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homophyte · 7 months
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was just subjected to a self righteous post about how we need to learn to respect second generation atheists (important context: i am one) and how their existence begs the question of if atheism is always in reaction to something or if it can be an independently held position. which then followed it up with a 'summary of responses to this post' that included, peppered among things second generation atheists said or remarks about never hearing about this before, extremely reactionary positions about the necessity of religion in life all couched in the language of simple 'concern' for these atheists upbringing. like omg yesss your post is soooo important we really need to interrogate this group that is persecuted by literally every large religious organization on the planet about if their way of life is legitimate! its sooooooo crucial we open doors to religious mandates. its imperative that we teach them about religion, a thing they are so cruelly denied, but dont worry guys, for some of them, its not their fault! we can help them! by making them religious i mean teaching them about religion! remember that some jewish people are atheists too <3
#myposts#before you clown on me about the last sentence here#ask yourself why this websites number one method of trying to be charitable and lend credibility to nonreligious people#is to associate them with a religious group. ask yourself where that impulse comes from#when talking about areligiosity. you have to say DONT WORRY GUYS some of them are still like kiiiiinda religious lol#and dont worry even the ones that arent jewish are BASICALLY just christians bc of cultural christianity of course#thats how that works. theres only two religions evil oppressor and innocent victim. where have i heard this one before#wish i saw more atheistic jews getting mad about that honestly imagine someone using your marginalized identity#as a bludgeoning tool against your lived experience and beliefs.#bc were also not yet ready to admit atheism is something you can be marginalized for. bc if i say that if i say#ive faced religious discrimination for my atheism i would be accused of appropriating the struggles of real religious minorities#you know like that jewish atheist who only ever gets shit for the jewish thing which is the real thing and not the atheist thing#which is a fake thing. did i mention talking about them in this way is inclusive and respectful? just wanted to remind you#and listen i fucking hate christians but even I KNOW some of the shit said on here blanketly about christianity is entirely fake#some of you people sound like the chick who thinks the catholic church made up the roman empire#point being. whyd you include that in your fucking post. could have been a good post i agreed with whyd#you open the door like that to a flood of people using this as the new reason atheism is illegitimate and should be beaten out of people#lest they become annoying online. whyd you gotta include those people why make it a question of should we respect atheism? LOL
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calhanx · 1 year
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Please let me make a fansession with these dumbasses. Do you have Dream moons or even classpects?
nothing official yet since im still in the process of adding more socials to the mix but for now my very rough draft is
tumblr — prospit (page of life)
4chan — prospit (prince of hope)
twitter — derse (thief of heart)
tiktok — derse (bard of time)
reddit — prospit (seer of rage)
instagram — prospit (maid of space)
deviantart — derse (heir of void)
youtube — derse (knight of light)
as for my reasoning, pages tend to suffer from their aspect being taken from them or suffering from other people's manifestation of the PAGE's aspect. tavros's agency was always taken away by vriska. jake was everyones crush in the alpha kids group (one of hopes domain is sexuality and crushes. so its like they had hopes for jake) and it ended horribly. and horuss was often told off by meulin to keep a facade of smiles and politeness (voiding him even FURTHER). or whatever i dont remember much.
and yknow tumblr is like. why the hell does everyone think this site is dead? its cause twitter got most of the userbase when the porn ban happened. then BAM suddenly folks wanna get a piece of tumblr cause theyre all suffering under annoying billionaires (luxury is a domain of life, but can also be a source for doom).
as for 4chan. well ok im not familiar with 4chan but their vibes pretty similar to eridan so lets go with that.
twitter is a thief of heart because they always steal content from other sites (technically most sites do this) and its got a culture of being mean all the damn time even to earnest (heart) things. and i guess because of the short shelf life of tweets and trends, its impossible for most of its userbase to really make an identity? excpet for the influencers on there lol idk. so theres this lack of their aspect, which is a thing thieves go through and is something that causes them to always seek said aspect. still tentative!
tiktok is a bard of time because they invite destruction to time. they waste your time. they waste other peoples time. thats literally how its built. even its trends and culture make ME (personal opinion) go "why am i being subjected to this i dont care stop wasting my time". they dont last long either or at least dont stay relevant (to ME)
reddit. idk thats the place where smarty know it alls go. and yknow the challenge for seers is that they have to learn how to be wrong and EFFECTIVELY communicate with their teammates (kankri failed on both accounts. kept shitting on porrim. pre retcon rose failed on the latter because yknow alcoholism. retcon rose eeeeeh didnt really have a choice in improving herself on her own cause vriska did it for her but hey if it works it works i guess). if you make reddit into a person, seer feels like an appropriate class. also i picked rage for them because rage = truth. also lots of trolls on there, both in provoking rage through silly funnies, real life stories, real life but Insane stories, or legit fucked up stuff.
instagram is the maid of space because idk its vibes make me think porrim would like it. tentative idk much about it. all i know is that its very prospit-y because it requires the user to have a looot of grit to maintain their acc because of their shitty "post regularly" algorithm. at least from what i remember.
deviantart is heir of void because they are like equius. i think you get it. horses. sweat.
youtube is a knight of light because its culture revolves around its content creators! and yknow ccs gotta put up a front to entertain ya. its light because of its content! they literally need and breathe your attention. sometimes has educational stuff (knowledge) sometimes is just shitposts (attention) sometimes its really cool impressive stuff like speedrunning and gaming (victory/luck) sometimes its just funny challenges (success over goals). so putting all this together and makin a person out of it its like oh! theyre going to be sooooooo dysfunctional
anyway lots of this is still not finalized but feel free to do what ya want! socialstuck is free to share and im always glad to find folks makin stuff about it :]
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ainomica · 8 months
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People think depiction automatically means "glorification" and "endorsement". If you depict something in your work you automatically agree with it. There is no nuance, everything is only black and white. Look at what's happening with Oppenheimer right now, people who haven't even seen the movie yet, or have no desire watching it at all, will try to tell you it's glorifying the atomic bomb or that it's pro America, or that it's trying to make you sympathise with Oppenheimer. The moment a piece of art asks you to think for yourself these people get a headache. Nolans movies are bad because they dont ascribe to the performatively woke standards these weirdos set for every piece of media they watch (standards that change every few monts for them anyway, mind you). It's all so bizarre. Instead of making your own opinions about something (be it media, politics etc) folks just want everyone else to do the thinking for them so they can reblog vaguely intelligent sounding posts they agree with, even thought they don't know if the other person is right or not because of their own bias. They want to be spoon-fed everything. Be it the plot of their favorite show or a movie, or half understood ideas about politics. It's all so rancid lol
It is. Their standard is basically that of my 2 and half year old niece, who watches these sing-song songs and stories and every little fable ends with moral of the story and every villain tells right away what they did wrong etc. Appropriate for a baby of course....but certainly not for adults. Which shows why most antis start their "anti" career from teen-young adult or child adjacent media and then progress through obvious medium irreverent media( superna/tural, sher/lock , marv/el etc) and then never progress past that stage aka media and books for college level or adult level individuals.
They keep growing but their media never grows with them because then those stuff become a bit niche, there aren't many people to talk smack about with and boss around on internet and what these people love more than being a hater, is being a hater in a community. This is why "slash fandom" "migrate" almost in a herd online to pester about something. All antis are like that. They don't come after niche stuff. They would attack Killing Stalk/ing but won't bother about say The Gho/st's nocturne or Delicious. The latter two especially Delicious is so obscure hardly any post about it online anywhere exists. Its readers read it , appreciate it and don't wank about it. What is the "fun" in being anti of that manhwa? there is nobody to lecture. There is nobody to harass. There is nobody be buddy with hating on someone who likes Delicious online.
Its not like people do not understand Oppenheimer is not endorsing killing vast swaths of people especially civilians in the most cruelest way possible and not taking responsibility of the damage Nuclear programs had done because of government's lack of empathy and concern for safety for everyone involved. It CLEARLY is talking about that. This is why its using perspective of the creator, the perfect vehicle for that because before its gives perspective on people who clearly didn't get what they were unleashing until it was too late. Even Marie Sklodowska Curie didn't realize she was carrying LETHAL element in her pocket despite being a bona fide scientist. This is why after that while he still worked on defense and even worked on Hydrogen bombs, he was advocate for nuclear power proliferation and control too. Pretty much his standard of thought is applied on today's politics TODAY.
Its a movie with loads of material and a topic people know most others have a very juveniles and black and white understanding of rather than something mature. So for click bait , attention or validation they keep saying that the movie is endorsing unmitigated US supremacy and Nuclear weapon supremacy when its not. Its a mature movie with bunch of loudmouth audience who are not interested being mature about it at all.
