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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Gena Rowlands (The High Cost of Living, Lonely Are the Brave)— Ok obviously she is the most beautiful woman ever but she’s also one of the greatest actors ever she is such a powerhouse and also her relationship with John Cassavetes is really cute. It hurts to see him live your dream but it’s nice to know she was so loved

Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

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Gena Rowlands propaganda:

has your husband made movies about how awesome you are?

Audrey Hepburn propaganda:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

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I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funs against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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all mine — derek hale x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, vampire!reader, rivalry trope, creampie, sadism, requested fic!!

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synopsis: he needs recruits for his pack, you need recruits for a pack of your own. the town is big enough for only one supernatural phenomenon, but you refuse to go down without a fight.

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the night air was thick with tension as you prowled through the dimly lit streets of beacon hills. moonlight spilled onto the asphalt, casting long shadows that danced around you. you were far from the usual supernatural resident of this town. you had no pack, no allegiances, and no high-and-mighty purpose. your existence was fueled by something simpler, more primal—you relished the act of feeding on humans.

stiles and scott, your two unlikely friends, often warned you about the dangers lurking in the supernatural world, and tonight had proven their point. they were your allies in this strange town, and while you didn't exactly need their protection, you enjoyed their company. the trio had faced numerous challenges together, but tonight, you were in the spotlight. derek hale, the brooding alpha werewolf, had been pursuing you relentlessly. he saw you as a potential recruit for his pack, a means to strengthen his power. however, you had no intention of bowing to his authority or becoming a pawn in his game.

tonight, the confrontation reached its climax in a desolate alleyway. derek, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin, blocked your path. the full moon accentuated his fierce demeanor, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he growled, “join my pack, or face the consequences.” you sneered, your lips curving into a wicked smile. your voice dripped with the an almost seductive arrogance as you purred, “consequences? darling, you really don't know who you're dealing with, do you?”

his nostrils flared, and he lunged at you, his claws extended. in the blink of an eye, you moved, a blur of motion, easily sidestepping his attack. his fist struck the brick wall with a resounding thud, creating a shower of debris. the alpha stumbled backward, wincing in pain.

with a self-satisfied smirk, you approached him, your eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “derek, darling, let me make something clear. i'm not joining your pack. in fact, i'm here for recruits of my own. i have no noble agenda like yours—i simply have the need to feed.”

derek's rage and frustration were evident, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. you had compelled him, and he was left powerless to resist. as he helplessly watched you, his hatred slowly morphed into something entirely different—a fascination that burned brighter with each passing moment.

your smile widened, a predatory glint in your eyes. “so, derek, are you curious yet? i have a feeling you and i could have a lot of fun together.”

and in that alleyway, under the watchful gaze of the moon, an unexpected connection began to take root—an alliance fueled by mutual curiosity, defiance, and the allure of the supernatural world that surrounded them.

the tension between you and derek lingered in the air, palpable and charged. he remained on the ground, pinned not by physical force but by your compelling presence. you exuded an aura of enigmatic allure, a dangerous beauty that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

derek's anger, once fierce and unyielding, had transformed into an intricate web of conflicting emotions. he found himself captivated by your honesty, or perhaps it was the brazen way you embraced your darkness that intrigued him. it was a quality he rarely encountered in the supernatural world—a ruthless pragmatism that echoed his own.

his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as your words slithered through his mind. he could feel the delicate tendrils of your compulsion wrapping around his thoughts, and he was powerless to resist. there was a raw honesty to your confession, an unapologetic embrace of your true nature that struck a chord within him. “you—you're different," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "most vampires i've encountered are colder, more ruthless.”

your laughter, like the tinkling of glass against glass, filled the alley. “i assure you, i can be just as ruthless when necessary. but what sets me apart is my honesty. i don't pretend to be something i'm not. i revel in the darkness that courses through my veins.”

the moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, casting a halo of radiance around your form. it was a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to derek, a constant reminder of the beast that resided within him. serek's eyes never wavered from yours, and in that moment, he realized that he was drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. it was a dangerous attraction, one that defied logic and reason. he knew that aligning himself with you could lead to consequences he couldn't yet foresee, but he was willing to explore this uncharted territory.

with great effort, he pushed himself to his feet, his movements cautious and deliberate. “i won't join your pack,” he said, his tone resolute. “but i won't stand in your way either.”

and so, in that alleyway bathed in moonlight, a fragile truce was born. two supernatural beings, bound by their dark desires and their defiance of the norms of their respective worlds, began a dance of intrigue and temptation. the world of beacon hills had just become a little more complicated, and derek hale found himself entangled in a web of shadows, drawn by the enigmatic allure of the vampire who refused to conform to the rules of their supernatural existence.

in the days that followed that fateful night in the alley, derek found himself unable to shake the allure of your presence. he watched from the shadows as you moved through beacon hills, a graceful and deadly predator in your own right. it was a stark contrast to his own pack, where strength and dominance were measured in more traditional ways.

he observed you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like a moth hovering on the edge of a flame. there was a certain elegance to your brutality, a refinement in the way you dispatched your victims. it was as if you took pleasure not only in the act of feeding but also in the artistry of it all.

one evening, he watched you from a distance as you entered a dimly lit bar, the neon sign flickering above the entrance. you sat alone at the bar, a glass of crimson liquid in hand. it was a curious sight—the vampire who reveled in the darkness, seeking solace in the anonymity of a human establishment. derek couldn't help but wonder what thoughts swirled within your enigmatic mind as you sipped your drink.

as the night wore on, he approached the bar, taking a seat a few stools away from you. you acknowledged his presence with a sidelong glance, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips. the air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a palpable awareness of the connection that was slowly forming.

“you seem to have a fascination with me, derek,” you purred, your voice as smooth as silk. “or is it curiosity?” he didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to study you with those intense, cobalt eyes. “maybe it's a bit of both,” he admitted finally. “you're unlike anyone I've ever met.”

your laughter was low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. “that's because i refuse to be confined by the rules of our kind. i embrace my nature without apology, and that terrifies some.” derek nodded in understanding. he knew all too well the weight of expectations and the burden of legacy that came with being an alpha. but here, in the presence of a vampire who was unapologetically herself, he felt a sense of liberation, a flicker of something he had long buried beneath layers of responsibility.

days turned into weeks, and your encounters with derek became more frequent. he found himself drawn to your boarding house, a place that exuded both elegance and darkness. the scent of bourbon hung in the air as you sat in solitude, contemplating the world beyond the shadows.

one evening, he joined you on the porch, the creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots breaking the silence. he held out a bottle of bourbon, a silent offering. you accepted it with a nod of appreciation, pouring a generous amount into your glass.

“sometimes,” you began, your voice soft and reflective, “i wonder if it's all worth it. this existence, the darkness that consumes us. but then, i take a sip of this,” you raised your glass, the amber liquid catching the moonlight, “and i remember why i embrace it.” derek studied you, his gaze searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate. “we all have our demons,” he said finally. “our own reasons for living in the shadows.”

a knowing smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that we do, derek. and perhaps, in each other, we've found a kindred spirit—one who understands the allure of the darkness and the beauty that can be found within it.”

and so, in the quiet moments shared on that moonlit porch, derek hale and the vampire with the seductive allure formed a bond that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural worlds. it was a connection forged in the fires of curiosity and defiance, a fragile thread that held the promise of something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated.

a few weeks into your growing connection with derek, you decided to make a memorable entrance at the local bar. you had a reputation for leaving a lasting impression, and this night would be no exception. the bar was buzzing with activity when you walked in, the dim lighting casting a seductive haze over the patrons. a tray of martinis passed by, and with a swift, graceful movement, you snatched one from it, the crystal glass glistening in your hand. all eyes turned toward you as you made your way through the crowd, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

stiles, always the first to dive headfirst into any opportunity, was the first to approach you. he leaned in intimately from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “fancy a game of pool?” you turned to meet his gaze, a wicked gleam in your eyes. “why not?” you replied with a playful smile.

stiles's hand found its way to your waist, his touch possessive as he guided you toward the pool table. as you bent over to line up your shot, he leaned in even closer, his chest pressing against your back. the scent of his arousal hung in the air, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity.

meanwhile, derek watched from a distance, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and jealousy. he could smell Stiles's arousal, and it gnawed at him, igniting a fierce possessiveness deep within him. unable to contain his emotions any longer, he strode forward, his movements predatory. he reached out, firmly snatching your wrist and pulling you away from the pool table and stiles's grasp. with an apologetic glance at stiles, you allowed derek to guide you through the crowded bar and out into a nearby alleyway.

the cold night air hit you both as you stood in the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. derek's eyes bore into yours, his voice low and demanding. “you don't belong to anyone, especially not him.” you met his intensity with a challenging gaze of your own. “i don't belong to anyone, derek. i told you, i make my own choices.”

his grip on your wrist tightened, his anger and frustration evident. “i won't let him touch what's mine.” the possessiveness in derek's voice sent a shiver down your spine, and a dangerous smile curled your lips. “oh, der, i'm not anyone's to claim. but perhaps,” you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, “you can convince me otherwise.”

in the alleyway, amid the tension and desire that crackled in the air, a new layer of complexity was added to your evolving connection with derek. the dynamics within the beacon hills supernatural circle had shifted, and as the night continued, the flames of intrigue and temptation burned brighter than ever.

you liked the way his breath felt on your neck. warm, but still somehow able to raise goosebumps across the surface. it was the same way his touch ignited fire, yet left coldness in its wake. he made you dizzy with his attention to detail, the way he'd leave your head spinning and vision blurry all because he knew exactly what buttons to press and when to press them. he was rough, and yet careful, like every move was calculated in an effort not to cause you unnecessary pain, and he never left any unintentional bruises. he made you feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue—sometimes, his spearmint toothpaste and sometimes, you. he was god-like, when he had you like that, and you knew he liked the power trip—to feel superior in this one part of his life he could control.

he pressed his lips against yours, stubble prodding at your soft cheeks as his lips melted against yours. it started off slow and sensual, but only for a splot second. his right hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pushed you into the wall. you struggled against his touch, but against the lust that fueled his every move, you were unable to pull your wrists out of his grip.

“you're not going anywhere,” he purred against your ear. you struggled some more, but for the first time in forever, you gave up. you gave up and succumbed to him. “just like that, that's good.” you stopped resisting, finally melting into his touch completely. he smiled against the crook of your neck, stubble littering goosebumps against his skin as he peppered kisses against your neck. you bit back a moan when the kissing turned into sucking, his teeth pulling on your soft skin, popping vessels and leaving bruises that threatened to stay for a while.

you felt weak under his touch, the hairs on your neck standing up as you felt the straps of your tank top slide down your arms. derek's rough, veiny fingers hooked each strap as he pulled them down, revealing your lacy bra as you slipped out of the top. he couldn't help but grunt at the sight of your tits bursting out of your bra, his hands involuntarily rushing to your boobs. he could only toy with them in awe, your moans bringing him pleasure. never had you been able to imagine yourself so powerless, especially not in his presence.

“what's the matter, princess?” he practically taunted, his voice thick with lust as he licked the outline of one of your breasts, the tip of his tongue tracing your nipple before engulfing it whole. “cat got your tongue?” you couldn't help but tug at his locks of black hair, a gasp passing your lips despite your best efforts to bite back your moans.

