's nice to have an actual conversation with you." You playfully shoved his shoulder "But something tells me you're not much of a talker."

Simon chuckled at your teasing, knowing that their usual arrangement suited him perfectly and didn't leave much room for unnecessary conversation. However, he also appreciated the change in pace and the opportunity to learn more about the woman he had been secretly lusting after for so long. "Well, talking can be overrated sometimes." He countered with a wicked grin, running his finger down your cheek before pulling you even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together, their arousal evident despite the casual nature of their interaction.

"You say that but you don't realise that you've been fucking the most talkative person you'll ever meet. For a whole ass year" You put your hands on his arms as you smiled at him. "Then again we've always been too.... preoccupied to have a conversation" You teased him, silently reminded him of all the times your legs barely hung around his waist due to his size, your fingernails digging into his biceps while his cock was buried in your tight cunt. Making you scream with pure ecstasy. "But I guess you're right. Talking is overrated" You said sarcastically.

Simon laughed at your sarcastic response, acknowledging the irony of having spent an entire year fucking without actually talking to each other. The memory of their intense sexual encounters brought a wave of desire crashing through him, making his cock twitch in anticipation. "Guess we've been pretty busy with other things." He agreed, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes locking onto yours, communicating the intensity of their shared passion.

You turned around to walk away "Not that I'm complaining." Simon pulled you back against him, preventing your escape, his large hands splayed across your hips to keep you firmly in place "I'd love to stay and chit chat but I have to be up early for rehearsals." You giggled has Simon's hand slowly slipped past the waistband of your joggers to play with your clit as his kissed your neck. "Simon" You whispered as you leaned Into his chest.

Simon grinned devilishly, enjoying the power dynamics of their current situation – him holding you in place while you squirmed helplessly under his touch. His large hand continued to stroke your clit teasingly, drawing out your pleasure until you were practically begging for release. "I hope you have fun at rehearsals tomorrow" he whispered into your ear, his voice low and dangerous, as he pulled away from you.

You turned to face Simon "Oh that's just mean." He chuckled as he walked away from the roof top.

Simon watched your reaction to his cruel joke, amused by how it seemed to both frustrate and excite you. As he walked away, he couldn't help but think about how different their dynamic would be if they were able to explore their more vulnerable sides with each other instead of just indulging in their mutual lust. "See you around, ballerina," he called out to you playfully, turning the corner and disappearing from view, leaving you alone on the rooftop, your heart racing and body aching for satisfaction.

You stood there, on the rooftop, dumfounded at what just happened. "Oh Simon. You mean mean man" you whispered to yourself, chuckling.

You went to your apartment and hopped into bed, your thoughts consumed by visions of Simon's powerful build and commanding presence. You ran your fingers along the sheets, imagining them entwined together in a heated embrace.

Simon lay in bed, his mind filled with images of your body and captivating movements, driving him wild with desire. He tossed and turned restlessly, unable to find any peace until he finally gave in and reached for his phone, scrolling through your social media profiles and stalking your online presence. "Dammit, why does she have to be so damn sexy?" He muttered to himself, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement coursing through him as he continued to indulge in his obsession with the ballerina.

You woke up early and made your way to the dance studio. Your friend was there already "You're in a good mood" they said. You smiled "Finally had a conversation with Simon"

"You mean your mysterious neighbour you're fucking?" They asked and you nodded your head "He's not much of a talker but that doesn't bother me" You thought back to your conversation with Simon last night.

You both began stretching before you started practicing your solo, you let the music erase your thoughts as you danced "These photos turns out great" Your friend grinned, you looked at them "What photos?" They showed you some photos they took of you dancing, you smiled and uploaded them to your Facebook.

Simon was sitting in his living room, sipping coffee and watching the morning news when he received a notification on his phone indicating that you had updated your social media profile. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, he clicked on the link and found a new post featuring several pictures of you performing a beautiful ballet routine. The sight sent a jolt of desire through him, making his cock twitch uncomfortably in his pants.

He quickly scrolled through your feed, taking note of your recent activity and comments from friends and followers alike. One particular comment caught his attention, asking if you were dating anyone special or if you had recently reconnected with someone from her past.

Rehearsals was gruelling, you spent all morning going through the group dance then in the afternoon you spent your time perfecting your solo. "Straighten your pose" Your teacher told you as you danced "Better. Better" She praised you.