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tzimizce · 6 months
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Hey! I wanted to ask how your time on StartPlaying has been? I've been looking into it since you were advertising for Demon players (I hope that game is going well!!) and I've been considering trying to GM there, but I don't 100% know what I'd be getting myself into yet
Hiiiii, I'm currently in 3 games on the sight and I reccomend it! I'll share both my experiences as a player and what I've heard from talking with my ST's. I plan on moving there for my own games when I can because disability pension is ROUGH!!
Anyway, from a player perspective in the few games I've been in; Reviews are visible, lines and veils is very thorough and encouraged, very professional over all, scheduling- and thus commitment is intensive, but rewarding. I'm disabled..so I dont have most things hanging over my head.
A lot of TT games suffer from schedules/commitment issues and it's honestly so worth the money for me to have consistent games. Not to mention the player/ST arrangement, on reddit, there's like 25 - 1 player to ST distribution which makes it an incredible hassle to keep applying for games like jobs, instead of actual open slots and not just beggers can't be choosers. This also means you have the luxury to vet your ST and make sure its actually a fit for you! Something I didn't find on Reddit/other means where it was often an awkward hit or miss. I.e the one reddit game I had to drop out of because quote and quote me being disabled/having chronic fatigue was 'ruining' people's roleplay ( I couldn't do 8 hour games)
I appreciate the vetting process, it feels a lot more like buying a ticket and checking if its a match rather than going anxious about whether you're going to be accepted out of 18 or so people.
Startplaying thus far also encourages breaks which I deeply appreciate, there's also quality control for mics and I feel I can bring up issues/things I want to pursue. Also.. requesting different times, very useful feature. There's also room for other WoD games! I saw a few hunter games and - well the demon game which is a needle in a haystack to find lol.
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From an ST perspective from who I've spoken about; Commitment is generally better but not perfect, but considering reddit games... A lot better chances. People are paying to be there. Of the 5 game sessions Ive had, we only had one person missing . But I've heard that people have dropped out permanently for one reason or the other.
Compared to when I ran with discord/reddit people when people dropped etiher on the day or 1 minute into the session. Others went like 4 sessions in before dropping out which was exhaaausting to recuperate from.
I'm not sure how advertising games goes especially if you're new on the scene/not reviewed. I get the impression DnD is given a lot more favour, but considering other avenues, I'd say it's the most populated scene of open WoD games I've ever seen from discords/websites I've scoured over the past three years.
Once I'm done with uni and had an appropriate break I will probably be moving there or in the very least trying it out.
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heyy :). could i pls request an nsfw one about an english teacher? the teacher would be a woman, the student afab and nonbinary, and out to the teacher about their gender. teacher as dom, student would be sub. with kinks i'd like spanking/bondage/edging/verbal degradation and humiliation (don't have to have them all lol, just choose a couple). maybe bed and night for location (ik it's basic lmaoo) but i don't really mind and please please have the teacher sit on the student's face. thanks <33333
Hey! I love the detail it makes it so much easier lmao but i dont know if this is what you reeaalllyy wanteedddd... it's a different format than normal. Really R E A L L Y long dotpoints.
Word count: 2, 627
Warning, contains:
- pet names, 'slut' 'whore' ect..
- Face riding
- bondage and edging
☁ The class had been planning for this trip for months. It was, to most normal students, incredibly boring and mundane.. yet the final year english students were ecstatic to see the play
☁ The teacher (Miss) had waded through the hundreds upon hundreds of papers and documents the school insisted she fill out. Everything was mapped out, down to what second of what hour in what day they would arrive back at the school, even the weather was written into a table and submitted. The chances that there is a sudden flash flood and a student drowns are slim but, according to the admin team, never zero.
☁ The first mistake on your behalf was giving your parents the wrong date, resulting in a lack of car and, in effect of that, absolutely no way to get yourself out of town and to the play. The look on Miss’ face told you she was disappointed but the way she turned to the class and spoke made your face flush burning red.
☁ “Everybody,” she clapped and stole the attention of the chattering class, “please collect your belongings and leave. If, like this student here,” she pointed directly to you, “you have forgotten to arrange transport… you will be stuck with me, in my car, alone, with my terrible music.”
☁ She meant it to humiliate you and, if the class had been listening it would have, but the idea of being stuck alone with Miss for an hour in a car didn’t seem all that bad. How awful could her music really be?
☁ Mentally you retract previous statement, it was … unique. Her playlist was a niche combination of ABBA songs which she sung loud to make the trip what she deemed ‘unbearably’ (what you deemed as ‘her being attractive’) and old 70s songs you already knew half of.
☁ The second mistake you made was needing a bathroom break only 20 minutes into the trip, forcing her to pull over into some less than architecturally stable looking petrol station. In the corner of the roof you could have sworn you saw mold growing before you so you rushed to leave the disgusting and strangely sticky bathroom.
☁ When you set back off on the road, slushies melting in the cup holders between you, she had turned the radio off and sat in undisturbed silence. Something about the way her back straightened out and atmosphere shifted made the hair on your neck stand with a shiver. Occasionally her eyes flicked towards you with a smirk before turning back to the road as you sat in agonising silence.
☁ It was nearly unbearable when it hit the 30 minute mark. You were barely 15 minutes away from the hotel and clouds had begun to darken overhead, the occasional shudder of thunder rang through the air and made you jump, but she still sat in perfect silence.
“What,” you said more than asked, not sure if talking was entirely appropriate seeing she seemed to detest the fact she was forced to drive you. But, out of every answer you’d mapped out and prepared answers for, hers was not one of them.
“I had plans for this trip,” she sighed and something about the way she said plans brought your teeth to catch your bottom lip. “You interrupted me.”
In honesty, there was not much thought behind your next line of questioning despite the nagging sense that her ‘plans’ had absolutely nothing to do with the play you were seeing. “What were you going to do?” This time it was a question, spoken in a quieter and more polite tone.
“I was going to fuck myself the entire trip, baby,” she smiled and said as if it was any normal discussion. A lump of anxiety and arousal formed in your throat as your mind was sent into a desperate spiral that made no sense of what she just confessed.
“Don’t let me stop you,” you ended up stuttering out, hiding partially behind the slushie that you now chugged and feigned heat to lean against and cool your cheeks.
☁ By the time you got to the hotel the rest of the class was huddled in the small lobby. Her hand had slid to your thigh in the final moments of the drive but still, no words had been said since your final comment and the tension was turning your organs inside out.
☁ The hotel rooms she had booked assigned two students to each room, most with friends they had requested before but some with a random kid they had barely ever said hello to. It was a miracle that final year students could be strangers in the same room but still, they scattered away with small overnight bags and school backpacks.
☁ Miss pulled you back outside and smiled the same smile from the car as she handed you the bags from the trunk, including her overpacked suitcase and book bag. She shuffled into the elevator with you and a dozen other non-student hotel guests, positioning behind you as she trailed a hand up your thigh just out of view of the strange man staring at you. He was breathing too heavy and was too red in the face to be honestly watching, but it made your skin tingle and body flush with excitement at the humiliation of being touched so publically.
☁ Her hand brushed over the damp strip of underwear blocking her access before the doors flew open and she pulled away. It was wrong of her, you knew that and she sure as hell did too, but it was too exciting… too shamefully attractive to turn down. Who were you to get in the way of her plans anyway?
☁ She held the door open as you shuffled through bag after bag and eventually collapsed on the bed. The bed, singular.
“Am i not staying in here?” you asked, huffing from awkwardness and exhaustion.
“You are,” she said as her hands began fiddling with the clasp of her skirt.
“I can go,” you mumbled and she laughed as the fabric fell to the ground.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t stop me, hm?” She was mocking you, it was clear in her tone, but you couldn’t mind the capacity to care. You shook your head, in disagreement or agreement you weren’t quite sure, but she threw her top away and left only her thigh high black stockings, lacey underwear, and solid black bra.
☁ It killed you to think that is what she wore every day in front of the class. What she wore as she sat, one knee crossed over the other on your desk to talk about the readings, as she strutted around the front monologuing about an essay, or when she bent slightly too provocatively over to file away papers. You gasps softly, forgetting to breathe.
☁ “God,” you whispered to yourself, but she was so close she smiled in amusement and cupped your face in one hand. It was like you were praying with some angelic being lighting every nerve under her touch on fire. She was tracing light circles along your arm as she brought your hand up to grasp her waist. Her skin was soft and smooth under your fingers, thumb mindlessly rubbing over one of the few freckles you had managed to spy on her side.
☁  She took her hand and pushed it further down, trailing your touch down her stomach to the hem of her underwear with her breathing heavy and mouth stuck in a permanent gasp.