“i've had better, hale,” you retorted, a small smirk painting your lips as his piercing gaze shot upwards, meeting yours. he was all but pleased with your answer, and he proved that by tugging at your nipple with his teeth, provoking a sensation that was flooded with pain and pleasure. it was his turn to smirk.

he had you crying in a matter of seconda. he had his palm splayed over your mouth, your cute little cries muffled while he bullied his thick cock into your pussy. your nails scraped at his back, marking his broad muscles with your desperation. he was so big and mean—didn't let you move, didn't let you speak, whispering in your ear, telling you to take it. to take what's yours and be his good little bitch. he bit your neck, running his teeth along your skin, telling you all you’re good for is warming his cock. when he finally lost himself in the feeling of your fleshy cunt squeezing around his dick, he told you to pick a number. “six,” you barely managed a whisper. he forced you to count all his hard strokes in your cunt until tears started to spill onto the slope of your cheeks, until you were gritting your teeth at how deep he was fucking you, until you were finally screaming as he came, spilling his white sticky cum into the used pocket of your pussy.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and low, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead while he stared at the way his cum spilled out your pussy, dripping lewdly into your soft, moist folds. you nodded weakly, gasping as he collected the cum out of your pussy onto his finger, licking the sticky white liquid with a sadistic smile.

he knew that if you were still conscious, he must not have gone hard enough.

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lixiektty · 2 years

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sweet tooth — kinktober day one

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warnings/kinks: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, language, hand kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (he keeps the rings on, i couldn't resist i'm sorry) , praise, some degradation, creaming, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

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you had to admit, this was one of the best and most relaxing moments ever. a peaceful evening in the fall, it was pretty dim out— though the soft orange string lights hanging around your room lit up the setting. your boyfriend was by your side, propped up by the pillows and head on his shoulder as you guys watched a movie and ate enough candy to give the two of you a sugar high.

long slender fingers that never failed to hit the right spot inside you when you and hyunjin would share your moments, the bones peaked out a bit as well as a few veins and the way the rings that decorated his hand that just added to the attraction. not that you're saying you're more attracted to your boyfriend's hands more than you actual boyfriend, it was just funny that everything about him was just perfect and something silly like hands would have you this weak.

it was hard for you to be straight up and tell hyunjin when you needed attention. he seemed to be so sucked into the movie, only doing so because he thought you were doing the same. you always felt like you were coming off as needy but really your just a horny girlfriend who misses the way her boyfriend feels.

"you alright baby?" hyunjin asked when he turned his head and noticed you had been looking out the window that was on the wall you were closest to.

"yeah, why?" you asked softly, tilting your head up enough to see him looking at you worryingly.

"just wondering," he replied and pecked your lips gently, "did you start to get bored with the movie?"

you hum, curling up against him as a way of warming yourself up, "kind of."

"let's watch something else, yeah?" he suggested, "something actually scary?"

"i only put on a movie that wasn't too scary cause you're a bitch," you said, only to poke fun.

"a bitch, huh?" he raised his eyebrows, and sat up, looking back at you.

"you are! when it comes to scary things, i do not like having to hear your loud ass screaming then causing me to go deaf in my right ear," you punch him playfully.

hyunjin rolled his eyes and leaned forward to click out of the previous movie and scroll through the horror collection. it was like it was your first instinct to have your eyes wander down and watch his fingers slide along the touchpad, if only hyunjin could read minds— how disgustingly turned on he'd be at the way you were thinking about it.

that was the thing you didn't understand about yourself, you knew how bad hyunjin could get, he fucks you whenever he feels the need to yet you're so afraid to ask for the same. 'no' would never even cross his mind if you were to speak up, automatically it'd be a yes, you still just couldn't build up the courage to do so.

your panties were drenched though, all you wanted was to feel the way he worked his tongue and fingers in and out of you till you were squirming and spilling out all over him. you for sure had the sudden urge to whimper and snap your legs shut, but how would that turn out.

eventually, the movie played and you had already got scared right at the beginning. though this movie was more interesting and it also made you pay attention, you were still thinking about hyunjin's hands on you. now, you both were laying down, your head resting on his chest and legs propped up on his own.

this was just a simple night watching a movie with the boy you love, but it meant so much. just quality time with each other as the hours go on. the movie hyunjin had put on was half way over, it was a good movie. just not good enough to get that damn thought out of your head.

"baby, can i have another chocolate?" you asked, so sweetly how could he resist.

he hums and stretches out his arm to reach for the bag, bringing back one of the kisses and handing it to you. you don't take it into your hand though, you sit there and wait, watching as he dangles it in front of your face.

"feed it to me," you say, slight seduction heard in your voice.

your boyfriend giggles it bit. you didn't know why, maybe the way you said it? humoring him.

"okay," he says, taking the candy into his fingers, taking off the foil then moving them towards your mouth.

you instantly catch them between your lips, sucking them lightly when taking the chocolate into your mouth. hyunjin tilts his head and watches how his fingers slowly departed from your plush lips.

a grin grew on his face before he said, "what're you trying to do?"

you shrug, chewing slowly and waiting for it to be chewed down enough for you to swallow. once you did, you reply, "i got distracted."

"with?" he asked, adjusting to sit up and rest on his elbow turning his attention towards you.

your eyes trail down from his forearms to his wrist, the veins trailing up to his hands made your things clench. hyunjin noticed the action but chose to ignored it.

you reach for his hand and pull them up, wiggling it infront of his face, "none of these movies are doing it for me." you say, pouting and look at your boyfriend, "i need you."

a smile appears on his face, pulling his hand out of your grasp and kissing you gently. feeling him against you always had you feeling like all that mattered, he paid your body so much attention and never stopped until he knew you were completely satisfied.

he was hovering over you immediately, computer moved to the edge of the bed. your bodies fit together like a puzzle piece, limbs intertwined with one another, lips moving never endlessly— addictive taste on both your tongues.

it was hard to be upset at the fact that he pulled away from your mouth to kiss your jaw and neck when it felt the way it did, sucking and nipping at the flesh until there were marks on you to reminisce the morning after.

"what do you want, baby?" he asked, mumbling into your skin.

"your mouth," you state, swallowing hard then speaking again, "fingers too."

"anything for you, sweetheart," from one minute to the next, hyunjin was quick with his movements. discarding your panties along with your short shorts that he loved way too much, your ass peeking out just enough to turn him on earlier.

hyunjin pulls up your shirt enough to expose your belly and began kissing it until he was down by your pussy, licking up your arousal. you saw him reach for one of his hands to begin taking his rings off but you stop him.

"no, keep 'em on," you say. you sounded too slutty, and he loved it.

his hands moved up to grab onto your breast hiding underneath your shirt and up to your face. he tapped your lips with his two pointer fingers and watched as you took them in obediently.

"dirty," hyunjin comments.

his fingers disappear right into your mouth, tongue sliding up against the pads of his fingertips. hyunjin knew you liked his hands, he just had no idea the effect they had on you even when not being intimate.

"suck on them slow, nice and slow just for me," he instructs, talking you through it, "like that. good girl."

this control and power the man had over you made you feel estatic. always says what's right, giving you the attention you know you infact do deserve, and making you overwhelmed with emotions.

it wasn't even the attention he gave you that made you feel this way— it was just something that helped. there was something about him just doing the bare fucking minimum, looking effortlessly beautiful and still having you weak in the knees.

you clench around nothing and grew goosebumps on the bare parts of your body from the cool fall air coming in from the window. everything felt just right, and it had you begging and wanting more. moaning around the fingers trapped in your mouth.

all hyunjin does is laugh, lifting his upper body from the mattress. you missed the warmth you felt from his face between your legs, even if it was just his head hovering over where you needed him the most.

"sure you don't wanna suck on my fingers for the rest of the night to get yourself off?" he asks, inching closer to your face, "you love my hands don't you?"

you nod, sucking harder gripping onto his wrist like he'd pull away. your lips wrapped around them perfectly, just like they did when they wore his cock, all pink and swole from the kisses before.

after a while of having hyunjin watch you suck his fingers until they were a bright pink, you pull them out by his wrist.

"i would, but i'd really like if they were inside me right now," hyunjin chuckled at your boldness.

again you weren't one to tell him everything you wanted. being so needy now though, and that being so relevant to hyunjin, you'd do anything to get exactly what you wanted right now.

"then give me my hand and i can give you that," his smile is bright, but his actions later didn't match up to that innocent smile of his.

you're already a mess feeling both his ring and middle finger slide inside of you. they felt nothing like his cock did, thick and breaking you open, heavy and veiny sliding out of you. they effected you the same way though, especially with the butterflies you got when just seeing his beautiful hands, sculpted by god knows.

his pace is steady, slow and stretching you out by the minute. you were drenching them, the cold metal inside you having your hips jerk up everytime.

you were already covered with goosebumps, you felt warm inside though, feeling hyunjin the way you did. all the soft kisses he spread around your body warmed you up as well, paying each and every curve of your body as much attention as the last.

his palm pressed flat against you, fingers plungers deep inside. hyunjin moved his hand up and down, teasing you from the inside out.

"do they feel good, princess?" he asked, gently kissing your knee and look down at you.

his hair fell down onto his face just right, you could barley see his eyes due to the brunette bangs but with how he had his mouth open ajar and never looking away from the body before him— you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

you didn't answer, thinking your moans would be enough. hyunjin curls his fingers and pulled up them out instantly afterwards, "i asked a question, my love."

he was rubbing softly against your bud in a circular motion, pushing you to speak to earn his fingers back. of course he knew you felt good, amazing at that, he just needed to hear it.

hearing it come from you always gave him an adrenaline rush, loving how you beg to feel even more than he's giving you because it just feels too good.

"they feel so good hyune— please, please," you pleaded, "fuck me with them."

hyunjin licks his lips and looks down at where his fingers were inserting you. your back arches off the bed at the feeling of them inside you again, clenching down hard and nearly pushing them right back out.

"you owe me, you know," hyunjin comments.

it was always out of kindheartedness to give each other something back in return, it was just a good thing to do. wether it be a night of you two fucking or not doing anything much then just playing around, if hyunjin would eat you out— you'd suck him off. things were just like that and always ended up that way.

the thing was, tonight you wanted his fingers until you passed out. they just were too addicting, and you were addicted, way too addicted.

"i know, baby. i know," you say, hands reaching out to grab his bicep. he moves closer and allows you to do so, nails digging deep into the skin, "just too good," you continue with a moaning following, "so fucking good."

hyunjin hums and his head falls into the dip of your neck, sucking lightly on the spot, "i love when you curse." he was wearing a shit eating grin and you knew it.

he was just like you— the simplest things turned him on, like the swear words that would leave your lips when playing a game with you, or when you accidentally drop something, or even when watching a movie and being pissed off at the character's decisions.

guess he could say everytime one of those words came from you, he imagines just how it would sound in bed. he didn't have to imagine though when he had you all for himself, with every 'fuck' and yelling god's name in vain he could not get enough of that shit.

"keep doing it and i'll go harder," he breathes out, hot breath warming your cold skin, "m' gonna have you creaming all over my fingers baby, the ones you love so much."

"fuck— ok– okay," you stutter, bottom lip now stuck between your teeth.

he's pumping his fingers in and out of you rapidly, curling them each time he was fully inside. his rings were rubbing up against your walls and adding a whole other kind of pleasure you couldn't explain.

"i love your fingers, fucking me so well." you comment, fucking yourself onto them with your hips thrusting up, "you should start keeping the rings on."

"yeah? like them?" he asked. his fingers were unstoppable, wet noises filling the entire room and being heard over the movie and the sounds outside of the wind blowing and leaves rustling.

"love them," you corrected.

you moaned louder by the second. how could his wrist not be tired? were his fingers cramping up? all these questions were the ones roaming around in your head but then again, how could he really get tired when he was making you feel like this? he'd go all night.

hyunjin sat up, moving out of your embrace. once his eyes meet at where you're both connected, this white substance covered his fingers, hands glistening as well as your folds.