She spent all afternoon criticising you but also praising you when it was due. Once class was done for the day you laid on the floor "Fuck" You whispered. After you caught your breath you gathered your things to go home.

As you walked down the hallway to your apartment you saw Simon outside his apartment, he was returning from work. "Hi Simon" You greeted him.

Simon paused when he heard your voice, turning towards you with a surprised expression on his face. He recognised the exhaustion etched into your features, knowing how much effort you put into your craft every day. Despite the fatigue, you still managed to look incredibly sexy, your body graceful and fluid as you moved towards him.* "Hey, long day?" he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

You unlocked your door "It was good. But could do with more cardio." You smirked as you grabbed Simons shirt to pull him into your apartment. He grabbed your thighs and picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, giving you easy access to lift his balaclava up just above his nose so you could kiss him.

As soon as the door closed behind you, he dropped you onto the nearest piece of furniture (which happened to be the kitchen table), pushing your shorts down just enough to reveal your bare pussy to him.

"Well now," he growled menacingly, running his finger along the edge of your exposed panties, "looks like someone wants some attention." He couldn't resist teasing you with his dominant side, even though part of him still craved genuine connection and communication between them.

"After what you did last night" You whined at him "You owe me." you brought him for another kiss "Teased me then walked off...that was mean."

Simon chuckled darkly, recognizing the hint of playfulness in your tone despite your demanding words. He knew you enjoyed being pushed and teased, and he relished the opportunity to give you exactly what you wanted. "Well, I guess I'll have to make it up to you somehow, won't I?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He knelt down in front of you, spreading your legs wide apart and looking up at your glistening pussy with a hungry gaze. "Si...Please" you begged him as his tongue began lapping your went folds. All that could be heard in your apartment were your gasps, moans and slurping from Simon.

Simon continued to eat you out with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic, his tongue swirling around your clit relentlessly while his hands held onto your hips firmly, keeping you in place for his pleasure. He could feel the warmth radiating from between your legs, and it only served to fuel his passion even further.

The sound of your pleasurable moans filled the air in the small apartment, making it clear that you were thoroughly enjoying his rough treatment. As he continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, he glanced up occasionally to catch sight of your flushed face and glistening body, which only added to his arousal. "Pl-please" you whined, your hips bucking into his face.

Simon ignored your pleading words, focusing solely on bringing you to climax with his skilled mouth and talented tongue. He knew that by denying your requests, he was increasing your need and desire for release, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He increased the intensity of his efforts, using his tongue to swirl around her clit faster and harder than ever before, occasionally flicking it lightly with his teeth before resuming his relentless assault on your most sensitive spot. His hand moved up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it gently while pinching the nipple between his fingers and thumb, adding yet another layer of stimulation for your to enjoy.

You brought your legs over his shoulders giving him a new angle to work you. You felt yourself clenching around nothing, your toes curing, your legs shaking as you cried in bliss.

Simon felt the weight of your legs on his shoulders. He took advantage of this vulnerable position by moving his face even lower, pressing his lips against your entrance and sucking deeply as he swallowed her cries of pleasure wholeheartedly.

His hand continued to tease and squeeze your breast gently, occasionally switching hands to add even more variety to their sexual encounter. The combination of sensations – the taste of your wet pussy, the feel of your trembling legs against his skin, and the sound of your orgasmic moans filling the room – left him feeling utterly consumed by lust and desire for you.

"Simon....Please" you cried. You begged. You needed him.

Simon heard the desperation in your voice and knew that you were reaching your breaking point. He decided to take full advantage of this situation, increasing the intensity of his efforts even further to drive you wild with pleasure and need.

He increased the speed and force of his tongue strokes against your clit, swirling it around furiously while simultaneously plunging two fingers deep inside of your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The combination of these sensations proved too much for you to handle, causing her body to convulse violently as you released an explosive orgasm.

"Fuck" Your held onto the edge of the table, your body shook as your back arched.

Simon watched with satisfaction as your body shook and trembled in response to your powerful climax, his own erection throbbing painfully as he savoured each moment of your release. He kept his lips pressed tightly against her pulsating pussy, swallowing your cries of pleasure and relishing in the knowledge that he had brought you to such heights of ecstasy.