☁ You knew, from the way her hips softly swayed and goosebumps rippled to live over her thighs, she was excited and if not desperate definitely needy. So you moved your hand slowly out of her grasp only slightly to cup over the fabric. Your touch found her own excitement already leaking through, she must have been soaked and beyond sensitive from the involuntary buck of her hips and soft whimper that spilled from her mouth.
“You know this is wrong,” you said, looking up into her heat driven eyes. You didn’t know before this moment that hunger could be anything more than an instinct, but she was full of it. Her eyes, touch, movements dripped of hunger like it was an emotion.
“As if you care, little slut,” she half laughed and half moaned. It was completely irrational to be so turned on by that phrase but it made you bring your own hips down as you began to grind on whatever friction you could find from the edge of the bed. “Let me have you,” she ordered and you nodded instantly, earning a smile and gentle finger that rubbed along your lip.
☁ You were pushed back with a firm hand on your chest, laying down now as her hands trailed back up your thighs and toyed with you through your underwear before she straddled your chest.
“You’re going to eat me out, ok?” She said but wasn’t really asking. You nodded anyway and she shifted further up until her still covered core was hovering an inch above your mouth
☁ Her underwear was still on but she didn’t care as she began to grind on your face, hand woven into your hair and pulling harshly as you nearly suffocated in her touch. You could feel the excitement and wet beginning to smeer over your lips, your tongue lapped out but found nothing but rough material and faint taste of her.
☁ She grew restless, throwing herself off you and meeting your lips with hers. The kiss was rough but desperate and heated. She was tasting herself on you, cleaning what had covered your face with her tongue before she stood to remove the rest of her clothes.
☁ She moved slow as you watched, slightly sat up to absorb the view. She was made of soft curves and blurred edges but she was so attractive it knocked the air from your lungs all over again. You could see the faint glistening on her thigh and the way her nipples hardened as they came into contact with the air. Her stockings remained on in her rush, uneven on her thighs as she moved back to straddle your face again.
☁ “Are you gonna be good for me baby? Mmm? Want to make me feel good?” You nodded, hungrily sticking out your tongue and grabbing at her hips to force her down. Instead, she slowly lowered her hips so you could barely reach her nearly throbbing clit. You tickled the end, making her head roll back and mouth gape open. Her skin was flushed across her cheeks and down her neck. Her thighs were littered with the red grab marks of where she had resisted your pulling and her chest bounced softly as she rocked herself against the minimal contact.
☁ The sounds she made were unholy and made your lower half buzz, your thighs rubbed together in desperate need of contact between them but your focus remained on her. She was losing control, her movements leaning more into your hands still stuck to her hips, slowly pulling her down until she was fully sat and crying out praise.
“Such a good whore.”
“You’re so messy baby fuck.”
“So bad for me, so so bad for me, it’s so good.”
You moaned against her with each comment which only made her react louder with the additional vibrations. Her hands in your hair nearly hurt but every ounce of pain quickly turned to pleasure and washed over your body like ice in the middle of a desert.
☁ She was getting close and you could taste it. The way she moved faster and whined louder, the way your tongue was held out still but she managed to ride your face so hard it didn’t even matter if you moved or not. Then she stopped, seconds from release, and laughed softly.
She mumbled, “not yet, not yet, hungry slut.”
☁ It was your turn now, as she made you sit on the edge of the bed, hands bound together with a ribbon she had stored in her bag. It was black and silky, smooth but firm against your wrists behind your back. She was peppering kisses along your neck, another toy she had pulled from her ever mysterious bags vibrating along your thighs as she dragged it in the same path she had traced in the elevator.
☁ You wiggled and shifted to get her toy over your clit but she denied again and again, occasionally teasing herself with the same toy. It should have been gross, the mixing of excitement and wetness between the two of you.. but it only added to your desperation. She was teasing, edging, and you were completely helpless. You pulled and pulled on the bounds behind your back but you could have sworn they tightened with each tug so you relented and sat whining.
“Please,” you whispered over and over, eyes wet and filling with desperate tears. You had no idea how it had gotten to this point but something in the mixture of being trapped under her core and the condescending laughter had driven you deep into a submissive space.
☁ Eventually the vibrator hit you rclit and you doubled over, your face ending up resting against her arm as she slowly moved the toy in circles. It wouldn't take you long, already excited and aroused from her and the entire car trip over here. You softly whimpered and moaned into her skin as she muttered praise and dirty phrases in your ear. Her voice was heaven, it shouldn't have be that nice.. this honey like and smooth, but it made you shake and moan.
☁ You grew close and she could tell, the way your moans got caught and strangled half way through, the redness flooding down your chest and to your ears, the way you cried out her name over and over. Then she stopped, leaving you hanging just as she had left herself.
“no no no no, please, no no,” you cried with a single tear escaping your eyes. She rubbed her thumb over your cheek, collecting the tear and smoothing over the worry lines forming in face. “I know baby, good little slut, just wait.” So you waited.
☁ She pushed you back down, hands still bound and now trapped under your body, as she straddled your hips and lined up your clit to hers. There was momentary confusion, until the familiar feeling of intense vibrations shot through you and made you scream. She was riding the same vibrator that was resting torturously against you.
☁ You lasted only a second longer, back arching and moans, begs coming out as an incoherent string of pleas. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, blinding you momentarily, intensifying the vibrations that didn’t stop. She was still going as your body desperately tried to both finish your first orgasm, come down from it, and prepare for the next that already bubbled to life inside of you. You were over sensitive but stuck and shaking with need.
☁ “I-I.. I’, You,” you babbled and she nodded like she understood the few letters you cried. She was smashing her hips into yours as she began to find her edge again, approaching faster and more intensely than the first time.
☁ She was crying your name now, back arched and hips bucked as she came on the vibrator. The sight send you spiralling into your own mind melting release.
☁ You both came together, gasping and ending in a puddle of goo by the end.
☁ Both smiling and unable to see clearly.
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wickedgame00 · 19 days
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THE post
i had this au idea that was gettin so auish theyre ocs at this point . and i really mean it. im gonna turn them into ocs once i develop the idea well enough BUT ANYWAY .
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- jd is a hardcore santana wannabe rockstar. he wants to be a music producer! i rlly like how he write most of bz songs bc it means he know smth abt music theory and i love that for him <3
- hes kinda a loser adult who goes to work on a miserable 9-5 job (to support his family ofc) and the rest of his time he plays guitar on the streets.
- floyd is an party animal w the voice of an Angel. he sings for whatever hes invited (an bar, karaoke, sm random abuela birthday, etc) but hes not that passionate abt being a singer like jd is abt music. its bc his life sucks LMAOO once he get his shit together he starts singing again for real. his angsty arc is abt moving to america to start a solo career 😞
- he works as a babysitter smtimes + is the one who takes care of branch bc hes a teenager and has free time. most kids on the barrio know him bc of that (and either have a crush on him or think hes disgusting and weird, no inbetween. parents hate him)
- bruce is a chef at the family's boteco and clay is a waiter. he cant take care of the finances bc hes too young for that lol. and if theyre still poor is bc of this shit ass restaurant 🫢 clay flirts w viva whenever he has the chance "HEY stop stalking the chiefs daughter and go back to work" "BRUCE SHUT UPP"
- ALSO the ages branch is not a baby. here floyd is 18 and branch is 13 . w that u can work the rest of the ages or whatever. their grandma didnt die yet (its a big emotional arc like in the heights) so branch is mostly fine and hes childhood besties w poppy, which will get angsty once branchs depression hits..
- branch invited his videogame buddy over and he went "WOAH ur sister (abt floyd) is so hot 😍😍" "hes a man 😐" "w-WHAT?" <- sorry here branch is just confused abt floyds gender identity. "at first he was my brother and now he has boobs and dress weird" type of stuff. i also dont get it
- jd writes all sort of romantic songs abt floyd but he will never know bc jd also sings it for random women LMAOO he sucks im sorry. theres some insane cheating plotline going on w jd and his college age-appropriate girlfriend vs his lil sibling. like. i mean 🫢🫢 theres not competition here
- the girlfriend in question is probably delta HELPP . i kinda wanna recontextualize the country troIIs bc it wouldnt make sense on my fantasy dominican republic island 🙄 or it could be in nyc/l.a but im not feeling all that
- their parents are garbage deadbeat teen parents . but theyre very much in love w each other and thats why they had 5 children ❤️ im lying its bc after accidentaly having jd when theyre were 16 and grandma rosiepuff had to help them they realized they needed more sources of income. it would pay off after jd started working at 14 (ilegally) SORRY THIS IS SO EDGY THATS JUST THE LIFE OF A FRIEND OF MINE 😭 and she has more sibs than them 🙄
- viva and poppy are daughters of the mayor or police captain idk. i kinda didnt wanna them to be rich for the vibes but they have to be bc its integral for their characters. w the story i had in mind i cant explore poppy and branch well enough bc theyre children :/ but w viva is another story!