"look at you y/n," he giggles, "a fucking slutty mess over some hands."

your eyes snap shut and your body feels fuzzy, knot in your stomach tightening more with each thrust of his long fingers.

"i'm afraid you're going to replace my dick with my fingers," hyunjin jokes.

you look down at him with the best of your ability, giving him a soft smile at his comment, "never."

"good," he says, right after he was face to face with your cunt again.

his tongue met your clit, capturing it into his mouth and sucking with force. the wet muscle moved everywhere he could, cleaning up the exposed part of his fingers.

he let out a satisfied groan, "how did i get so lucky?" placing one more kiss on your thigh before moving up to kiss you.

your teeth clashed together, neither one of you cared. too caught up in the moment and all, you were dripping down onto the bed and so close to your high you needed more.

"fuck me harder, bastard," you say through clenched teeth, "you know what i want, stop holding back."

your tone would have almost got you in trouble if it wasn't for how hazy hyunjin was feeling right now. if anything, this pushed him to use all the power he had.

this new pace and rhythm, techniques that would make you snap any minute now, along with a third finger being added, it all was a lot, and you felt yourself sucking him in and drenching the metal he wore.

"let it out, so good," hyunjin curls the tips of his fingers soon separately them and scissors them in and out of you.

your orgasm went on for what felt like forever, body jerking up and not letting hyunjin's fingers leave your body. he continued to finger fuck you throughout that period through, giving you his all like he knew he could and would give you.

"so sexy," he places a kiss onto your cheek then looks down to watch you catch your breath and come down.

you groan out once you feel the warmth of fingers leaving you. you missed them already, like you didn't just have them not too long ago. hyunjin allows you to come back to reality, cleaning up that mess you made with his tongue— the most useful tool.

he sat up after a while, licking his lips after finishing his task watching your chest move up and down, "hope you still got some energy in you."

#i fucking love hyune's hands #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #skz smut #skz imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #halloween smut #smut #imagine #imagines #kinktober #hand kink

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lutiaslayton · 9 months

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Did someone ask for more scans? No? Too bad, have more scans.

Emmy's letter to Professor Layton, post-Curious Village. The fabled letter, which can only be accessed properly if you rip open your copy of the Japan-exclusive Azran Legacy Guidebook (more or less).

Years ago, there were photos and a fan-translation floating around on tumblr. Now, I give you the new and high quality version, as well as a full transcript. You're welcome :>

It's been literally eight years since your post, but since your tags say that you wanted to be warned if a better scan were to be made, well... Here you go @puzzilitis x) I'm also tagging @the-azran-legacies, but I'm pretty sure your blog is completely dead since this translation post seems to be its latest sign of activity, and that was ten years ago.

Seriously though, just in case you get to see this -- thank you both so much for what you did all these years ago. Without your posts, I might never even have heard that this letter existed in the first place! Or, well, I likely would have heard of it by now given the fact that I've been documenting every single Layton media I can find -- but I would have lived through an entire decade of ignorance by that point.

The translation below has been done exclusively with DeepL because my free time is limited, sorry for that ^^' If you want another one in order to compare, you have the one linked above, and I will likely make another one later (much later).

みんなのエピソード２１｜レミからの手紙

Everybody's Episode 21: A Letter from Emmy

親愛なるレイトン教授へ Dear Professor Layton,

あれから数か月になりますが、教授、お元気ですか？ It's been a few months since then. Professor, how are you?

一緒に仕事をしている仲間からレイトン教授が遺産相続騒動を解決したという話を耳にして思わず手紙を書いてしまいました。 When I heard from a colleague I work with that you had solved an inheritance dispute, I couldn't resist writing to you.

タージェントから世界を救ったあのレイトン教授が単なる遺産相続のナゾトキの依頼を引き受けるなんて。まさか…と思いましたが、ナゾには目がない教授ですし、きっと知的好奇心を刺激される不思議な出来事だったんでしょうね。 How could the very same Professor Layton who had saved the world from Targent, now accept a mere inheritance puzzle request? I could not believe it… But you always had a penchant for puzzles, so I am certain that it had to be a mysterious event which truly stimulated your intellectual curiosity.

ルークはしっかりと役目を果たせたでしょうか？ Has Luke fulfilled his role well?

実は…私はいま、ワールドタイムズでカメラマンをしています。教授の活躍を教えてくれた仕事仲間って、ボストニアス号で世界を旅したときに出会ったドリスさんなんですよ。 By the way... I am now a photographer for the World Times. The colleague who told me about your activities is Doris. We met her when we were travelling around the world on the Bostonius.

教授のもとを去ってから私がワールドタイムズで働き始めたきっかけは、教授との旅がとても楽しかったから。 I started working for the World Times after I quit my job as your assistant, since I enjoyed the journey with you so much.

世界各地でのいろんな人との出会い、見る者を虜にする美しい景色…。それを世界中の人々に伝えたい、いっしかそんな気持ちになって、自然とワールドタイムズ編集部に足を運んでいました。 Meeting all kinds of people in different parts of the world, finding beautiful and captivating landscapes… I wanted to tell people all over the world about these experiences, and this is how I naturally came to visit the World Times editorial office.

今の仕事は、本当に楽しいです！ I really enjoy my current job!

ムスロッホでリボの滝と鍾乳洞の取材をしていたら、長老のシメジイさんから気になるうわさ話を聞いたんです。 While I was reporting for the Ribo Waterfalls and the limestone caves of Musloch, I heard interesting rumours from the elder, Mr Simejii.

そんな話を聞いたら、調査をするしかありませんよね！ After hearing such a story, I simply could not resist investigating!

村人たちの情報を頼り��鍾乳洞の奥を突き進んでいったら…幻の｢神秘の密林｣を発見しました！ After going deeper into the limestone caves, by relying on the information the villagers gave me… The fabled "Mystical Jungle" has been discovered!

ワールドタイムズの大スクープとして一面に大きく取り上げられたので教授もご存知かもしれませんが、これは私の初スクープなんですよ。 You may have already known of it since it was featured as huge news on the front page of the World Times, but this was my first scoop.

記事には書きませんでしたが、密林の奥には古代遺跡が隠されていました。 We did not mention it in the article, but there were ancient ruins hidden deep in the jungle.

ここにもたくさんのナゾが隠されているはずなので、いつか教授にナゾを解いてもらいたいなぁ。 There must be a lot of puzzles hidden there. I hope you will solve them one day.

もしかして、アスラント文明とは別の考古学史上に残る大発見がある…かも？ Maybe there is another major discovery in the history of archaeology that is unrelated to the Azran civilisation… maybe?

そんなスクープを追いかけて世界中を飛び回る毎日ですが、いま追いかけているのは、スラム街に現れた｢ナゾのマスク男｣です。この話、知的好奇心をくすぐられませんか？ I spend my days travelling around the world, chasing this kind of scoop. What I am chasing now is a "Puzzling Masked Man" who has appeared in the slum quarters. Doesn't this story tickle your intellectual curiosity?

お金持ちから金品を盗み、スラム街の子供たちにお金を与える現代の義賊｢マスク男｣。 The Masked Man is a modern-day righteous bandit who steals money and goods from the rich and gives it to the children in the slums.

最初は、この｢マスク男の正体｣をスクープするためカメラ片手に追いかけていましたが、スラム街の子供たちを見ているうちに、１人の記者としてそこに暮らす人々の現状もじっくりと取材したい、と思うようになりました。 At first, I followed this "Masked Man," camera in hand, in order to get a scoop on his identity. But as I watched the children in the slums, I began to think that, as a reporter, I should rather take the time to cover the current situation of the people living there.

スラム街にはたくさんの孤児がいます。私たちを無垢な笑顔で迎えてくれる子、まったく目を合わせてくれない子など、いろんな表情を見せてくれます。 There are many orphans in the slums. We see many different faces, from those who greet us with innocent smiles to those who don't make eye contact at all.

そんな彼らの姿を見ているうちに、昔のことを、ふと思い出してしまいました。 As I watched them, I suddenly remembered something from the past.

私も子供のころ父を失い、孤児になってしまうところでした。しかし、それを救ってくれたのは、おじさまだったんです。 I lost my father as a child and almost became an orphan. But Uncle Leon saved me from that.

あの頃、父を失った私をおじさまはまるで娘のように育ててくれました。 Back then, I had lost my father, and Uncle Leon brought me up as if I were his daughter.

だから、あの場所でおじさまを裏切るわけにはいかなかった。優しかったおじさまを裏切れなかった…。教授に嘘をついていたことは、申し訳ないと思っています。 So this is why I couldn't betray him in that place. I couldn't betray my kind Uncle Leon... I truly am sorry that I lied to you, Professor.

でも、こういうことがあったからこそ、教授に出会えた。人の運命って不思議ですね。 Still, it was because of these things that I met you. The destiny of people is a curious thing, isnt' it?

あ…、今の私を伝えたいと思ってこの手紙を書いたのに、過去の話になっちゃいましたね。私の話は、また教授に会ったときにお話ししますね。 Ah... I wrote this letter in order to tell you how I am now, but all this is about the past. I will tell you my story when we meet again.

というわけで…今は楽しく仕事をしています！ So, all that to say... I really am enjoying my work now!

そうそう、長かった髪を思い切ってばっさり切りました！ Yes, I also cut off my long hair in a very drastic way!

これまでタージェントの一員として生きてきましたが、いま、ワールドタイムズでカメラマンとして働く普通の女性として歩み出すことができた、そんな気がしています。 I have lived my entire life as a member of Targent. But now, I feel that I have been able to step forward as an ordinary woman, who is now working as a photographer for the World Times.

きっといつか、あなたにまた会える、その日まで。 I am sure that one day, we will meet again. Until that day.

ＰＳ．取材中の写真をドリスさんに撮ってもらいました！あっ、後ろにマスク男が…！ P.S. Doris took photos during the interview! Ah, the Masked Man is in the background...!

Emmy Altava

Important translation note: Emmy calls Bronev "oji-sama," all in hiragana, which makes it unclear whether she is related to him by blood or not (おじ means "uncle," but can also just mean "man who is older than the speaker" (at least from what I know)).

The Eternal Diva novel introduces Emmy as "a beautiful woman of Asian lineage" (and yes, I know, Asia is huge with a lot of different lineages, and I don't know either which corner of Asia is being talked about here), so make of that info what you like. In order to leave it as ambiguous as I could, I replaced all instances of "oji-sama" with "Uncle Leon."

There might be a few other translation changes I made, but I think this was the most important one to take note of.

By the way, I actually scanned the whole guidebook, and I will share it when I can (though don't hold your breath, as you probably know I am currently juggling between way too many projects). The scans aren't ready to be shared yet because they were basically done with me not really caring whether the pages would be perfectly straight, upside down, etc, and as such they need some editing.

(I checked and the resolution of the scans is high enough to make it so that editing doesn't hurt the quality in the slightest. I swear that when the scans are finished editing, you won't even realise it and they'll look just as good as what you're seeing above with Emmy's letter).

The editing also includes linking the pages together for aesthetics purposes. Some pages have artworks that spread over both pages, so I'm doing my best to make it look seamless! Here, have an example for the first double page in the book that really does it:

As you can guess, editing each of the 128 pages in order to get this result is time-consuming, and translating that is going to be a doozy. But let's just appreciate how awesome it will be once it's done, eh? :D

Anyway, next up on the blog is going to be the Eternal Diva novel translation. I'm still working on getting some buffer done, but hopefully the first "chapter" will get out soon! I'd like to post on Saturdays. Let's cross our fingers for tomorrow. Or next week, if today's translation is enough to satiate you all for now!