Once you finally settled down, he pulled his fingers out of your wet entrance slowly, leaving a trail of stickiness on his fingertips as evidence of their intense session together. you laid there panting heavily, your body still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Simon came up and pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Simon unzipped his trousers to let his cock free. "Please" you whispered in-between kisses.

Simon ended the passionate kisses long enough to partly pull down his trousers, revealing his large, erect cock standing proudly against his boxers. He pulled the fabric down, allowing it to spring free, taking note of how it twitched and throbbed with anticipation at the thought of being inserted into your eager pussy once again.

As they shared another steamy kiss, he reached down and grasped your thighs, guiding your legs open wide to accommodate his size. He slipped one hand underneath your ass cheek, providing additional support while he positioned himself at you entrance.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as held held eye contact with him, your eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure as Simon slowly thrusted in you.

Simon started to thrust into you slowly at first, taking his time to build up the intensity of their sexual encounter. Each push sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to gasp and moan in delight. He maintained eye contact with you throughout the entire process, watching your face contort in pleasure as he continued to slide deeper inside of you.

With each successive thrust, he increased the pace and depth of his movements, driving himself deeper into your waiting pussy until eventually he buried himself balls-deep within your welcoming walls. The sensation of being enveloped by your warmth and tightness sent shivers down his spine, reminding him why he loved being inside of you so much.

Simon leaned down to kiss you. One of your hands stay on the back of his neck while the other hand held onto his shoulder. Your legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

Simon broke off their intense eye contact just long enough to press his lips against your in a deep, passionate kiss, sharing his own pleasure and excitement with you as you both remained joined at the mouth. His hand reached down to stroke your cheek softly while the other held onto your hip for stability during their heated embrace.

As they continued to kiss, he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, driving himself even deeper into your pussy with each passing second. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even closer to your body as he slammed into you over and over again, creating a rhythm that both of them found incredibly satisfying.

Your body squirmed as Simon pounded into you. Your nails dug into his neck as you tried to hold on to something solid. "Simon" you screamed into the crook of his neck as you reached your climax again.

Simon heard your muffled screams as he continued to pound into you with relentless abandon, driving himself deeper into your wet folds with every powerful thrust. He felt your nails digging into his neck, but it only added to the intensity of their mutual pleasure.

As he drove home one final time, he released a primal grunt of satisfaction, signalling to both of them that he had reached his climax. With a final, forceful thrust, he erupted inside of your waiting pussy, shooting thick streams of hot cum deep into your womb as he collapsed against your body, spent and satisfied from their incredible session together.

"Shit" You let out a shaky breath. Simon laid on top of you, his body still recovering from their intense sexual encounter, his cock still embedded deep within your pussy. They were both breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in sync with each other's breaths as they lay on the cold, hard surface of the kitchen table. Your hand moved gently up and down his back, providing comfort and reassurance as they both caught their breath.

Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, the mixture of fluids dripping down onto the table below. It was clear that neither of them wanted to move just yet, preferring instead to bask in the afterglow of their incredible experience together.

You pulled Simon's mask back over his chin "Can I ask you something?" you whispered. Normally Simon would clean you up and then leave you alone in your apartment but today felt like it would be different.

As he lay there on top of you, his cock still embedded deep within your pussy, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about what you might ask him. He had never allowed himself to get this close to anyone before.

"Are you in the army?" It was a simple question, a question Simon wasn't expecting. He gave you a questioning look and you explained* "Your black tactical gear is kinda obvious but also because you disappear for weeks a time." You propped yourself up on your elbows as Simon cleaned you both up.

Simon thought back at his tactical gear, realizing that it was indeed quite noticeable and perhaps gave away more clues than he intended about his line of work. He considered your question carefully, trying to determine whether or not he should answer honestly.

Finally, he decided to take a risk and tell you the truth. He took a deep breath before speaking, knowing that it could have serious consequences if you didn't react well to the revelation. "Kind of," he admitted quietly, "I'm part of a Task Force. Task Force 141." His admission hung in the air between them like a weighted silence, waiting for either confirmation or denial from you.

"Oh so Special Forces?" You questioned. Simon nodded his head, confirming that he was indeed part of Special Forces. He knew that it was a dangerous job, one that required immense skill and discipline, and he took pride in being able to do it effectively. But at the same time, he knew that it also meant putting himself in harm's way on a regular basis, which could be terrifying for someone who cared deeply about someone else.