GONNA MAKE UP MORE SHIT LATER BYEE
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hobimo · 2 years
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hi! i has just absolutely DEVOURED ihq and i am just left with one burning question; what exactly happens to yoongi when he goes back to the forest?? like is he being tortured or something? and what about taehyung? i mean we know hobi isn’t like the NICEST person and taehyung has some pretty nasty lacerations. also hobi in the past seemed to really like taehyung but in the end he is like unbelievably cold to him despite everything they’ve been through so i’m wondering what happened?? was it because tae left to go to yoongi?
which leaves me with ANOTHER question (sorry i didn’t know i had so many questions) but what is this “deal” hobi and tae are talking about in the end? hobi says he gave tae “time” and the “whole summer” but he didn’t know what tae was going to do, right? does he mean that after he found out where tae was he still didn’t come for him him? and why is tae so vehement that yoongi should not come? since that was the whole reason half-life yoongi sent him. honestly i am most confused about when did hobi become so… sinister. when he’s with past tae and yoongi he’s so different as he was in the end. what happened?
i really thought i was done but i just remembered all those times yoongi remembers the day leading up to him and hobi going into the forest. he talks about all these strange things like hobi poking his cheek (and taehyung also pokes yoongi’s cheek) and saying uncharacteristic things and looking pale and all but hobi wasn’t the forest yet. was that his mind just messing with him or…?
hi hiiii
thanks so much for reading!!
re: what happens to yoongi and taehyung AFTER the events of the story, i don't have any idea :) it really is up to you. i never saw the ending as anything particularly negative but i suppose depending on someone else's interpretation it could feel somewhat insidious. when i say i have no idea what happens i really mean it, in my head the story cuts off there. i suppose i sort of imagined a 'happy ending' for taegiseok because i was quite attached to all the characters, but beyond that i really have no idea and it's up to you.
and what about taehyung?
idk lol. the "lacerations" on his arms r from him sprinting through the woods getting cut up on twigs and branches and things, and the wounds on his face are separate and tie back to the "blood and bone" vs "dirt" theme that is through the whole story. they're not from hoseok if that's what u r curious abt
what is this “deal” hobi and tae are talking about in the end? hobi says he gave tae “time” and the “whole summer” but he didn’t know what tae was going to do, right?
I'm not sure what you mean by "deal"? I don't really want to dive too into that scene and demand that there's only one (1) interpretation but if you take into account the scene with jungkook a chapter (or 2?? i dont remember anymore) prior, it does sort of seem like hoseok bided his time deliberately to see what would happen.
ive written a lot of answers like this explaining my characterisation of hoseok so i encourage you to look for them!
i know you have a lot more questions but since they do largely affect your interpretation of the fic i don't think its appropriate for me to answer them. my intention was to play around with the unreliable narrator trope and let the reader decide what they felt was nothing more than trauma and what could potentially be something more, symbolic or not.
thanks for the ask!
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mkstudyblr · 5 years
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Korean Alphabet Practice
Blocks always need one consonant and one vowel. The following letters are vowels, but a consonant (ㅇ) is at the beginning so it becomes a block rather than just a letter. ㅇ is an empty sound. Silent like gh in though.
이 = ee
아 = ah
어 = aw
여 = yaw
야 = yah
For fun and usage:
이 = ee = teeth 🦷
아이 = ah ee = child 🧒
야 = yah = hey (informal)
아야 = ah yah = ouch 😖😣
First post and we’re off to a great start :)
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yanderes-galore · 2 years
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i dont think you’ve done micheal afton yet.. is he ok to request for? cause if sooooo i’d like to request yandere micheal (any game you want is fine) and a scared & crybaby reader? like reader will full on start crying if they get scared by anything
AGAIN NOT SURE IF HES ALLOWED-
He is allowed, yes! Since it wasn't specified I'll do the scariest one I know, The FNAF 6 fan concept of Michael Afton. The one where he's a literal corpse with a mask on posing to be normal. Made as a concept as it was not specified. The first time I write Michael is corpse Michael LMFAO.
This probably would've gone better with Sister Location Michael, lol 😅 Maybe I'll do two versions. I just wanted to test my version of FNAF 6 Michael.
Yandere! Michael Afton with Emotional! Darling
Concept (FNAF 6)
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Moral conflict, Implied kidnapping, Walking corpse, Angst (?), Paranormal, Obsessive behavior, Implied stalking, Selfish behavior, Forced affection.
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- In FNAF 6 Michael really only has one goal, to put an end to this mess with Henry.
- Yet he also has someone hired for help.
- While Helpy is good help, Michael also wants to have an actual person to help.
- Which happens to be you.
- Interacting with your employer is minimal, as Michael prefers not to speak to you.
- It's already suspicious enough to you that his skin is an odd color and he wears a mask all the time.
- That and the smell of something rotting that refuses to go away no matter how much cologne he douses himself in.
- Powdering his skin to be a more healthy color is also a lot of effort.
- Either way you try not to be too concerned about your employer, but it's hard not to feel a little nervous around him.
- At this stage of his... 'life'... Michael hasn't bothered to think of loving someone.
- He was always so focused on finding his father and gaining money.
- Even now he's essentially a walking corpse desperately trying to hide the fact he's dead.
- Yet somehow, he feels guilt at the fact you have to work here with him.
- Unaware that you're the only natural living one here.
- Surprisingly he feels comforted yet nervous when you point out certain things about him.
- "You're looking kind of skinny, Mr. Afton... Have you been eating?"
- Does a corpse need to eat? Do they even...need to sleep?
- "Mr. Afton, you look so pale- Is that a scar?"
- That ones a long story....
- "Mr. Afton, please take care of yourself...."
- You're too sweet for your own good.
- He just wishes he could've met you when he was still alive and well, that way he could excuse his feelings.
- Just what was he thinking! Dragging someone as vulnerable as you into this hellhole with him....
- Then he proceeds to fall in love with you...!
- You'll be so scared of him if he reveals himself.
- What's the appropriate response to the knowledge a walking corpse likes you?
- Especially since you get scared easily.
- You refuse to salvage bots as you claimed they 'jumped' at you.
- Which, based on Michael's experience, isn't too hard to believe.
- Michael refuses to have you do night shift alone, you're also left with Helpy to do day tasks.
- It was his mistake to hire you.
- Now he's jeopardizing everything, isn't he?
- He feels he knows everything about you while you both work, yet all you know of him is the bear mask and skinny body that always reeks of some unknown scent....
- Michael can't even speak to you normally without struggling or sounding distorted.
- You were always nervous around him but you're terrified once the facade unravels.
- Michael takes nights with you, he knew he shouldn't have brought you.
- The mask he wears is flimsy... not only that but one of those haunted bots proceeds to attack.
- He hears you scream, something forcing him into action to push and shield you away.
- The mask falls....
- Another scream.
- He doesn't care what you think, he just wants you safe.
- Michael needed to protect you because you're so damn precious to him it hurts.
- "GO!"
- Michael hears himself croak before dragging you to a safer part of the establishment.
- You're sobbing, eyes fixated on his face.
- It's the face of a corpse...he knows what you think.
- 'What the hell is my employer!?'
- It would be too much to explain.
- "Get away!"
- He feels hurt by your words but he could care less.
- He refuses to lose you, not now....
- "No..."
- "Afton, please!"
- "It's... Michael-"
- You only continue to thrash.
- At this point he doesn't care what you think, he doesn't care if you hate him....
- He only wants to hold you like this forever....
- Maybe he's truly gone mad now....
- He feels selfish, forcing himself to use you as comfort when you're clearly unwilling.
- Yet he just doesn't care anymore.
- He only wants you for himself now.
- What would Henry think if he knew what he had done?
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forsworned · 3 years
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wrong number [tengen]
warnings » talking to strangers? kdngklrndkg
word count » 3k
categories » f/m
relationships » college student!tengen uzui x college student!reader
characters » tengen uzui, reader
author’s note » hello, i hope you enjoy this i got kinda carried away lol also dont talk to strangers jofljgewng
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You were gonna do it. You were finally going to have the guts to call your crush and confess to him. It had been quite some time since you had a crush on him and you wanted to just tell him because it was literally going to drive you insane. The adrenaline surged through you as you dialed his number on your phone and it rung only a few times before you heard it pick up and you were talking at lightning speed.