#professor layton #emmy altava #azran legacy spoilers #azran legacy #professor layton and the azran legacy #professor layton transcript #azran legacy guidebook #emmy's letter #layton preservation

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chansdior · 2 months

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Baking love

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Warnings:Mild drug reference (mention of pot being added to brownies in a past incident) None

Summary: Felix and his girlfriend, Y/N, bond over baking brownies together. As they enjoy each other's company in the kitchen, Felix's mischievous friend Han makes an appearance, stirring up memories of a past baking mishap involving a special ingredient. Despite the playful banter, Felix and Y/N's baking adventure turns into a heartwarming moment filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of being together.

As the aroma of freshly baked brownies filled the air, Lee Felix stood by the kitchen counter, a wide grin adorning his face. His girlfriend, Y/N, stood beside him, pouring the batter into the baking tray with careful precision. It was moments like these that Felix cherished the most – spending quality time with the person he loved, doing something as simple as baking together.

"Looks like they're going to turn out amazing," Felix said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Y/N chuckled softly, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "I hope so. With you as my sous chef, how could they not?"

Felix playfully nudged her shoulder. "Hey, I'll have you know I'm an excellent baker."

Their banter was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the kitchen. It was Han, Felix's mischievous friend, who always seemed to have a knack for causing trouble.

"What's cooking, you two?" Han asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Brownies," Felix replied, shooting Han a wary look. He knew all too well about Han's antics when it came to food.

Han's grin widened. "Ah, brownies. Reminds me of that one time when I added a special ingredient to Felix's batch."

Felix groaned, remembering the incident all too clearly. "Yeah, thanks for that. I was high as a kite for hours."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, shooting Felix a curious look. "What special ingredient?"

Han chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Just a little joke – I added some pot to the mix. Felix here was flying high for the rest of the day."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, I'm glad we're sticking to a traditional recipe today."

Felix grinned sheepishly, shaking his head at his friend's antics. "Yeah, me too."

Together, Felix and Y/N finished preparing the brownie batter and slid the tray into the oven. As they waited for the brownies to bake, they shared stories and laughter, enjoying each other's company.

When the timer finally went off, Felix eagerly pulled the tray out of the oven, revealing a perfect batch of brownies. As they cooled on the counter, Felix and Y/N couldn't resist sneaking a taste – the rich chocolate melting in their mouths.

"Best brownies ever," Felix declared, wrapping an arm around Y/N's waist.

Y/N smiled up at him, feeling grateful for moments like these – simple, yet filled with love and laughter.

As they savored the last few bites of brownie, Felix couldn't help but feel lucky to have someone like Y/N by his side – someone who made even the simplest moments feel extraordinary. And as they cleaned up the kitchen together, Felix knew that he wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world.

#stray kids fanfic #skz #skz fic #fluff #fanfic #felix #lee felix #skz felix #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix x you #romantic #fluff fanfic #skz fluff

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errihaienx · 11 months

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first part (read the first part to understand the context my loves!) requested

A whole school year had passed since that fateful, embarrassing yet heartwarming moment. Rintarō's memories of that particular scenario were etched into his mind, every word and detail preserved like a treasured relic.

He has undergone significant changes since that time, perhaps fueled by the fact that it was his final year in high school. Over the past four months, he had caught only fleeting glimpses of you, mere encounters amounting to two or three times. In the depths of his heart, he believed that his once-ardent feelings were slowly fading away. Surprisingly, Atsumu concurred with this sentiment, but Osamu, the other twin, dismissed it as mere self-delusion.

"Rin? It's been such a long time! I've missed hanging out with youuuuu," your cheerful voice still sounds as vibrant as ever, except now it holds an even more endearing quality because he hasn't heard it in so long.

"Hey… yeah, long time no see…" Rintarō responded though he hesitated to include the word "cutie" that often danced on the tip of his tongue. Osamu's words haunted him—nothing had changed, not really.

"Didn't you miss me? I heard you almost won the finals! Oh my gosh, you've grown so much taller! How did that happen?" you bombarded him with questions, each one making his heart flutter. If anyone else had asked those same questions, they would have sounded obnoxious.

"Which question should I answer first?" Suna attempted to sound nonchalant.

"The first one! If you missed me…"

"Whoa, being a third-year from a different school has made you like this, huh…" Suna mused, reminiscing about his former shyness and how he used to freeze up whenever you were around. As he had grown, so had his feelings for you.

"I missed you too," he finally confessed, unable to hold back any longer.

"Alright, great! Now, answer the following questions."

"I don't remember," he lied, for he remembered everything all too well. He simply chose not to answer.

"You oldie," you playfully taunted.

"Meanie," he retorted, a small smile tugging at his lips.

With a smirk on your face, a curious thought crossed your mind.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you blurted out, "I heard… I heard you had a crush on me. Is that true?"

Suna's eyes widened in surprise, his normally composed demeanor momentarily faltering. The air crackled with tension as the weight of your words hung in the air. Time seemed to slow down, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Who in the world…" Suna's voice trailed off, disbelief washing over him like a tidal wave. Shocking didn't even begin to describe the whirlwind of emotions churning within him.

"Oh! Atsumu told me… But don't tell him I told you!"

Suddenly, it all made sense. Suna had led Atsumu to believe that his feelings for you had waned. It was Atsumu's cue to reveal to you that Suna liked you (though we all know it wasn't in the past tense, hmm).

"Oh… Well, he's right, though," Suna confessed, still avoiding eye contact. He simply couldn't bear to look at you, as your radiance was blinding.

"Really?" you inquired, your voice laced with a mix of surprise and hope.

"Yep," he responded, silently wishing he could tell you the truth—that his feelings for you remained, strong as ever.

His heart fluttered with anticipation as he dared to dream that his long-held crush on you could finally manifest into the reality he had yearned for all along—to be with you, to bask in your presence, and to embark on a shared journey of love and companionship.

A smile of genuine surprise graced your lips upon realizing that THE Rintarō Suna had developed feelings for you. The unexpected revelation sent a delightful jolt through your heart, causing your eyes to sparkle with curiosity and joy.

Playfully, you couldn't resist teasing him, your voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Looks like you have impeccable taste," you remarked, unable to hide the playful admiration in your tone.

Suna chuckled softly, the sound of a sweet melody echoed in the air.

"Well, I suppose I do have a knack for recognizing something special," he responded, his voice warm and inviting.

For almost two hours, you both immersed yourselves in a captivating exchange, sharing stories, thoughts, and laughter. Throughout the entire conversation, the smiles never left your faces. Each word spoken, each shared moment, only served to deepen the bond between you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq suna #hq fluff #suna rintaro imagine #omg i love suna #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna headcanons #suna rintaro headcanons #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro fic #HAND IN MARRIAGE BABY

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theopolis · 3 months

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hello!! im sure youve gotten this question before but im having a Harry Moment and want to get Even Weirder about it SO !! i was wondering if you have a recommendation for approaching the original comics, where to start, which runs you think are the best reads for capturing his story, stuff like that!! your blogs a joy to browse, thanks so much!!!

Hello fellow Harold enthusiast!! I have in fact gotten this question before but I'm actually quite happy to receive it again as I've long been meaning to create a Harry reading list that would (hopefully) allow people to follow his entire story up to his death

In this chronological guide I've attempted to capture Harry's journey as a character, narrowed down from my own 616 reading experience.

I tried to stay focused on Harry-centric storylines and issues, but I couldn't resist adding some casual appearances particularly during the Silver Age because 1) I think of it as foundational to just about everything that matters in Spider-Man comics and 2) Harry-centric storylines tend to show him at his most distressed. They're important and often brilliant, but reading only those issues feels like a disservice to his kind and loving qualities. It's important to experience the smaller, calmer moments with him as well to truly understand his character.

Personal favorites are bolded, if you care for my bias.

Due to the numerous Spider-Man mags that were at times running simultaneously and ping-ponging storylines between one another, titles will be abbreviated as follows;

The Amazing Spider-Man (1963) = TASM63

The Spectacular Spider-Man (1976) = TSSM76

Web of Spider-Man (1985) = WOSM85

Now let's get into it!

Harry Osborn Reading List

Flashbacks

These were published more recently, but take place before Harry's first appearance in the comics

Short about Harry's childhood and Norman's failings as a father. One of the best depictions of their relationship, in my opinion

Nice Things from Amazing Spider-Man Extra! #3

Gwen-centric miniseries set during her time in high school and giving some insight on her and Harry's longlasting friendship

Giant Size Gwen Stacy

From introduction to deathbed

Watch Harry evolve from goofy background character to Peter's most important narrative foil!

First establishing of Harry's character and his dynamics with other key personages such as Peter and Norman

TASM63 #31, #34, #39, #40

Further development of all aforementioned things. The highs and lows of Peter and Harry's life as roommates. Daddy issues. Romantic drama. Drug addiction subplot. Anything you could ask

TASM63 #46, #47, #53, #54, #57, #59, #60, #61, #62, #63, #66, #74, #82, #95, #96, #98, #105, #110, #118

The storyline that changed everything

TASM63 #119, #120, #121, #122

Harry grows increasingly suspicious and paranoid around Peter following his father's death

TASM63 #123, #124, #126, #127, #129, #134, #135

Now... here's a disclaimer for the following issues: Despite the aforementioned buildup being very well executed, the result is not exactly so and has more to do with giving the Goblin as a concept another hurrah, rather than delving into Harry's character. In fact I'd even argue they're out of character for Harry, as his behavior in them is just cartoonishly diabolical and in stark contrast to both his previously established personality and subsequent depictions of his Goblin. So yeah, these issues are technically important to the grander picture of what is happening with Harry and why, but don't expect insight lol

TASM63 #136, #137

Harry's back and his friends are more than happy to welcome him. He even moves in with Flash

TASM63 #151, #152, #153

Harry and Liz Allan enter a romance and quickly move on to engagement. He is also seen seeking psychiatric treatment

TASM63 #156, #157, #163, #166, #167

The happiness was not to last: Liz' stepbrother, Mark Raxton aka the Molten Man stirs up trouble, and she leaves the city in the aftermath. Harry seeks fault within himself and appears to be on his way to going green again – but is all as it seems?

TASM63 #172, #173, #174, #175, #179, #180

Harry and Liz have settled into the suburbs. In come more Molten Man and more insecurities!

TSSM76 #63

A mysterious foe known as the Hobgoblin has been attacking the company Harry inherited from his father and even blackmailing him with Norman's secret identity. During this troubled time, Liz and Harry are also having a baby

TASM63 #239, #244, TSSM76 #85, TASM63 #249, #250, #251, #260, #261, #263, TSSM76 #146, WOSM85 #47, TASM63 #312, TSSM76 #147

Molten Man, take three – this time with a wholesome twist

WOSM85 #61, #62

Harry briefly attempts to turn the Green Goblin into a superhero

WOSM85 #66, #67

The final Green Goblin Jr Saga – an absolute Must Read. If I could recommend just one Harry storyline, it would definitely be this one

TSSM76 #178, #179, #180, #181, #182, #183, #184, #189, #200

Post OMD Revival/"Clone Harry"

Full disclosure, I don't read much Post OMD Spider-Man. One day I might venture into it despite my gripes and add more to this section. Until then: I'd sort of be amiss not to include these two at the very least in a Harry Osborn reading list, even if recent nonsensical twists have revealed Post OMD Harry to have been a clone all along

Harry and Peter's reunion

Amazing Spider-Man Family #4

Harry cutting ties with his father. While I think this story could have been improved in numerous ways, watching Harry leave Norman behind is still pretty satisfying and I enjoy the way his relationship with Peter is portrayed in this

TASM63 #595, #596, #597, #598, #599

#theopolispost #harry osborn #if anyone catches a mistake with the issue numbering pls correct me #harry

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en-hale · 2 years

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Homemade Amateur ♡‧₊˚

RoughDom!Jay x fem!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 7

SYNOPSIS ≕ Another night that Jay films the lustful heat between the both of you -- no matter how extremely shy you are.

WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (sex taping, masturbation, oral sex - f receiving, spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotective sex). Read at your own discretion !

WORD COUNT ≕ 1.0k

AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ I REALLY enjoyed this one! I wanted that "we post videos on phub" vibes, and that's exactly what I got! Enjoy! Tune in tomorrow for day 8 at 10pm CST!

──•°.-ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ-.°•──

The small red light of the camcorder blinked steadily every few seconds to signal it was recording. You knew it would capture everything -- it was brand new, fresh out of the box, very expensive, and high quality. This was far from the first time that you both agreed to film yourselves having sex, but you were still very nervous. Jay turned towards you once the camera was on; there was a glint in his eyes that made your skin crawl. You knew each time he looked like that, sex wasn't just sex, you reached limits you never knew you even had, that you didn't know your body was capable of doing.

"Keep going," He whispered, quiet enough for only you to hear. He sat outside the frame of the camera in an armchair and stroked his cock as he watched you ride your toy. Just the visual of him being so aroused while watching you made your hips move faster. He moved with your motions, his mouth slightly open, never taking his dark eyes off your ass.

After a while, he got up and changed the angle of the camera to the side of you where your face could be seen. He walked behind you and grabbed the dildo from you.

"Spread your cheeks," He demanded. And you do. He moaned at the sight of you, wet and red. He took it into his own hand to speed the movement of the silicone in you. In seconds, you couldn't resist the feeling pulling in your core. Your whimpers and moans echoed in the room, you closed your eyes in an attempt to hold on longer, but his perfect rhythm in and out hit each needy spot perfectly. A jolt of pleasure crept up your spine and you came down the toy and onto his hands.

You hear him mischievously chuckle. "Good girl," he commented. He slipped the pink toy out and you whine in protest. He set it to the side and looked at the camera as he slapped your already red bottom. "Your ass looks so good baby," And you hum in response. He gestured for you to look at yourself, but you were too embarrassed. You loved your body, but you weren't sure how much of it you would love seeing it so exposed on camera. You get a glimpse and turn back around. He chuckled at your shyness.

His hands find your waist and flip you over with ease. He grabbed into his pocket and reached for his phone. He handed it to you and you knew immediately what to do. You switched it to the video as he manually spread your legs and took no time in slurping up every single drop from your prior orgasm. He swirled his tongue over your clit and you found it hard not to shake or go out of focus.

"Yes, just like that," You spoke, with shivered breaths in between.

One of your hands was trying as best as it could to be steady as it held the phone, pointing directly at Jay's beautiful brown eyes staring right at you -- hungrily. His face was slightly glistening from the juices of you splattered on him. The sight of his dick rubbing against the sheet could be seen if you looked hard enough.

Your other hand was pushing on the back of his head, urging for rougher tongue-play. You ground your hips against his mouth as calmly as they allowed you to.

You watched and listened to the sounds his mouth made. His hands gripped your thighs with every force in him. He hummed and it vibrated your clit to an extreme climax. You dropped the phone and gripped his head with both hands, the only warning you gave before pulling into him as much as humanly possible.

He continued tonguing your pussy, even when it was all over, and begged him to stop. He grabbed the phone and turned it towards you. The light made you wince both because you were exposed and it was brighter than you imagined it would be.

Jay pushed for you to roll yourself on your side, and he maneuvered himself between your legs. You grinded against his thigh to re-arouse yourself and it worked. Your breathing picked up and he pushed himself inside you. The pleasant ache and stretch made you whimper.

"Your so tight baby," He muttered. You felt his hands rub against your sore ass and up your smooth skin.

He rocked his body into yours for a few minutes until your heard his own whines and groans. He stilled as he came in you, it's so warm that you gasped. He continued to thrust until every single ounce of his energy was drained.

You rubbed helplessly at your clit, it was so sensitive but you ached for it to reach the final drive of ecstasy for the night.

Jay swatted your hand away and took over. It was that final push you needed. You knew when he came he was usually so out of it that he went straight to sleep. You knew he was exerting everything in him to finesse his fingers until you felt yourself tip over the edge for the third time that night, tremoring over and over again in full-body shivers. Your muscles strained and he wrung out every last drop from your orgasm. You gasped when it was all over, hot tears spilled out your eyes, you were biting down on your lips and now they were red and swollen.

Your eyes were closed, but you saw as Jay put down the phone and laid beside you. It was a comfortable silence. You felt him get soft inside you, but neither of you made any effort to separate.

The moment was so relaxing, just the two of you lying into one another, in your pool of prior times. He gave fluttery sweet kisses all over your face and neck, and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I love you," he whispered softly near your ear.

Under the warmth of his arms and the trickling pleasure of the night, you felt happy enough to say it back. "I love you too."

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godsfavdarling · 2 months

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chapter 02

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer's delayed communication leaves Molly questioning their bond.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3 my masterlist

warnings: none for this chapter

words: 1,7k

Spencer sat at his desk at the BAU, sorting through paperwork on a Monday after the baby shower. The atmosphere still carried the warmth from the celebration over the weekend. As Spencer focused on his work, Derek approached with a friendly smile, leaning against the edge of Spencer's desk.

"Hey, Reid," Derek greeted. "I heard the baby shower was a hit. Sorry I couldn't make it. How was it?"

Spencer looked up from his paperwork. "It was great, actually. JJ and Will seemed really happy, and everyone had a good time."

Derek nodded, then a curious expression crossed his face. "By the way, how's Molly?"

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "Molly? How did you...?"

Derek chuckled, interrupting him. "Garcia couldn't resist spilling the beans. She said you two hit it off."

Spencer's cheeks tinted with a faint blush. "Oh, well, yeah. Molly's really nice. We shared a good conversation."

Derek grinned, nudging Spencer playfully. "Reid, you sly dog. Any chance of a second date?"

Spencer stammered, "I don't know. We'll see. It was just a friendly chat. We exchanged phone numbers."

Derek, still grinning, continued the playful banter, "So... did you make use of that number yet? Smooth moves?"

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. "No, not yet. I don't want to be too much, you know?"

Derek raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Come on, Reid, a little 'too much' never hurt anyone. Go for it. You never know unless you try."

Spencer sighed, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Maybe you're right. We'll see how it goes."

Derek clapped him on the shoulder as he headed back to his desk. "That's the spirit, Reid. Keep me posted on the developments. And remember, I'm the expert on these matters."

Spencer chuckled, getting back to his paperwork but unable to suppress a small smile.

Suddenly Garcia approached them with a stack of files in her hands. Her normally vibrant demeanor seemed to have shifted into a more serious mode, and the sight of her with files in hand indicated one thing - a new case.

"Hey, lovebirds," Garcia said, her tone serious, "I hate to interrupt your social hour, but we've got a case."

Spencer and Derek exchanged a quick glance before Spencer responded, "What's the situation, Garcia?"

Garcia handed the files to Spencer, her expression still somber. "It's a tough one. Unsub's been escalating, and the local authorities in Montana are requesting our expertise."

Spencer took a deep breath, all traces of playfulness gone.

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The morning light streamed into Molly's apartment, casting a warm glow that illuminated the space. Her kitchen table was scattered with papers—students' tests awaiting her attention. However, her thoughts were far from the papers in front of her.

With each passing day, she found herself eagerly awaiting Spencer's call. It's been a week since they've met. She couldn't shake off the magnetic pull she felt toward him since that encounter at the baby shower. His intelligence, paired with the endearing quirks, left a lasting impression on her.

As she went about her daily routine, her thoughts often wandered to Spencer, and the soft-spoken eloquence that accompanied his words. Molly found him beautiful in a way that went beyond the surface.

However, Spencer possessed a distinctive physical appearance that Molly couldn't help but find captivating. His face was framed by tousled chestnut hair, which fell gracefully across his forehead, occasionally drifting into his expressive hazel eyes, which sparkled with intelligence and curiosity.

His facial features were a harmonious blend of sharp angles and soft contours, giving him an almost ethereal quality. High cheekbones accentuated his face, and a pair of expressive eyebrows added character to his thoughtful expressions. Despite the occasional furrow of concentration, his face carried an air of approachability that drew people in.

Beneath the intellect and curiosity was a lean and lanky frame. While he may not have had the imposing presence of some, there was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, making him stand out in a crowd. Molly found herself captivated not just by his physical features, the unique blend of intelligence and approachability but also by the way he dressed.

She appreciated his unique sense of style, a departure from the conventional attire she often encountered. Spencer's wardrobe choices reflected an individuality that stood out, even in a room full of people.

His penchant for slightly mismatched ties and the comfortable, yet slightly rumpled, look of his clothing added a charming touch to his overall appearance. Molly admired the authenticity in the way he presented himself, appreciating the fact that he didn't conform to conventional fashion norms for a guy his age.

Observing young men who dressed similarly wasn't a common sight for Molly, and she found it endearing. The way he carried himself, coupled with his unique fashion sense, only added to the allure that had captivated Molly's thoughts since the day they met.

However, as the days passed without any communication from Spencer, doubts crept in, making Molly question whether she had misinterpreted the connection or if perhaps Spencer's reserved nature was hindering him from taking the next step. Perhaps he saw their interaction as nothing more than a pleasant conversation at a social event.

Nevertheless, Molly couldn't deny the lingering hope that, just maybe, their paths would cross again.

The uncertainty weighed on her and she couldn't help but replay their conversation in her mind, searching for any signs that she might have misunderstood. Did he feel the same way, or was she just reading too much into it?

Each day she checked her phone, hoping for a message or a call, but the screen remained disappointingly blank. Molly questioned herself, wondering if she had misjudged Spencer's interest or if he was simply too preoccupied with work.

In the midst of her internal turmoil, Molly couldn't deny the impact Spencer had made on her. She found herself yearning for a chance to know him better, to explore the possibility of something more. However, the silence from Spencer's end left her feeling a bit disheartened.

She found herself caught in a mental tug-of-war, debating whether she should take the initiative and call Spencer or continue to wait for him to make the first move. Part of her yearned to hear his voice, to bridge the gap of uncertainty that lingered between them. Yet, another part hesitated, fearing that making the first move might come across as too forward or desperate.

As she weighed the options, Molly considered the possibility that Spencer, with his reserved nature, might be navigating similar internal conflicts. The thought crossed her mind that Spencer, despite his intelligence, might have his own set of insecurities.

She couldn't meet with JJ this week due to Henry falling ill, leading to the cancellation of their piano lessons. It felt inappropriate to reach out to either her or Will to inquire about Spencer. They've only just met.

Molly took a deep breath, realizing that waiting for Spencer might be keeping her from new possibilities. Determined to move forward, she decided to answer the message she received on the dating app the previous night. Some guy named Rick, had asked her out to dinner tonight.

With newfound resolve, Molly responded positively, agreeing to the dinner invitation. She acknowledged that spending the weekend alone wasn't the solution, and it was time to embrace the opportunity to meet someone new. As she confirmed her plans for the evening, a sense of empowerment and excitement filled her.