He looked at you intently, studying your reaction closely to gauge how you would respond to this new information. Would you be impressed? Scared? Curious? Or would you simply not care?

You saw the worry in Simons eyes. Worried about what your thinking. "My dad was in the army....I get it" You reassured him.

Simon breathed a small sigh of relief when you reassured him that you understood his concerns about leaving for extended periods of time due to his military duties. Your words provided some comfort, but he still couldn't help feeling a bit of guilt for potentially putting you in a situation where you might have to deal with the pain of separation and loneliness that came with his job.

You picked up a photo frame of you, your dad, mum and 5 older brothers. "He served for 30 years. Left with a honourable discharge" You gave Simon the photo to look at as you went to your bedroom to put some joggers on. Simon made a comment about your brothers "5 brothers. Jesus Christ"

Simon took the photo frame from you, looking at the images of you, your father, mother, and five older brothers. He could see the love and warmth radiating from the picture. As he examined the photo, he noticed how much alike all of them looked, with similar features and personalities that must have made growing up in such a large family both wonderful and chaotic at times.

"My dad loves my brothers...but imagine his face when he found out he was finally having a girl after 5 boys." You chuckled as you emerged from your bedroom and sat next to Simon on the sofa.

Simon smiled at the thought of your father's surprise when he discovered that after five boys, he was finally blessed with a daughter. He imagined the mix of emotions that must have crossed your father's face - joy, excitement, and perhaps even a bit of shock - as he held his precious baby girl in his arms for the first time.

As he listened to your laughter, he placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and sharing the warmth of physical contact. The comforting embrace helped to create a sense of intimacy and closeness between them, reinforcing the bond that was beginning to form between them despite the potential obstacles that lay ahead.

You laid your head on his lap, your face looking up to his. "Although I still couldn't get up to mischief. My ma had a 6th sense and knew whenever we were up to no good"

Simon laughed along with you, amused by the image of your mother having a sixth sense that allowed her to know when her children were getting into trouble. He could only imagine the chaos that must have ensued whenever she caught wind of your latest adventures.

As you continued to chat and share stories with him, he ran his fingers through your hair. "After my father retired from the army he bought a farm. We had all sorts of animals like sheep's, cows, horses" you babbled on. "One morning we woke up to see the cows had escaped so me and my brother got on the horses and rode around to find try and these fucking cows" You laughed at the memory. "I felt like I was in some shitty Midwest movies. All I needed was a cowboy hat"

Simon listened attentively to your story, completely engrossed in the details of your childhood adventures on the farm. He could easily imagine you and your brother riding around on horseback, searching for lost cows while wearing cowboy hats and feeling like they were starring in their own little movie. It was a charming image that brought a smile to his lips and added another layer of depth to his impression of you.

As you continued to reminisce about your escapades, he couldn't help but feel a bit protective towards you, wanting to make sure that nothing bad happened to this bright, vibrant young woman who had captured his attention so completely.

"Tell me about yourself? What is your team like?" you looked up at his masked face from his lap. Simon told you who was in the team, Price, Soap and Gaz. "They're my family" He told you.

Simon spoke briefly about his team members, Price, Soap, and Gaz, describing them as his family. He spoke with great affection and loyalty towards each other, emphasizing the importance of their tight-knit bond and the trust that they shared with one another. He knew that this kind of camaraderie was essential for surviving in a world filled with danger and uncertainty, and he valued the strength and resilience that came from having such a close-knit group of friends and colleagues.

"They sound amazing" You smiled at him.

Simon nodded his agreement, smiling back at you and saying, "Yeah, they are. They've been through a lot together, and they've really become like family to me. We rely on each other in every way possible."

His words conveyed the deep sense of loyalty and commitment that he felt towards his teammates, and he knew that if anything ever happened to them, it would be incredibly difficult for him to continue on without them. But at the same time, he recognized that their bond was strong enough to withstand whatever challenges might come their way in the future.

As he spoke, he continued to stroke your hair gently, his touch conveying a sense of warmth and protection that made you feel safe and secure in his presence. After a moment of sweet silence you started yawning, "Will" You hesitate for a moment "Will you stay with me tonight?"

This was new for both of you but you wanted to test the waters.