"Hi, I know this is super sudden but I just want to--no I need to tell you something that's been on my mind for what feels like ages. It's been driving me insane and I--I really, really like you. I just can't ever stop thinking about you and I feel like it's gotten to the point where it was only appropriate to tell you. Sorry, I know that was a lot but I hope you feel the same way..." Your voice trailed off after a whirlwind of emotions were poured over the phone. A huge sigh of relief escaped your lips as you felt the weight lift from off your shoulders. There, now he can either hang up in your face or reply awkwardly. Either way, you would have your answer and you didn't need to worry about any lingering feelings.
"Hm, well I'm super flattered...but who is this exactly? You sound pretty cute." Your jaw dropped, not because of the fact that they called you cute, but the voice on the other side of the phone was not your crush. You looked at your phone again to see that you had, in fact, dialed one number off.
"Hm, well I'm super flattered...but who is this exactly? You sound pretty cute." Your jaw dropped, not because of the fact that they called you cute, but the voice on the other side of the phone was not your crush. You looked at your phone again to see that you had, in fact, dialed one number off.
"Goddammit." You muttered as you smacked your head. "I am such an idiot."
You were so focused on your sheer stupidity that you didn't notice the voice on the other side of the phone chuckled on amusement. "So, I take it you dialed the number wrong?"
"Unfortunately, yes I did. I am so, so, so sorry." You sighed and smacked your face lightly in frustration. "Please, forget about this and have a good night."
Your finger went to hit the end button but the stranger's voice on the other side halted your actions.
"Well, wait a second." He laughed again. Damn, his voice was pretty attractive. "Who was the person you were trying to tell you liked?
A small smile formed on your lips. At least he wasn't a dickhead. "This guy I've liked since started my bio class in the fall. I thought that if I just told him over the phone it would be less awkward? I don't know. I know it's dumb--"
"I don't think it's dumb." He interrupted your rambling.
"Well, thanks."
"Just...kinda cowardly." He finished. Hm, maybe you take back the part back about him not being a dickhead.
You rolled your eyes. "Wow, thanks." You voice sarcastically which caused him to laugh again.
"Well, hold on. I wasn't done yet."
"Oh, please go on."
"I can definitely appreciate the fact that you chose to tell the guy. It's a step up from texting which is lame. But, I would definitely appreciate it even more if she had the guts to tell me in person." He finished.
You let out another sigh. "Hm, well, now I am definitely not going to tell him."
"Why not? You seemed to be totally into this guy."
"I just think this is a sign that it's not meant to be. I mean for fucks sake I just dialed the wrong number and confessed to a stranger. It is clearly not in the stars."
"Was there any particular reason that you wanted to tell him so suddenly?"
You hadn't really thought about it. You just felt an urge to get it off your chest nothing more nothing less. But the more you thought about it, the more you started to ick yourself out. I mean, your crush, he wasn't really that special. He was just a dude who shared answers with you and almost always blew you off when you asked for one-on-one study sessions at your college's library. Actually, now that you think about it even more. He was always flirting with that one blonde girl behind you in class--
"Hello?"
His voice brought you out of your inner monologue. "Yeah, my bad. I was just thinking about--"
"How you really don't like him that much?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
Now, it was his turn to sigh. "Trust me. I know these things all too well. It's a good thing that this happened. You know, calling the wrong number and confessing your feelings to a stranger." He was totally teasing you right not.
"Are you going to get to the part where you say something useful?"
He laughed a little more louder this time. "Ohoho, okay. A little impatient, are we?"
"I'm going to hang up."
"Nooo, wait."
You couldn't help the way your lips were curling into a smile.
"I was gonna say, you probably just a had a moment of clarity. One where things line up and you're able to see the situation for what it really is instead of being delirious. You weren't caught up in an illusion and you let yourself see it for what it really is. That maybe he wasn't really that into you and you weren't that into him and you saved yourself the dejection. So just relax and pat yourself on the back."
Never has a stranger ever left you so speechless. He was so right. You definitely did save yourself the rejection from an ain't shit guy that would definitely be a blow to your ego.
"Thank you. I really don't know how I got so caught up in this guy. It's kind of embarrassing really."
"Nah, you're alright. After all, you did just confess to a stranger so how bad could it really be?"
You laughed and than felt your shoulder that were previously so tense relax against as you laid against your bed. You felt yourself starting to wonder who the voice behind the phone was.
"You know, I'm a little curious." You began as you took a sip of water from the glass on your nightstandand you heard him hum in acknowlegement.
"I bet your itching to see what flamboyant, sexy face is behind this flamboyant, sexy voice is, right?"
You choked on your water and he chuckled at you. "Flamboyant?"
"Yes, flamboyant and sexy. Two things I very much am." And he sounded confident too.
"Hm, well, now you've got my attention, so send a pic." You were playing a pretty dangerous game right now, but your ex-crush was no longer the center of your attention and why not have some fun? You could just block him if he turned out to be a total creep.
"Mmm, okay. Check your phone."
You bit your lip in apprehension as you unlocked your phone to check your new message, but you wasted no time looking at it. Your jaw dropped as you looked at the image in front of you.
"There is no way this is you."
"That's me definitely me, sweetheart." The tone of his voice now completely changed. It was low and sultry and it was definitely enough to make your hands clammy.
"If this is you then you should definitely be a model, but there is just no way." You gulped as you couldn't take your eyes off of the picture he sent. The man in the image seemed to be around your age and he was, well, totally hot. His silver hair brushed over his shoulders and framed his beautifully structured face. Deep, ruby eyes that made you melt and those lips. There was just no fucking way.
"Well, I was offered a contract but I'm in school right now. I wanna focus on my degree first."
"Uh huh." Was all you could muster up as you zoomed into his face trying to find any indiscrepancies in the image and then saved it to your camera roll as you began to open google to reverse image it.
He seemed to be very amused with your disbelief. "Do you want me to facetime or zoom you to prove it?"
Your heart stopped in your chest as you not only heard his words, but found quite a few matches to this image. Modeling portfolios, social medias, blogs, articles all under the name Tengen Uzui.
"Huh? F-facetime?" You felt yourself start to get nervous. Not for no reason. It was obviously a little overwhelming knowing that you were probably talking to hottest guy you have ever seen.
He sensed your apprehension and decided to take a step back. "Only if you're okay with that, of course. No pressure. I just thought you were curious and needed the proof to feel at ease. I know there's a lot of creeps out there pretending to be who they're not."
"Ah," You began as you took a deep breath. "I think that would be best, right?"
He snorted. "You're asking me?"
"I mean sorry--I, I'm just nervous, y'know. I know I asked." You sputtered out. "Fuck it. Go ahead."
"You sure? You seem like you don't want to."
"No, I do! Please, go right ahead."
Your phone lit up with the video call and all you had to do was accept it but for some reason you just hit the end button.
"Sorry! Ugh, I don't know what's wrong with me..."
He chuckled at you. "Tell you what, if I'm not who I say I am. We can totally forget about this happening and you can block my number."
"Well, I already planned on doing that."
"See! Great minds think alike and if anything I can just hang up right now if you really don't want to."
"No!" You suddenly exclaimed and then noticed how you were not ready to hang up. "I mean," You cleared your throat. "no, I can do this. Go ahead."
"Hm, okay."
And again, the phone lit up and you just hit answer. Yolo.
The phone lit up to see the man, the myth, the legend. The same fucking guy in the photo staring right back at you in real time except he was sporting a really cute grin.
"Well, hello--you're even cuter than I thought you'd be. Wait, how old are you?" You just stared at him with mouth agape before you clamped it shut.
"I'm over the age of consent." You awkward replied. His face transitioned into an even wider grin before you heard the sound of his mirth again.
"Anyone who says they're 'over the age of consent' is most definitely not."
You pouted at him as you reached into your bag and pulled out your wallet to show him your driver's license that in fact stated that you were above 18.
He squinted at the screen and his face contorted in confusion. "Sweetheart, I'm gonna need you to send me a picture of that. Front and back, please."
"Ugh, you're so annoying." You voiced in a slight vexed voice. "Fine."
"Is it too much to ask to not go to jail?" You ignored him as you took a very clear picture of your ID front and back and sent it to him.
"There. Go wild."
"Hmm..." He appeared to look focused as he looked down at his screen.
"What are you even doing?" You asked as you crossed your arms.
"I'm running your ID."
"What are you, a cop?"
"My dad is, unfortunately."
"Sorry."
"It's okay."
He tapped his finger on the desk he was situated at as he waited before his face lit up in jubilancy.
"Ah, [last name], [first name]. That's really cute, even cuter that you're legal."
You looked away from the screen as you felt your heart thump a little harder against your chest. "S-so, do you believe me now?"