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As they stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air, Rick's grin widened, and he casually suggested, "Hey, Molly, how about we continue the night at my place?"

Molly, taken aback by the unexpected proposition, hesitated for a moment before responding, "Oh, um, thanks for the offer, Rick, but I prefer taking things a bit slower. We just met, you know?"

Rick's face tightened with an edge of frustration, and he chuckled dismissively. "Come on, Molly, we're both adults here. No harm in having some fun. What's the big deal?"

Molly, maintaining her composure, replied firmly, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not comfortable with that. I'd rather get to know someone better before going to that kind of place."

Rick's frustration transformed into a more overt anger, his brows furrowing as he retorted, "Well, that's just typical! You women are always so damn complicated! Can't even have a good time without all these rules!"

As Rick left in a huff, Molly couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and frustration. It was clear that all he had in mind was a superficial connection, and she wanted so much more than that. Realizing that Rick had shown little interest in getting to know her just to get her into his bed broke her heart a little.

As Molly turned, a wave of frustration and hurt washed over her. The tears flowed freely as she made her way back to her apartment, the sobs escaping her throat echoing the ache in her chest. The dream of a genuine connection seemed to shatter in the face of Rick's dismissive attitude, leaving her feeling not just upset but emotionally wounded.

Each step towards her apartment felt heavier, carrying the weight of dashed expectations and the sting of rejection. The quiet weeping turned into a soft, heart-wrenching lament.

In the solitude of her apartment, Molly sank into a moment of vulnerability on her couch. The pain lingered and in the midst of her tears, her thoughts inevitably turned to Spencer once again.

As Molly's thoughts swirled around their chance meeting and the desire for a more, her phone unexpectedly rang. The sudden interruption startled her, and she hastily wiped away the remaining tears before answering. To her surprise and relief, Spencer's name flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" Molly answered, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"Hey, Molly," Spencer's gentle voice came through the line. "I wanted to apologize for not calling sooner. It wasn't okay. The case we were on took longer than expected. I'm really sorry I didn't call. I meant to, I truly did. Things got a bit hectic..."

Molly's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of emotions flooding her. "It's okay, Spencer. I understand."

Spencer continued, "I was wondering if you're free tomorrow? I'd really like to make it up to you. How about that coffee we talked about?"

Molly's lips curled into a tentative smile. The unexpected call seemed to wash away the lingering disappointment, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. "I'd like that! Coffee sounds great. I don't drink it though. I'll have tea!"

Molly couldn't help but feel a rush of relief and excitement. The decision to wait or make the first move and some guy named Rick, became irrelevant in that moment, replaced by the anticipation of what could unfold between her and Spencer.

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hotvintagepoll · 28 days

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Propaganda

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This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funds against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

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dreaming-about-seireitei · 3 months

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But what about shoes??

So last night I couldn't sleep because I kept asking myself about what kind of footwear would the Bleach characters wear, adapted to today's fashion. I came up with this hc for some of them and I just needed to post it. (Be aware, I know almost nothing about fashion or fashion brands, so if you feel like that's not right just know I did my best)

Renji

- I honestly think Renji would definitely be the kind of guy who would wear these Nikes, the W Dunk High, obviously in red.

- I also believe he would be secretely proud of them, and would clean them every time before going out of the house (even if they'd get dirty in a fight immediately).

-He would probably have at least one more pair that looks the same, maybe with just a little detail difference, in case these ones get broken in a fight.

- I think he buys them alone so people don't see how happy he gets when he finally has them in the bag

Ichigo

- Our main boy would probably wear these Pumas (that I can't remember the full name of)

- They kinda go with his bankai, but it's mostly just a coincidence

- He actually bought them because he needed a new pair, and it was the first pair that caught his eye

- I feel like fashion would not be his priority, he would prefer longevity over anything else and feeling comfy

Orihime

- I am 100% sure she would own at least two of these colorful Converse that she embroidered or decorated herself

- She is the cute and unique type that would wear these anywhere and with anything (even if they don't match)

-They are comfy, but also cute and that's mostly what counts for her, as she buys them for the main bold colors and decorates them however she feels like on the spot

Toshiro

- In my mind, I see him wearing these Reeboks he would look so good in them and he wouldn't even try oh god

- I feel like when buying them, he'd probably look at the sole of the footwear first to ensure it can hold his fighting as well as his shunpo before anything else

- They match his hair and eyes and add a plus to his otherwise kind of plain outfits (he doesn't see it, but he likes the look anyway)

- I see the brand itself mostly bought by adults who already have kids and are tired and take walks to free their mind; and we know he has the tastes of an elder person already and is tired from scolding Matsumoto all day and just wants something nice, nothing out of the ordinary

Rukia

- My girl would totally wear the combat boots idc

- She will feel her feet more secure with them on and would like the adherence of the boots

- She also bought them because when she tried them on, she felt like people took her a bit more serious because she looks badass in them

- The black, simple style is what she likes in term of fashion because she can wear them with her dresses, as well as with her fighting gear

Matsumoto

- If you think our fashionista will not wear some great platform sandals any time of the day, I regret to inform you, you are wrong.

- She would most definitely go through a pair every week because they're not very resistant, but that's fine because she has plenty of pairs.

- She buys them from specific stores that she likes in the World of the Living, at least two or three pairs at a time

- She mostly gets them in black, because it goes with everything, obviously, but she might also have a white and a brown pair for special occasions (like going shopping)

Uryu

- These President boots (I think that's what they're called) would be all that's in his closet, multiple pairs, leather, suede, in black and brown, but just this type of shoes

- He would not only buy them because of the very good quality, true materials, but also because they look very serious and grown

- He would be careful with them and always have his laces neatly tied

- Would get mad at Ichigo for accidentally stepping on them

This is mostly what I had in mind, let me know if you share the same opinion, if not, what would you change about it? Also, please someone let me know if this is a normal lenght for a post, I feel like it's too long.

Obviously I took all the photos from the internet and don't own any of them.

#honestly I don't even know why I did this #this took me more than it should have #abarai renji #kurosaki ichigo #inoue orihime #hitsugaya toshiro #matsumoto rangiku #ishida uryu #bleach #bleach hc #bleach headcanon

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flamestar126 · 2 months

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Give me a "M"!

(click for better quality)

Bonus + related art + rambling under the cut

Originally I just wanted draw Dexter in a cheerleader outfit (an excuse to put him a skirt for pure funsies) and so I did! Which is art is below that i drew like a long time ago now.

It was just Dexter at first but I am a dexdark shipper so I had to have him react somehow. Then I remembered there was a comic about an athletic Mandark so I added him in his outfit from the comic.

Then my mind like it always does, wandered and created a short story to make sense of why they would be in this position in the first place.

~~~

After years and years of competing with Dexter relentlessly, Mandark had gotten into a rut during his high school years. He's absolutely frustrated that he's STILL second best to him.

(The time the art is placed is late hs years)

So what does a teen genius do? He explores outside of the science community and what do you know. . . he's actually not half bad at sports. He quickly abandons science for it. Mandark is thriving. Why didn't he try this sooner? And Dexter? He's so confused. Never thought his greatest rival would ditch him science for a mere physical activity. Determined to find the bottom of this he goes directly to the source of his confusion and asks. It goes as well as you think. Not at all. Plan B. Find a way to get close enough without raising too much suspicion. How? Cheerleading.

It honestly wasn't that hard to join. He's cute and flexible enough due to the battle he's faced through out the years. Plus a recommendation from his dear sister, Deedee, quickly received him a spot.

(HAVE YOU SEEN HIM DO FLIPS IN THE START OF EGO TRIP?? BOY IS READY)

The idea seemed brilliant at the time. That is until he found out he had to wear a skirt of all things. Deedee secretly tricked as a little bit of revenge. It wasn't too bad in the end. He rocks skirt ngl. With the excuse of having come to rehearsals and games that involved Mandark, things have become much easier to keep a closer look on him.

His sudden presence certainly didn't go noticed. Mandark's eye often drifted to the redhead that cheered him on during events. And oh, what an ego boost. His former rival cheering on? Yelling out his number whenever he had the ball? Wishing for him to succeed? Even if it was for only the cheerleaders' expectation to do so. How addicting.

He cornered Dexter right after. "That 'M' for me, McPherson?" Mandark teased. Knowing the "M" was their school's name. "How kind of you." "In your dreams, Astronomanov." It continued on like for a while.

They lap it like fucking cream. They've missed this. The feeling buried was bubbling up to the surface once again. Stealing quick glances, the playful jabs, grins matching the other's.

Who made the first move? It wasn't clear. It seemed so natural to be in the other's presence. Both just eased into they didn't even noticed.

Meanwhile, the science department was taking heavy losses. They lost their best two students. Ended up begging the two come back.

Eventually Dexter and Mandark did return but as partners this time.

. . . Douglas? He was thrown out of the loop about the entire thing. He missed out a lot when watching from afar. No one told him they were switching sides! What the heck guys. :/

He wouldn't survived the switch anyway. He's athletic pathetic. Stay on your game boy, Douglas. It's better this way.

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Details I didn't include

Mandark was indeed incredibly suspicious of Dexter's switch

He was a total tsundere about Dexter's outfit (he did like it)

They had a talk about why they made a switched. talk about it and sealed it with a kiss (maybe :3)

Mandark said science for geeks but he's a geek through and through. he couldn't resist science for too long

Sports department was crying after

They do the same thing in college but in different uniforms (already drawn but not sharing that here :>)

I'm definitely forgetting more details but i am drawing blanks here

~~~

Bonus!

"You know there are male cheerleaders, right?"

"I like the breeze it gives." Half truth. Was told they ran out of male uniforms. <- Lie by Deedee

"Hm. If you say so." Gay panic

Inspired by a scene of Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes (2011)

Thank you for reading!

#dexter's laboratory #dexter's lab #dexdark #dexter #mandark #flame draws #they were gonna be in a gym that i had trouble with the background and i like outside scenery more #this is more like a short verison of this whole thing? im sure i could've stretch out this more but god im not a writer #i was hesitant about sharing this. i kept going back n forth for so long but i saw something today and now im posting out of spite lol #this is the first i rambled my story out of tags! look at me. i ran out of words in here #im just proud of this whole thing. technically my full fledged au ig? and damn if im not gonna share it #sorry if my little story doesnt make sense tho. i've been trying to put it into two for 2 hours now and trying to iron it out. it's rushed

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 7 months

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This stuff is LONG and complex, and I’m not a native speaker. Which means, it’s hell, WHY BRAIN GOT NO RIGHT WORDS DAMMIT, but it’s also cool bc I can’t really understand HOW bad it actually is, so I’m less self-demanding about the actual style quality than in my own stupidly demanding language. Let’s get to the content then. I’m so very sorry for my children’s book language-level.

Pls believe that I am, in fact, not a child.

Tw:death, sickness, angst

and this is-

Loved & Lost

A The Arcana prequel fanfic - part 1

When the plague came, it started robbing you right away- it took your aunt and, before eventually claiming your own life, your love.

The wise woman who had been your magic mentor was one of the first to fall ill, as if the pestilence were trying to thin out the ranks of those who could stop it. She felt right away this was not a normal illness. The sickness got slowly the best of her body, as if it wanted to seep unnoticed into the city. Your aunt's body withered a little bit each day, her skin slowly tinging red by the engorged veins, but it never managed to steal her wits until the very end. When she was at last bedridden, she had Asra call for you.

You didn't recall where you were at that time. Your magical training was long completed, and you were travelling the world, scavenging for rare spell components, old scrolls and lost magic to bring home to her and to her new apprentice. You got home just in time.