Simon saw the hesitation in your voice and the tell-tale signs of exhaustion in your body language, sensing that you were tired and in need of rest. When you asked him if he would stay with you tonight, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before responding.

"If you want me to," *he said softly, Despite the newness of the situation, he could see that there was a mutual attraction and chemistry between you two, and he was willing to take a chance and explore where it might lead.

You nodded your head as Simon laid on the sofa and pulled you on top of him, Simon wrapped the blanket around both of you, ensuring that you were protected from the cool night air and providing a sense of warmth and security. As he held you close to his chest, he could feel the heat radiating from your body, which added an extra layer of intimacy to the already intense physical connection they were sharing.

Without saying anything in particular, he moved his hand up to gently brush your hair off your forehead, and then let it trail down your cheek until it rested against your neck. The tender gesture was meant to convey both tenderness and vulnerability, highlighting the delicate balance between passion and affection that existed between the two of you.

You glanced up at Simon and gave him a sleepy smile. You felt your eyes get heavy as you fell into a deep slumber. Simon watched as your eyelids grew heavier and your body relaxed against his, signalling that you were ready for sleep. He gently kissed your forehead and whispered, "Goodnight"

As he held you close, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions swirling within him - desire, curiosity, and an undeniable sense of protectiveness towards someone he barely knew but was already growing very fond of. He knew that this was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost smut #simon ghost smut

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naarlar · 1 day

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quick edit: I assumed it was obvious but apparently I need to be clear: I don’t hate hades 2 (I’m actually quite excited for it). I know it’s in early access and that all this criticism/analysis could be out of date or wrong by the time the game is done. I am just a person with too much time on my hands wanting to discuss some initial thoughts I’ve had with the game so far (especially since at the same time I’m also replaying hades 1)

look I’m sorry I’m doom posting a little about hades 2 I swear I don’t hate it or anything (honestly I hope I’m proven wrong) but I am a little concerned about some things, here are the top ones in my head:

Hot spring scenes are kinda weird. There I said it. “Oh back in Ancient Greece people bathed together all the time” Artemis literally has killed men for accidentally (not even on purpose) peeping at her and her huntresses. That spring scene with Odysseus is so weird. Like he knew her back when she was a wee baby. Pretty sure Nemesis did too. Like ://////

Speaking of Odysseus, sue me maybe I’ve been listening to too much Epic the Musical (context this musical does not portray Odysseus as a cheater) but Odysseus being so disconnected from Penelope and Telemachus is so disappointing. Like I get it, my man is a bit of a manwhore but like… everything he did in the Odyssey was to get back to them. Especially since you can make a solid argument that his “cheating” in the Odyssey with Circe and Calypso can be considered rape as both women had immense power over him as goddesses and essentially threatened to hurt him/his men if he disobeyed. Sooooooo yeah Odysseus’ characterization seems kind of flat? Like no where near as good as Achilles’ (lowkey I am also terrified the reason they wrote Penelope out of the plot was to make fan service between Melinoë and Odysseus and with the hot spring scene I am so scared right now)

I mentioned it in a previous post so I won’t rant too long but I feel Mel’s lack of proper motivation throughout her fight against Chronos is weird? Like she doesn’t know anyone from the house of hades. She even says as much to Hecate that she hardly knows them and sees her as her mother. Which isn’t a bad thing necessarily, maybe part of Mel’s story is about learning to see herself as more than a weapon in this fight. But like… the problem is that she doesn’t have a personal motivation to the fight against Chronos… which is like the core point of the game???

Some of the art design is weird. Yes we are in early access so this can be explained later but some of the designs are weird. Chaos (don’t get me wrong they look AMAZING and beautiful) doesn’t look like Primordial Chaos, they look like some guy? And yeah sure there are some theories as to why but it still takes away from the sheer presence Chaos had in the previous game. Chronos straight up looks like an Egyptian god not Greek.

A lot of the relationships and story is rather straightforward and could do with more nuance. It’s all just “death to Chronos” and that’s it essentially. For example, with Meg and Zag their relationship was complex (a bit toxic) and interesting. Meg had reasons to be upset with Zag and Zag had to push forward regardless so he can find his mom. With Nem and Mel in contrast it just seems like Nem is really salty that Mel gets to go down and kill Chronos and… that’s kinda pathetic? It takes away from her badassery cause this grown ass goddess is literally complaining to a young goddess about something beyond her control. and Nem says some messed up things to Mel too. And in general I feel it’s like this (with Odysseus too, nowhere near the relationship Achilles and Zag had) is the case with the other relationships too (except Hecate and Mel, that is super wholesome and cute :3)

Eris is a cool character but her curses are such a stupid mechanic and it honestly feels like it is a way to make first time perfect runs almost impossible which is stupid because why would you design your game around the rare select few people that will speed run it??