"Mhm, and here I'll send you mine, too."
Your phone buzzed as the screen moved upward to reveal his information. "Well, I already reversed imaged your picture."
"Oh, really? Damn, you're quick. Hey, can you tell me if my LinkedIn looks good? I feel like I could add some more things to make it look better, but my dad said it looked fine. I don't know, I don't exactly trust the guy." He mused as he moved his mouse and clicked on things you could not see.
"Um, sure..."
He blinked and looked at you with slight concern. "My bad, are you okay? I didn't mean to be so casual. This isn't like a normal thing for me, but I figured since we're like the same age it was cool."
"No, it is. I'm just--I guess still in shock? I don't know, you're like really hot. It's weird."
He flashed you a toothy grin. "Definitely hotter than your lame crush."
"Yeah," You nervously laughed. "Definitely."
He seemed to click out of all of his tabs and then put all his focus on you.
"So, not to be weird, but..."
"But?" You were sounding a little too hopeful, [name].
"But, would it be weird to ask you out? I mean, like, according to your ID you live like 5 miles away from me." And truth be told, Tengen was also feeling very hopeful. He wanted you to say yes. It wasn't every day he got a love confession from a stranger that wasn't meant for him, but he somehow managed to connect with you and made you forget about your loser crush. Usually, he found other girls so annoying. Always trying to pry their grubby hands on him, but you didn't talk to him like he was just merely a hot guy. You talked to him like he was a person.
"Mmm," You looked for a moment to ponder his question.
It wasn't really that weird, but still a little weird that he didn't seem fazed by the love confession that was clearly meant for someone else, and yet here he was asking you out.
"Do you not care about the fact that my confession was for someone else or?"
He shrugged. "Not really. Guy's a total loser and I'm a total catch. Life moves quickly, so why not?"
You scoffed at him. "Really, life moves quickly? That's all you have to say. You make it seem like if we dated and broke up you'd move on to the girl that you tell me not to worry about in five minutes."
"I don't think I could even look at another girl after looking at you." He replied as he rest his hand on his chin. It was like he was looking right into your soul despite it being completely virtual.
You rolled your eyes and laughed. "Oh, alright. And I should just take your word for it?"
"Hey, I mean then you'll have the benefit of not asking yourself "what if"." His grin was not leaving his face. He was so attractive and he knew it.
"Convincing."
"Your choice, [name]. I'm putting the ball in your court." He stretched his long arms and his shirt lifted to reveal a glimpse of toned abs.
"I'm not sure if that was deliberate, but it was enough to make me say yes." You were no longer going to hide how you felt. Things felt like they were very straight forward and mature and it just felt right for you to speak so freely to him.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I guess that doesn't really matter since you said yes." You couldn't stop the grin that was forming on your face. He was just too charming for words.
"Hm, yeah I guess it doesn't."
"You know [name], you're not cute." He began and your smile didn't falter knowing that he was only trying to edge you with his words. "You're extremely gorgeous."
And even though you knew that he was going to say something flattering, it still made you giggle nervously and hide your face in embarrassment.
"You're infuriating." You muttered.
"Well, you don't look infuriated to me. You look quite shy and cute." He flirted with all of his attention fully on you.
"I thought I was 'extremely gorgeous'." You retorted earning a pleasantly surprised expression which caused you to giggle.
"Wow, I'm totally loving this confidence it's--"
"Flamboyant?"
He stopped to look at you and then threw his head back laughing. "I was going to say hot, but flamboyant works too."
"Well," You ran your hands through your face and held them at your cheeks. "I'm glad you think so."
He sat there swaying his chair back and forth as he looked at you as if he was pondering something.
"So, when can I see you?"
"You're seeing me right now aren't you?"
He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Like actually see you."
"Hm, well that depends on when you're free."
"I'll be free any day for you."
"Sounding a little desperate now, aren't we?" You teased with a winning grin.
"Not desperate. I just know what I want and that's you, so I don't want to waste time behind a screen. I wanna really know you, [name]." His tone and expression was sincere. You exhaled as you fiddled with your fingers.
"I'm free tomorrow after 4. Does that work for you?"
His smiled widened and he nodded. "Yes, that's perfect. I've got class an exam at 9AM so I need to go to sleep now so I don't sleep through my alarm, but I'll text you in the morning. Sound good?"
"Sounds good, Tengen." You shyly smiled at him before averting your gaze.
"Alright, I'll see you soon, gorgeous. Good night." His eyes were starting to droop and you felt a little pang of guilt for teasing him for so long.
You sucked in your bottom lip. "Good night."
He sleepily smiled before hanging up and you sighed before settled into your bed. What on earth just happened? Did you just make a date with a complete and total stranger? Yes, yes you did, but before you could even process any of that your phone buzzed against your chest. You pressed the power button to look at the number in confusion, but smiled as you realized who it was.
"I almost didn't answer, but I am glad I did. Good night, [name]. "
As if you couldn't smile any bigger. He really knew exactly what to say to make you feel like you were floating. Never were you so glad to have dialed the wrong number.
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taechaos · 3 years
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Little Secret
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pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader
synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.
warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon
word count: 2.4k
a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍
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It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.
So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 
But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 
But you're not exactly doing anything about it.
"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 
You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."
"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."
"I-I ruined it!"
"The washing machine—"
"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"
Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.
Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.
"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 
"Feel it."
He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."
You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."
"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 
Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."
He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 
At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.
"You can't take them off?"
"Mm-mm," you shake your head.
He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.
"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 
He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.
"Please!"
As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.
"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.
After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.
He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.
But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 
"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.
He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."
"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.
"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."
He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."
Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.
"Hm? You're not dirty?"
"I'm not dirty there."
"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?
"Down," you vaguely murmur.
He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"
You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 
“You want me to stop?”
“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”
“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”
“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.
He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”
With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.
Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.
Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.
You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 
"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.
"Are you close, love?"
You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 
You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 
"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.
He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 
When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"
"Bed."
"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.
Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 
He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."
All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.
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renaisaibaam · 3 years
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interview
zhongli / female reader smut fic
degrading, dirty talking
idk how to tag lol
vvvv vulgar i am ashamed
"fuck, zhongli—" you moaned pathetically as you felt his cock slide into you in a slow, gentle pace that absolutely drived you insane, your breath shallow yet heavy, with your back pressed against the cold, wooden surface of your shared apartment's dining table. your boyfriend had just come home from a job hunt, and was expecting a call from one of the places he had visited, so to pass some time, he had decided to have his dinner almost immediately upon his arrival, his dinner being you, in the table instead of the bedroom, and with how im using this analogy to describe him just eating you out for his meal, its rather appropriate to have it in the dining room in this context.
his hands were underneath your thighs that were dripping with hot sweat, keeping them hoisted up as his hips moved slowly and steadily, whines leaving your lips from the fucking tease he was being. a scowl crosses his face, and he bends down to sink his teeth on the soft flesh of the underside of your thigh, not caring when you let out a pained yelp. he knew you liked the pain, anyways.
"arent you being a greedy little slut right now? do you want me to ruin you that bad?" he pulls out of your dripping cunt until only the tip of his cock is in, and without any warning, slams it back in until he's ball deep inside you, your back arching when you feel his cock hit the deepest parts of you. your hands move up to claw on his toned, almost rock hard arms, leaving red marks in your wake as tears filled the corner of your eyes from the pleasure of the sudden movement that he kept repeating without giving you time to even catch your own breath.
"didn't i teach you how to fucking wait? just how deprived are you from cock, when you've just had it last night?" he growls into your skin before rutting into your cunt in a rough pace, the unanticipated action making you scream his name in ecstacy. you were already in cloud nine by this point- zhongli filled you up so good; so well to where you wouldnt even think of anything else but him and his cock. he messed you up in the best ways possible, and you knew you could never go back once you had a taste of him.
you could hear the belt around his pants clinking to the pace of his thrusts inside you, and the cold metal slamming against the back of your thigh added to the many sensations you were feeling, considering he didnt even bother taking off his own clothes except for his coat and blazer while he stripped you off of everything, with the exception of his favorite sweater that you had worn, seeing how much of his scent lingered in the cozy, soft fabric of it. he loved seeing you in his clothes, but the hem of the sweater, however, was already up to your neck to expose your chest that had been bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. the cold air made your nipples hard, but you barely cared.
he bends down, cups your right breast with one hand, and swirls his tongue flat around your hardened bud, his other hand keeping your legs up in place. your hands that were adorned with sweater paws reached up to stroke his hair, and he looked up with a smile, moving towards you to lock your lips together in a heated kiss that held an overflowing amount of passion for each other. well, it was like that until a sudden ring of someone's phone interrupted your kiss with zhongli.
he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you and him, and he grabs the ringing phone from his pocket, checking the number and immediately answering it, not pulling away from you as he spoke.