The woman who was a little sore as you kissed her goodbye all those weeks ago now seemed barely more tangible than a ghost - pale and trembling, her clothes hanging empty from her once proud and graceful shoulder. But her eyes, although now tinted in red, were sharp and stern as they had always been.

You did not show any pity for her -she would never have allowed you to-, but when she took you hand in hers her gentle touch unveiled her deepest nature.

"I'm leaving, child", she told you. "But I need the two of you to stay as much as you can".

She called Asra by her side with a nod.

"I have lived a long life. The time I gave it back has long passed, but now death is catching up to me. Spare your tears and magic for the victims to come" she turn her head to face your friend. His purple eyes were veiled in tears.

"Asra, you're a mage now, your training is almost done. In fact, my nephew took my place as your master some time ago already. She'll be more than capable to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. Soon, you'll be a mage, but" - her eyes went narrow- "I want you to remember that you were took from the streets. Someone cared for you, listened to you, taught you everyone you know. You will have to pass your care on to whoever will need it. This is why I taught you magic". Asra couldn't do anything but nod. His lips parted, pronouncing a promise so feeble you couldn't hear -but your aunt did, and a faint smile showed on her chapped lips.

"Believe me, soon many will need it. But I know you'll both live up the cause. Now leave, I need to rest".

You didn't even take your travelling clothes off - you threw yourself into Asra's arms -now your apprentice's arms- to hold each other through the sorrowful night.

She died shortly after. Many vesuvian would have come to salute her, but you and Asra decided to do hold a more private gathering - you, him, and Faust. The snake was so torn that even her scales seemed to grey. She squeezed one last time your aunt's familiar, a pitch black crane called Hermes, who took flight as soon as the mage's funeral pyre was lit.

You kept your head high and your eyes on the flames, resisting the urge to bury your face on Asra's chest and cry your heart out. Instead, you held his hand tight, grounding yourself into the two things that mattered in that moment: Asra's love, and the promise you both made her - to stay and care for the city.

So, when the plague erupted in Vesuvia and Asra began insisting to leave, your fights became vicious.

✧

I want to really thank @wilson-artisan and @lovely-dove69 for their help as proofreaders. They un-dorked my writing a lot.

I feel that I must pay credit to various writers as well who inspired me: check bakuliwriter's "Hurt", that set ablaze my drama thirst. I can totally see it in the same timeline as this thing.

The other parts will be in te reblogs!

Navigate it from my masterlist

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra the magician #arcana #julian devorak #the arcana smut #arcana fanfic #asra smut #julian smut #julian devorak smut #julian x reader smut #arcana angst #the arcana angst #the arcana prequel #asra x reader smut

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simizzy-writes · 2 years

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happy birthday, Law!

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x GN!Reader

Warnings: none. just super fluffing fluffy~

A/N: the cliche is birthday sex i'm sure, but mannnn this doc just needs some fluffy feels in his life. happy birthday, you sexy thing!

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He should be thankful for birthdays.

Law knew better than anyone that a long life was never a guarantee. But celebrating his birthday never felt quite right after that terrible, terrible night. When he lost everything. Maybe it was survivor's guilt. In fact, it most definitely was.

But despite his own feelings on the subject, his crew always made the effort to celebrate. Maybe it was just an excuse to party, but Law never made an attempt to stop their generosity. He did have one rule, however.

No gifts.

This rule became established after receiving one too many tacky shirts that never fit, a polar bear pajama onesie, absolutely atrocious alcohol Penguin swore was sake and not swill, a tacky gold necklace that said "Love Doctor" in gold filigree….the list went on.

So, he let it be known that if anything were to be given to him, let it be in the form of food. Onigiri, preferably. That had yet to be fucked up. Key word being yet, but he remained hopeful that it never would.

"Happy Birthday, Captain!"

Bepo eagerly bounced over to Law, paws carrying a large, handmade birthday card. Stickers and awkwardly cut shapes were stuck all over the front, and he could see that most of the glue was still wet. A tiny drop fell from one colorful corner of the paper to the floor.

"We all signed it," Bepo beamed. He handed the card over to his captain, and waited with hopeful eyes for Law's reaction.

The birthday boy opened the card carefully, trying to avoid wet glue and glitter from getting on his hands more than necessary. True to the Mink's words, the inside was covered in diverse signatures. Happy birthday wishes, smiley faces, jokes about him getting old…a little bit of everything was written throughout. Law smiled, and thanked his dear friend.

Bepo enveloped him in a - literal - bear hug, and informed him that mountains of onigiri were being prepped in his honor in the galley.

"Your favorite! We made sure to make all of your favorite fillings, too," Bepo said. "We were thinking about having a picnic on the main deck since the weather is supposed to be good tonight. Shachi said that there might even be a meteor shower!"

Law nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

He noticed small bits of rice stuck to his friend's fur. With a smirk, he asked if Bepo was the 'quality assurance' tester in the kitchen. The polar bear blushed, and sheepishly said that he couldn't resist.

"[Name] is the best cook! They always lets me taste-test when they're on cooking duty," Bepo sighed dreamily.

Law was aware. Normally, the duties that were assigned on the Polar Tang rotated to ensure fairness, but it was kind of an unspoken agreement that you would cook more often than not. You were an exceptional cook, and spared no expense to make sure that everyone had delicious meals every day.

His birthday onigiri was in capable hands tonight.

—

"Don't drop them!"

"If you watch where you're going I won't!"

Penguin and Shachi bickered back and forth, trying to balance two large and heavy trays out of the kitchen. The silver trays were piled high with fresh onigiri. Little pieces of heaven stuff with tuna, salmon, roe, kombu seaweed, yaki….and much more. Ikkaku and Uni balanced even more trays of onigiri as they followed the other men out of the kitchen.

You sighed as you wiped your hands on your apron. How long had you been in this kitchen? Too long, but it was a worthwhile endeavor today. Well, it was worthwhile everyday but today was special. It was your Captain's birthday, and you couldn't resist going the extra mile to make sure he had enough of his favorite food. With that in mind, you smiled as you looked at the remnants of today's work.

"Do those need to go out to the deck?"

You turned, and saw Law standing in the doorway. He pointed to a tray that had a handful of onigiri on them, but you shook your head.

"No, those ones are for me. They have umeboshi in the middle."

The mere mention of pickled plums made his expression sour, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, the rest are filled with only your favorites," you said. You removed your apron and set it aside, and you picked up a separate tray that had some uniquely shaped onigiri on it. Some looked like Bepo, others were shaped like whales and penguins. "These are special. Happy birthday!"

Law took the tray, and smiled at how cute they looked. "Seems like a crime to eat something like this. They look great. Thank you."

You felt shy under his gaze, and offered him a bashful 'you're welcome ' in return. A moment passed before you cleared your throat and informed him that you had something to give him.

"I wasn't aware that there was a rule about not getting you any gifts," you explained. "I had already picked out a present for you before Ikkaku told me about it. Um…After dinner, I can give it to you, if you want? When the others aren't around?"

His gray eyes twinkled as an amused, crooked smirk pulled at his lips. He was intrigued, of course, and forgiving towards your trespass against the 'no gifts' rule. You had only been a part of his crew for about a year, having joined after his last birthday. There wasn't a way you could have known, he supposed.

"Alright," he said. Law asked if you needed help with anything else, and when you assured him that you didn't, he made his way up to the deck.

You gathered up your tray of heathenous umeboshi onigiri, and followed after him.

"[Name]!"

A harsh whisper of your name stopped you. Ikkaku was by your side in a flash, eyes wide and excited.

"You got the captain a present?! What is it?!"

You hushed her. "Zip it! Don't let the others hear you!"

She placed a hand over her lips, but impishly pestered you to continue. With a sigh, you shifted awkwardly under her gaze.

"Alright, alright. Yes, I got him a present. It's nothing special, really - "

"Oh, stop. He'll love it as long as it's from you!"

Before you could ask her to elaborate, Ikkaku squealed in delight and continued:

"Are you going to tell him? You know, about your feelings?"

"What?! No! Why would I do that?" You were aghast at the mere suggestion of even telling Law that you liked him. You know, like-liked him. Wink wink.

How on earth could you possibly navigate a conversation like that with him? He was so stoic and reserved, apathetically amused by the world around him despite how fucked up it was. Surely, he wouldn't have any interest in hearing how much you enjoyed his company, or how much you liked how intelligent he was. Or how, despite his great efforts to seem aloof, he really did care about people. Then, of course, there were the more…physical traits that you could appreciate. That went without saying.

You shook your head. No! No way! You didn't dare admit your feelings. Not today. It was Law's birthday, and you were perfectly content celebrating the absolute treasure that he was - sans confession.

Ikkaku pouted. "Aw, that's no fun…"

You poked your tongue out at her and scurried up the stairs. "Too bad, so sad!"

—-

The evening was a delight. The crew drank, laughed and devoured your carefully crafted onigiri. You believed Law's birthday to be a success, and you hoped that felt that way as well.

He was off to the side and away from the ruckus of his crew. His gray eyes watched the ocean waves, seemingly lost in thought. The sun had set a while ago, and the moon's glow made everything twinkle like silver. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, and it delighted you to see how handsome he was like this. Your fingers held the box in your hands carefully, and you wondered if you should even bother giving it to him.

"Don't you dare back out," Ikkaku whispered.

You jumped out of your skin, placing a hand over your heart. "Oh, my God, Ikkaku! You scared me!"

"Sorry," she giggled. "I could see the look on your face. You were second guessing yourself, weren't you?"

You nodded, bashfully looking at the box in your hands. Ikkaku smiled, and hugged you affectionately.

"Don't worry," she said. "He'll love it. I promise you that whatever it is, it can't be any worse than the pimp chain Shachi got him a few years ago. Can you imagine the Captain wearing a necklace that said "Love Doctor" on it? Ugh."

You laughed. The imagery of such a thing was pretty ridiculous.

Ikkaku gave you one last squeeze before she directed her attention to the rest of the crew. In a stern and commanding voice, she announced that the next step for the night was to get the kitchen cleaned. Groans of disapproval filled the air, but she wasn't having any of it.

"The sooner it gets done, the better!" She said, "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

She winked at you, and herded the men off of the main deck. You could hear Penguin complain about cleaning up your mess, followed by a loud smack and a pitiful cry of pain.

"[Name] spent all day in that kitchen making dinner for the Captain and for you. Don't you dare complain!"

You laughed to yourself, a certain warmth filling your chest at how much you truly loved your fellow crewmates. But now, it was just you and Law.

He seemed to be expecting you, as he turned to face you. He leaned against the deck railing, watching as you fiddled with the box in your hands. You approached him carefully, tentatively. It was cute, in a way.

"So…" you began, "Happy Birthday, Captain. Here's your present."

You held your breath as he took the box from you. The tips of his fingers brushed against yours, and you could feel your soul just about leave your body at the sensation.

Law eyed the box curiously, tilting it back and forth in his hands. Maybe he was teasing you by leaving you in suspense, but your heart could hardly take it.

In a rush of words that almost sounded distinguishable, you babbled on about how you didn't have any idea what to get him. You thought about clothes, another hat, jewelry, something physician related…You rambled about how nothing quite seemed to suite him, so eventually you settled on this because -

"I thought that it would make you smile!" You exclaimed. "But then Ikkaku told me that most of the gifts you've gotten were kind of tacky and like a bad joke…I had already bought it by then, and I couldn't figure out anything else - "

"[Name.]"