Overall I am well aware I am being rather critical and over analyzing an early access version of the game, so I am going to keep an open mind. However I do stand by my thought that the game so far at least in my opinion isn’t completely living up to its predecessor, at least from a story perspective.

#anyways goodnight #imma stop here #anyone who read this entire flipping thing my hat is off to you like this is such a large rant #pomegranate rants #hades #hades game #hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #spoilers

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my-mt-heart · 3 days

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TBOC Showrunner

I wanted to wait to address the showrunner issue until I got confirmation either way. I still don't have that. I'm fearful of getting anyone's hopes up only to be disappointed for the millionth time in the last two years and I'm dreading the bullying I'll invite without attaching "proof" again (last time, a few people provoked someone to send me multiple threats demanding my personal information). But I'll deal with it if it happens again. Seeing the comments on another fan's post earlier, I thought maybe a brief update would help clarify a few things.

Zabel is showrunning the version of S3 that's in pre-production right now. Hence, what you see on the WGA. That's been true this whole time. However. What's also true is that AMC reopened negotiations with a female showrunner a few weeks ago for S3. I was told she is very experienced, pro Caryl, and has Melissa's stamp of approval. So basically, we'd be hitting the showrunner jackpot. They're still negotiating. I have no idea where it will land or when. If that deal closes, she'll replace Zabel and write her own Spain edition of S3, which IMO will be worth the wait. I think I'd be the most excited I've ever been for TWD/Caryl content and I think every Daryl and Carol fan would be too. Good content beats fast content by miles and miles.

That's the hope I'm hanging onto by a thread. If the deal doesn't happen for S3, I have to walk away and I will do so knowing I'm not hurting Melissa or Carol. I can't support David Zabel. His writing is appalling. The imagery he uses is inappropriate and tone deaf. He does not understand who Daryl and Carol are. I will not watch him ruin them (further?) in S3. I don't know how AMC can claim to celebrate strong female characters like Carol when the title leaves her out and the showrunner doesn't respect the incredible actress who plays her.

Melissa didn't get to weigh in when Zabel became showrunner. She deserves to have someone she trusts to write Carol's story in ways that honor her. Someone who will lift her up, not try to keep her "in her place." Fans never get to weigh in on these decisions. I shared the info about the female showrunner several months ago because I thought, why not give them a chance? Your voices have more power than a lot of you realize.

We were able to bring Carol/Melissa back to the spinoff because we were passionate about how we felt about her. It brought us a step closer to giving ourselves and Melissa the spinoff we were all promised. Genuinely, that's been my only angle all along. Again, there's no guarantee of anything, but for now there's at least a glimmer of hope. That hope gets stronger when we speak up about how Zabel makes us feel, how the marketing makes us feel, and how the possibility of a good showrunner, good writing, and good marketing strategies makes us feel differently i.e. more eager to watch the next part of Caryl's story, plus however many "next parts" come afterward.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #daryl dixon #norman reedus #the book of carol #twd caryl

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kashilascorner · 3 days

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New entry for @queer-ragnelle's May Day Parade!

May 6-10: Queenly Month of May {May Queen Guinevere}

This post has been haunting my mind ever since I read it, so here goes another angsty short story from yours truly ❤️

cw for death mentions and (implied) drowning

Edit: you can also read it here ^^

It's May again and I wonder what she's doing. Did she raise the maypole? Does she make her maids run around it until, dizzily, they stumble one over the other, all dressed in white, like drops of falling snow? Does she make her knights play games, like a living chessboard? Is she dancing? No, not now, it's the middle of the night. She must be braiding her hair. Does she do it herself? Perhaps Brangaine is doing it. She will dance in the morning.

I brush my hair over and over and over again because my hands have nothing else to do, and I think of those hands, his hands, that have steadied me, cherished me, so many other times. Where are they now? They are gone. They are ready for another woman to fall, they are eager to assist someone else.