"hello?" he asks with his usual deep and calming voice, as if he hadn't been fucking you into oblivion just a few seconds ago. he puts the phone on loud speaker, and listens to the caller's voice closely.
"hi! this is from the wangsheng funeral parlor. do you mind if we conduct the interview over the phone so you dont have to come over? we're pretty busy at the moment with the influx of interviews." what a cockblock, you thought. just as you were about to pull away, zhongli stands up straight and grabs your hips with one hand, keeping you in place as he turned off the loud speaker and held the phone to his ear, speaking in the most professional voice that shook your core when it reached your ears.
"sure, i dont mind. lets proceed immediately."
you looked up at him with a face expecting him to release you, as he was slowly pulling away until he was out, but you let out a loud yelp when he suddenly slams back in to stuff you full of his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts still steady and deep despite the talking he was doing over the phone.
you couldnt believe it. zhongli was fucking you in the dining table as he had his motherfucking job interview. what would happen if this shit went wrong? you clawed at his arms to grab his attention and make him stop, but he just stared down at you, and was silent for what felt like eternity, before he gave a hard slap to the side of your exposed thigh, his thrusts only getting faster each time you resisted.
you were trying your best not to let out any sounds, but the way his cock was hitting on the spots that made you feel the best was sending you to euphoria. he made you feel so good almost without effort, and this situation in general just turned you on. what if the person on the phone could hear the sounds you made? what if they could hear just how much sounds your cunt was making from how much it had been dripping for him, and only him?
you could have sworn you had came twice or even more, and yet his interview hasnt ended despite you already meeting your release multiple times. and even when you did, he didnt stop for one bit. he had no plans to, anyways. as he spoke about what might be best for the company as an answer to the question, he leans down to mark the skin around your collarbone with a bite, sucking it as if he were to excrete something sweet if he did it hard enough.
you feel something different yet familiar bubbling up your abdomen, and you knew you were about to reach your orgasm again, and since you couldnt take any more of it, you mouth to zhongli to stop, or at least slow down, desperation in your expression. his bright eyes, which seemed to darken, stared down on you as still fucking spoke with annoyance dripping in his voice as he answers, "i think we can negotiate my salary based on my skills and the value i bring to the company."
this was enough to tell you that the interviewer asked a stupid question, and that he was pissed about it, yet remained cool headed despite it. and to take the frustration out, he places the phone between his ear and shoulder, grabs your legs and hoists you up even higher than what you were usually used to, and plunges his cock even deeper into you to the point where you can see his tip poking out from your stomach, the new and foreign feeling making you clench around his cock to which he lets out a low, and deep grunt at.
with only a look towards you as your single warning, he slams down into your tight cunt, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins in a rush that leaves you feeling lightheaded. you cover your mouth with your hands and scream through the fabric of his sweater, feeling yourself reach your high and release for who knows how many times you did ever since the damned call, your hands shaking from the immense sensation and pleasure zhongli had brought you tonight.
all that had happened, and yet he didnt even fucking stop.
you were an overstimulated mess, and as a last resort, you whine loudly to try and grab his attention for who knows how many times, wanting this to be over already. you couldnt stand holding back your voice, and you knew itd do more harm if they had heard you. but zhongli wasnt having any of it.
he places you back down on the table with him still inside you, grabs his phone with his left hand to hold it up to his ear, and uses his right hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing the sides in a way he knows you love so much. you gasp when you feel his huge, rough hand around you, and as if that wasnt enough, his hips slam back into you, driving you into a quiet, drooling mess. your eyes rolled back, and amidst the silence, your body shook violently to try and get him off of you, your hole unable to handle any more of the overstimulation he drove you into.
you feel your mind going blank and hazy from the emotions and feelings you had been experiencing. the fear of being caught, the excitement of trying not to get caught, the pleasure of his cock filling you up to the brim, the overstimulation and high of your recent orgasm, and the lack of oxygen is throwing you into an overwhelmed state, and yet here you were, living for it.
your hips shake, and you squirt into his cock, feeling your own release dripping down your legs as you made a mess on the floor and on zhongli's skin. you feel your legs give in and drop to his sides, looking up at him as he continued speaking as if you werent even there. but even if he was acting that way, his lust filled eyes stared at you hungrily, his tongue swiping his lips in a manner that you'd think was purposely trying to rile you up.
"okay, i understand. i'll come in tomorrow, so please take care of me." and with that, he ends the call, and growls lowly, placing the phone beside you. he lifts up your legs, and leans in until your face is just centimeters away from you, a low growl emitting fron him as he spoke.
"just how much did you cum in under 20 minutes? did you enjoy it knowing we could get caught?" his hips rocks itself into you deeply, and stays in that position, your hips shaking. you could feel him fill you up to where your abdomen felt full of him and only him, and you looked up at him, whining at his words.
"fucking whore. you even made a mess on me. did it feel that good, doll?" he opens his mouth and crashes his lips on to yours, quickly moving down to bite the skin around the side of your throat where his hands once were, leaving marks on both sides. he moves up to whisper on your ear, his voice making you tremble as you felt his hot breath whispering such dirty words that you knew he was going to fulfill. guess you were staying at home tomorrow.
"ill make sure you cum all over my cock more tonight, so be a good girl and take me in well. are we clear?"
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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll
( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)
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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”
She ran up to you and hugged you.
“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.
“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.
She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”
“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.
“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”
A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.
“Fine, ” he said.
Toga squealed and hugged him.
“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”
She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”
“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.
“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.
“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.
Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.
“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”
You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”
“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.
Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.
“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”
“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”
Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”
“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”
He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.
You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.
With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.
“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.
“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.
“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.
He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.
“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.
He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.
“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.
“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.
“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.
You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.
“Fuck, ” he whispered.
He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.
“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.
“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.
“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”
“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.
“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”
The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.
He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.
“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.
“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.
You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”
“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”
You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.
“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.
“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.
You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.
“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”
“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.
“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”
“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”
“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”
He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
He grabbed your hands and pulled away.
“No, ” he whispered.
You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”
“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.
“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”
Your eyes widened, “what?”
“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”
“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”
He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”
“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”
He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.
“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.
You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.
“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.
Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.
He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.
“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.
“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.
You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.
“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.
This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.
“Good boy, ” you whispered.
He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”
You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.
“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.
“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”
He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.
“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”
He nodded.
You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”
He nodded frantically.
“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.
He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”
You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.
His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.
“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”
“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”
He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.
“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”
He nodded.
“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.
He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.
“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.
He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.
“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.
“Feels good, ” he whispered.
You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.
“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.
He cried out whimpering.
“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”
“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.
“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”
“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”
He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.
“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.
He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.
“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.
You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.
“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.
You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”
He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.
Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.
“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.
You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.
He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.
“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”
He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.
“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.
His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.
“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”
He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”
“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”
He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.
“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.
He nodded, trying to compose himself.
“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.
He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”
You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.
He bit his lip.
“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”
He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”
“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”
His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.
“Thank you, ” he whispered.
You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”
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supercantaloupe · 3 years
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okay yeah actually, i’ll bite. i’ve got some of my own thoughts about the unsleeping city and cultural representation and i’m gonna make a post about them now, i guess. i’ll put it under a cut though because this post is gonna be long.
i wanna start by saying i love dimension 20 and i really really enjoy the unsleeping city. i look forward to watching new episodes every week, and getting hooked on d20 as a whole last summer really helped pull me out of a pandemic depression, and i’m grateful to have this cool show to be excited about and interested in and to have met so many cool people to talk about it with.
that being said, however, i think there is a risk run in representing any group of people/their culture when you have the kind of setting that tuc has. by which i mean, tuc is set in a real world with real people and real human cultures in it. unlike fantasy high or a crown of candy where everything is made up (even if rooted in real-world cultures), tuc is explicitly rooted in reality, and all of its diversity -- both the ups and downs that go with it. and especially set in new york of all places, one of the most densely, diversely populated cities on earth. the cast is 7 people; it’s great that those 7 people come from a variety of backgrounds and identities and all bring their own unique perspectives to the table, and it’s great that those people and the entire crew are generally conscious of themselves and desire to tell stories/represent perspectives ethically. but you simply cannot authentically represent every culture or every perspective in the world (or even just in a city) when your cast is 7 people. it’s an impossible task. this is inherent to the setting, and acknowledged by the cast, and by brennan especially, who has been on record saying how one of the exciting aspects of doing a campaign set in nyc is its diversity, the fact that no two new yorkers have the same perspective of new york. i think that’s a good thing -- but it does have its challenges too, clearly.