You let out a nervous squeak as he stopped you, and for a moment you hated how amused he looked at your expense. He held your gaze as his fingers tore the wrapping paper inch by inch until the top of the box was exposed. You pressed your fingers to your lips, anxiety fraying your nerves terribly.

Law removed the lid, and lifted out a mug from the crisp and clean tissue paper buried within. It was a simple white mug, but when he turned it over in his hand, Law's eyes widened.

This is it, you thought. You squeezed your eyes shut, face buried in your palms as you waited for the dreaded moment where Law would scold you for giving him a terrible gift.

" 'World's Okayest Doctor'," he read aloud.

You groaned and shook your head. "I'm sorry, it's probably the worst gift ever. I just thought it would make you smile! Of course you're a terrific doctor - "

He said your name again, making you stop short. You peaked at him through your fingers, and were amazed to see the smirk on his lips.

"Nothing could be worse than the "Love Doctor" necklace Shachi gave me," Law said. "Thank you for this."

You nodded slowly, carefully moving your hands away from your blushing face. "Y-You're welcome, Captain."

—

You were always awake before the others, save for Jean Bart and Law respectively. Or whoever was on night watch. But it was rare that anyone was in the kitchen before you on any given day. So, the fact that the light was on made you curious.

You padded into the galley, rubbing sleep from your eyes. What would you make for breakfast today…?

With a deep breath, you savored the smell of coffee. Already it perked you up, and you knew that only one person on the Polar Tang would make coffee this early.

"Good morning, Captain," you said.

Law was leaning against the kitchen island, the morning's paper in his hands. Across from him was a freshly brewed pot of coffee. "Good morning," he replied. He turned the page of his paper, eyes focused on whatever bullshit filled the space.

You hummed, admiring his bed-head and wrinkled pajamas. He always seemed so put together, so in the rare times you got to see Law in this state, you pressed it upon your conscience as much as you could. You wanted to remember it vividly and fondly.

Reaching for a clean mug in one of the cupboards, you went about pouring yourself a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep well?" You asked.

"No better than usual," he said. Perhaps one night he would be blessed with a full, restful sleep. But he wasn't holding his breath on that.

"I see. Well - "

You stopped short as you turned to face him. Maybe it was silly to be rendered speechless over something so simple as Law drinking coffee, but it was a bit more than just that.

His gray eyes were on you, watching you carefully over the rim of his mug. But not just any mug. It was the mug. The mug that you gave him.

You couldn't stop the grin that lit up your face. Your cheeks felt warm, and your heart was giddy.

"Is that a new mug?" You asked, pretending as if you hadn't given it to him the night before.

Law nodded slowly, appreciatively. "It is," he concurred. "I got it as a birthday present, actually."

You giggled, holding your own mug close to your chest. "Oh, really? That's awesome! Are you really the "world's okayest doctor"?"

Law smirked at you. "I like to think so."

"Then I guess I'm in good hands, then. I-I mean, we are in good hands! As in the crew. All of us. Are in good hands - your hands. Yeah."

You stumbled over your words, blush deepening. You sipped at your coffee, wincing at how hot it was. That's fine - let it burn away your embarrassment.

"I think it's my new favorite mug, actually," Law mused casually. The mischievous spark in his eyes was not lost on you, and you swore that his teasing would be the death of you.

—-

Off in the doorway, unbeknownst to either of you, a bet was being made amongst certain members of the crew.

"I bet a hundred berry that [Name] confesses their feelings by his next birthday," Shachi whispered.

Ikkaku shook her head. "No way! I bet two hundred berry that they confess before Christmas!"

Penguin scoffed. "You're both going to lose. Clearly, it will be the captain that makes them confess, and I bet three hundred berry that he'll get them to do it by the time we stop on the next island."

Shachi and Ikkaku gasped at his audacity. "Bet!"

A sleepy Bepo was left out, confused and hungry. "What do you think [Name] will make for breakfast today?" he asked. "I hope it's more onigiri."

Happy Birthday, Law! 💕

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tokiro07 · 8 months

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Was talking to a customer today about media consumption, specifically about the benefits and risks of binging

I've talked about this concept a number of times lately it feels like, but this particular conversation helped me realize a nice framework to look at it with: while binging is quick and to an extent feels good (i.e. "I finished this series in X amount of time!"), it greatly reduces the amount of anchor points that one can form to become attached to the media in question

For example, when I was reading Dungeon Meshi, I ended up reading all 90+ chapters in the span of three days; Dungeon Meshi is made up of a lot of small arcs, each lasting only a few chapters, and I ended up reading all of them in the same context (sitting on my couch at around the same time of day) with minimal exposure to outside factors (other readers, sharing what I was doing with my family or friends, etc.)

Aside from key moments, like those that were particularly funny ("an exact duplicate...?") or particularly emotionally impactful (the ancient magic, Senshi's youth, post-Dungeon Rabbits, etc.), I feel like I couldn't really relay the events of the story to someone else without missing a lot of the best bits because, again, by binging them I ended up mashing all of the events together in my mind. I didn't even end up reading it at a particularly noteworthy time in my own life, so reading it so quickly meant that it didn't end up connecting to my personal life either

Compare to say, One Piece, which I hadn't actually read in its entirety until Gear 4th was revealed; I realized that the significance of this moment may have been lost on me, so I decided that this would be a good time for me to fill in any of the gaps in my knowledge (i.e. Davy Back, Skypiea, Water 7, etc.) and read the full-color version

At just shy of 800 chapters at the time, this process took me approximately three weeks; some chapters I read lying on my bed, some I read sitting in a chair, some I read during breaks in college. Some I read while listening to Three Days Grace, some while listening to 10 Years, some while listening to Rise Against

Even though I was binging One Piece, the sheer amount of time it took me to actually do so ended up giving me a ton of opportunities to create anchors; I remember different contexts, outside conversations, and most importantly, the impacts that they had on me

Rereading Punk Hazard at the time was definitely the highlight, as it altered not only my reading experience but my involvement in the fandom and just generally how I lived my life. Because I was reminded of Monet, I started looking into the theories surrounding her, which led to me looking into other theories and finding forums like Oro Jackson. Monet herself became the ultimate anchor point for me, as she retroactively became the frame of reference that I have for my entire One Piece experience

Reading One Piece took so long that it ended up being a defining segment of my life in and of itself, whereas the time spent reading Dungeon Meshi was so small that it barely registers as a single event, despite the fact that I think it's extremely high quality and a story I highly recommend

It's like when you're studying for an exam - you can't just cram the night before, you'll wear your brain out and only really remember the first and last things you read particularly clearly; but if you space it out and give yourself time to rest, you'll have multiple beginnings and endings that you'll remember a lot better than you would have otherwise, both because they're each their own isolated incident that you can think back to while also giving yourself enough time to recover

So when you're consuming a new piece of media that you've really wanted to get into but you were too late for the live updates, please consider regulating your experience. Limit yourself to 10 chapters a day, or one arc per day, or whatever's the most conducive to that particular medium. Just resist the temptation of "just one more, it's so good and I've got time for it"

You may have the time for it, but like eating a bag of candy, you're going to end up overdoing it and regretting it because A) you don't feel as good as you would have otherwise and B) now you don't have it when you want it later

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velvet-vox · 3 days

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An analysis of Doll on a Roleplay battle setting.

Here's a little something to remember in regards to the things discussed in this post:

Tank beats Melee

Melee beats Support

Support beats Critter

Critter beats Tank

I head canon that Doll is (in an RPG setting) a Critter/Tank but mostly a long distance damage dealer that relies on dealing critical hits (metaphor for her plans) with tanking features and talents that allows her to take in a lot of damage (metaphor for her incredible survivability) in line with these stats:

And the funny and interesting thing about it is that her life trajectory probably wasn't this; in fact, I believe that originally Doll was expected due to her behaviour, personality type, and attitude towards situations to become a Tank/Melee (but more specifically an high damage dealing Tank) but after the death of her parents and the hands of V she took a forceful nose dive into rewriting her class trajectory in order to accommodate for her new goals, because it makes perfect sense:

Uzi is definitely a Critter/Melee but not a straightforward one; for context, a Critter/Melee in the language I am using is a long distance damage dealer that gains advantages from actually getting up close, it's a super rare play style that jives well with Uzi being an unconventional protagonist, but it doesn't stop there as Uzi also doubles down as an all-rounder by also having a blunt, defensive personality and being fairly resistant and resilient like a Tank but also having an understanding, highly empathetic and forgiving personality like a Support that allows her to help her teammates in battle and shrug off some of the trauma caused by her situation.

N on the other end is a Melee/Critter (opposite attract each other:) but not a straight up assassin like V in the sense that N is mostly a regular Melee that has counterplay for Tanks and his capable of getting through other people defenses (metaphor for penetrating the bunker at the start of the season) and he's not a glass cannon like other damage focused Melee and Critters tend to be, (although I don't think he has Tank like qualities in the same way as Uzi, rather he has a moderately high base health pool) and has on top of that the qualities of a Support like Uzi to help his teammates by cleansing debuffs and giving bonuses.

(Side note: even though Uzi and N have the qualities of Support, none of them are healers, they are only buffers and cleansers, they heal themselves and only themselves once they kill, hence why they are the most dysfunctional main trio of all time. Nuzi still works by the way, in the same way Wall-E and EVE works).

V instead, arguably the most complex character of the series, is your typical glass cannon Melee/Critter assassin that deals massive damage up close but can't take back said damage. But where it becomes interesting is that V, much like Doll, wasn't initially projected for this play style as we can clearly see from her original timid maid persona that she was probably more inclined towards being a Support, but unlike Doll, she was fully capable of making that transition because she was motivated by the desire to protect N while keeping him distant, while Doll never fully managed to let go of her Tank origins because she was motivated by hatred and not love.

And as you all can clearly see, the problem with Doll being a Tank becomes self evident: all of the protagonists have the characteristics of Critters, the one class who counters Tanks, meaning that each and every single one of them could have easily mauled her like her family had been if she didn't change her ways; which is ironic, since Tank counters Melee, V main class, so even if Doll couldn't defeat V in a combat situation, she would have hard countered her on a narrative level, so in committing to the Critter play style, she lost an important advantage on that front and, narratively, allowed V to destroy her like her parents were.

And it all comes together to bite her in the ass in episode 7 when she faces Tessa/Cyn who I believe, despite what the colour scheme might imply, it's a Melee/Support who stacks attack buffs on herself; you know, Melee who's the class countered by Tanks (of the which Doll isn't anymore) and villainous Support, the class that counters Critters, aka the class Doll traded Tank for.

As to why I believe fake Tessa is Melee/Support, there are a couple of reasons, but you can mostly get it by their personality and play style; Cyn in their dialogues doesn't try to get under N skin to then deal as much damage as possible all in one go like a Critter would, instead, she slowly destroys his sense of security like a Melee would, also, the Absolute Solver is definitely a Support type of villain since they give their abilities to Uzi and Doll, even if inadvertently, which would sense narrative to have an unstoppable Support force against our 3 Critter protagonists and to have N and V, our 2 Melees working for him, be the ones who can stop him through Uzi's help.

And lastly, the main reason why Doll even manages to reach Uzi inside the chapel is thanks to that Tank characteristic that she chose to forsake and neglect, and now, that characteristic is not strong and trained enough to allow her to survive, but it has just enough of a presence to allow her to get a final warning out, much like her redemption was always possible despite not being reachable anymore.

#murder drones #murder drones doll #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones yeva #murder drones doll's dad #murder drones tessa #murder drones cyn #murder drones absolute solver #@melissa-titanium this is the most bat shit insane analysis of doll ever pulled of on this site I hope you get a kick out of it #character analysis #rpg

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