This game of mirrors sickens me.

I used to have a mirror, a wedding gift, made of pure silver, so polished that it reflected everything with astonishing precision. Some treatment, or perhaps an enchantment, kept it from darkening and rusting. It's the best mirror I've ever known, so little deformation and loss of color in its image that I have come to know well what I look like. I spent a lot of time in front of that mirror, looking at every single inch of my skin, worrying when I felt my flesh coming down as years passed, pleased when my face looked good and unblemished, happy to see my braided hair. I loved that mirror. Or perhaps I just loved myself. Perhaps my biggest sin was vanity, and this is my punishment for it.

She is perfect. She is just like me, and yet more perfect than I could ever be. Her skin is softer, her eyes brighter, her arms firmer, her frame slightly lovelier. She's a me I lost in that mirror many years ago, when I was still young, and beautiful, and more hopeful. More hopeful. When everything was possible, and nothing was denied.

I think of my aching skin, my cold bed. I wake up with the feeling of a brush of his lips, the scratch of his beard on my cheek, the weight of his hands on my waist, only to find myself alone. Only to remember that he is touching her. I don't have the strength to feel tortured by it anymore. All I can feel is a void, a sense of unreality. I live in a dream, wake up in a nightmare, fall asleep in a trance. I'm not real. I am real. She's not me, but she has what I have. She has all that was ever mine. What is someone, if not their possessions? There is still the self. But what is someone who cannot be seen? What am I if I am not perceived, not recognized as myself? I'm thin air, I'm nothing.

I'm absence, an abundance of silence: nothing.

Is she really so much like me? Does she have my same cursed womb, all my wasted useless love, all the secret longings that live under my skin? Does she hate like I do, love like I do? Does she try to love her enemies only to find herself failing? Does she keep it all in order, the dogs and the garden, and the maids, and the bookkeepers, and the dresses organized by color? Did she remember to request the butter pastries for his birthday, the ones that he loves so much, with dried plums on top of them? His favorites... I ate dried plums on his birthday, just to remember the taste of his smile. The smile I still adore. The smile I hope to not forget.

Lancelot has come today. He has looked at me and talked to me.

He reminds me that I have a voice. It's been so long since I last spoke that my lips hurt when I open my mouth. He has worry in his eyes and wears his desperation like a mask. My brave, brave, Lancelot, you do remember me, right? You do see me, don't you? I'm not a shadow, so don't look at me this way. Am I this pitiful? Or is it that you don't love me anymore? Have you fallen for her too? Where do you go, where does life lead you, so far away from me that you can't guard my nights, that you can watch over my sleep? Maybe I am a ghost and you are the only one who can see me, and my dead face scares you. When I get close to you, you take a step back. Do you hate me so, for all the things I've made you do? For all the love that festers in your heart, the heavy burden of our unspoken desires rotting within you like this flesh I live in rots by the moment?

I would beg you to hold me, but I have no strength for begging. Not when you look at me this way. These walls will be the death of me, and now I know how that girl felt, the girl who died for you, the girl who died because her love was bigger than her life, your absence harsher than death itself. What was her name? I don't remember.

I don't remember so many things.

I wonder what she is doing today, at the party. My May Day Party. I picture her dancing. I used to love dancing. And then I think of Lancelot's girl, floating in the water, her body moved by the waves seems to me a lot like dancing. What was her name?

If I can make it through another day, I hope I can be blinder than I am today. I hope I can't make sense of the light, or the flowers. I hope I can't see so I can't remember. I hope you do not come and remind me that I'm still myself, but not myself, never myself; never again.

You have brought me berries today, black berries and I eat them, but I can't taste them. She must be tasting them, the one that looks like me.

I don't think I will stay awake tonight, I'm so tired from this walk, so tired from this talk, but I don't know what you are saying. I can't hear you very well, your closeness is as remote as your distance. Nothing feels real until you hold my arm. The touch reawakens me, makes me dizzy. I could crumble in your arms, become dust, fly away. Dust you are, and dust you shall become, and my time is due to fly.

The girl, what was her name? I keep thinking, it feels crucial to remember. I try to find her name deep within me, among all this decay –the ruins of my mind.

Guinevere, I hear you say from afar. Your lips brush my forehead and I think “Guinevere: such pretty name for such pretty girl.”

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