i’m not going to go into detail on the question of whether or not tuc’s presentation of asian and asian american culture is appropriative/offensive or not. first of all, i don’t feel like it’s 100% fair to judge the show completely yet, since it’s a prerecorded season and currently airing midseason, so i don’t yet know how things wrap up. secondly, i’m not asian or asian american. i can have my own opinions on that content in the show, but i think it’s worth more to hear actual asian and asian american voices on this specific aspect of the show. having an asian american cast member doesn’t automatically absolve the show of any criticisms with regard to asian american cultural representation/appropriation, whether those criticisms are made by dozens of viewers or only a handful of them. regardless, i don’t think it’s my place as someone who is not asian to speak with any authority on that issue, and i know for a fact that there are asian american viewers sharing their own opinions. their thoughts in this instance hold more water than mine, i think.
what i will comment on in more depth, though, is a personal frustration with tuc. i’m jewish; i’ve never really been shy about that fact on my page here. i’m not from new york, but i visit a few times a year (or i did before covid anyway, lol), and i have some family from nyc. nyc, to me, is a jewish city. and for good reason, since it’s home to one of the largest jewish populations of the country, and even the world, and aspects of jewish culture (including culinary, like bagels and pastrami, and linguistic, like the common use of yiddish words and phrases in english colloquial speech) are prevalent and celebrated among jews and goyim alike. when i think of nyc, i think of a jewish city; that’s not everybody’s new york, but that’s my new york, and thats plenty of other people’s new york too. so i do find myself slightly disappointed or frustrated in tuc for its, in my opinion, rather stark lack of jewish representation.
now, i’m not saying that one of the PCs should have been jewish, full stop. i love to headcanon iga as jewish even though canon does not support that interpretation, and i’m fine with that. she’s not my character. it’s possible that simply no one thought of playing a jewish character, i dunno. but also, and i can’t be sure about this, i’m willing to bet that none of the players really wanted to play a jewish character because they didn’t want to play a character of a marginalized culture they dont belong to in the interest of avoiding stereotyping or offensive representation/cultural appropriation. (i don’t know if any of the cast members are jewish, but i’m assuming not.) and the concern there is certainly appreciated; there’s not a ton of mainstream jewish rep out there, and often what we get is either “unlikeable overly conservative hassidic jew” or “jokes about their bar mitzvah/one-off joke about hanukkah and then their jewishness is never mentioned ever again,” which sucks. it would be really cool to see some more good casual jewish rep in a well-rounded, three-dimensional character in the main cast of a show! even if there are a couple of stumbles along the way -- nobody is perfect and no two jews have the same level of knowledge, dedication, and adherence to their culture.
but at the same time, i look at characters like iga and i really do long for a jewish character to be there. siobhan isn’t polish, yet she’s playing a characters whose identity as a polish immigrant to new york is very central to her story and arc. and part of me wonders why we can’t have the same for a jewish character. if not a PC, then why not an NPC? again, i’m jewish, and i am not native, but in my opinion i think the inclusion of jj is wonderful -- i think there are even fewer native main characters in mainstream media than there are jewish ones, and it’s great to see a native character who is both in touch with their culture as well as not being defined solely by their native-ness. to what extent does it count as ‘appropriative’ because brennan is a white dude? i dunno, but i’m like 99% sure they talked to sensitivity consultants to make sure the representation was as ethical as they could get it, and anyway, i can’t personally see and glaring missteps so far. but again, i’m not native, and if there are native viewers with their own opinions on jj, i’d be really interested in hearing them.
but getting back to the relative lack of jewish representation. it just...disappoints me that jewishness in new york is hardly ever even really mentioned? again, i know we’re only just over halfway through season 2, but also, we had a whole first season too. and it’s definitely not all bad. for example: willy! gd, i love willy so much. him being a golem of williamsburg makes me really really happy -- a jewish mythological creature animated from clay/mud (in this case bricks) to protect a jewish community (like that of williamsburg, a center for many of nyc’s jews) from threat. golem have so often been taken out of their original context and turned into evil monsters in fantasy settings, especially including dnd. (even within other seasons of d20! crush in fh being referred to as a “pavement golem” always rubbed me the wrong way, and i had hoped they’d learned better after tuc but in acoc they refer to another monster as a “corn golem” which just disappointed me all over again.) so the fact that tuc gets golems right makes my jewish heart very happy.
and yet...he doesn’t show up that much? sure, in s1, he’s very helpful when he does, but in s2 so far he shows up once and really does not say or do much of anything. he speaks with a lot more yiddish-influenced language than other characters, but if you didn’t know those words were specifically yiddish/jewish, you might not be able to otherwise clock the fact that willy is jewish. and while willy is a jewish mythological creature who is jewish in canon, he isn’t human. there are no other direct references to judaism, jewish characters, or jewish culture in the unsleeping city beyond him.
there are, in fact, two other canon jewish characters in tuc. but...here’s where i feel the most frustration, i think. the two canon jewish humans in tuc are stephen sondheim and robert moses. both of whom are real actual people, so it’s not like we can just pick and choose what their cultural backgrounds are. as much as i love stephen sondheim, i think there are inherent issues with including real world people as characters in a fictional setting, especially if they are from living/recent memory (sondheim is literally still alive), but anyway, sondheim and moses are both actual jewish people. from watching tuc alone you probably would not be able to guess that sondheim is jewish -- nothing from his character except name suggests it, and i wouldn’t even fault you for not thinking ‘sondheim’ is a jewish-sounding surname (and i dislike the idea/attitude/belief that you can tell who is or isn’t jewish by the sound of their name). and yeah, i’m not going to sit here and be like “brennan should have made sondheim more visibly jewish in canon!” because, like, he’s a real human being and it’s fucking weird to portray him in a way that isn’t as close to how he publicly presents himself, which is not in fact very identifiably jewish? i don’t know, this is what i mean by it’s inherently weird and arguably problematic to portray real living people as characters in a fictional setting, but i digress. sondheim’s jewish, even if you wouldn’t know it; not exactly a representation win.
and then there’s bob moses. you might be able to guess that he’s jewish from canon, actually. there’s the name, of course. but more insidious to me are the specifics of his villainy. greedy and powerhungry, a moneyman, a lich whose power is stored in a phylactery...it does kind of all add up to a Yikes from me. (in the stock market fight there’s a one-off line asking if he has green skin; it’s never really directly acknowledged or answered, but it made me really uncomfortable to hear at first and it’s stuck with me since viewing for the first time.) the issue for me here is that the most obviously jewish human character is the season’s bbeg, and his villainy is rooted in very antisemitic tropes and stereotypes.
i know this isn’t all brennan’s fault -- robert moses was a real ass person and he was in fact jewish, a powerhungry and greedy moneyman, a big giant racist asshole, etc. i’m not saying that jewish characters can’t be evil, and i’m not saying brennan should have tried to be like “this is my NPC robert christian he’s just like bob moses but instead he’s a goy so it’s okay” because...that would be fuckin weird bro. and bob moses was a real person who was jewish and really did do some heinous shit with his municipal power. i’m not necessarily saying brennan should have picked/created a different character to be the villain. i’m not even saying that he shouldn’t have made bob moses a lich (although, again, it doesn’t 100% sit right with me). but my point here is that bob moses is one of a grand total of three canon jewish characters in tuc, of which only two humans, of whom he is the one you’d most easily guess would be jewish and is the most influenced by antisemitic stereotypes/tropes. had there been more jewish representation in the show at all, even just some neutral jewish NPCs, this would not be as much of a problem as it is to me. but halfway through season 2, so far, this is literally all we get. and that bums me out.
listen, i really like tuc. i love d20. but the fact that it is set in a real world place with real world people does inherently raise challenges when it comes to ethical cultural representation. especially when the medium of the show is a game whose creatures, lore, and mechanics have been historically rooted in some questionable racial/cultural views. and dnd is making progress to correct some of those misguided views of older sourcebooks by updating them to more equitably reflect real world racial/cultural sensitivities; that’s a good thing! but these seasons, of course, were recorded before that. the game itself has some questionable cultural stuff baked into it, and that is (almost necessarily) going to be brought to the table in a campaign set in a real-world place filled with real-world people of diverse real-world cultures. the cast can have sensitivity consultants and empathy and the best intentions in the world, and they’ll still fuck up from time to time, that’s okay. your mileage may vary on whether or not it’s still worth sticking around with the show (or the fandom) through that. for me, it does not yet outweigh all the things i like about the show, and i’m gonna continue watching it. but it’s still very worth acknowledging that the cast is 7 people who cannot possibly hope to authentically or gracefully represent every culture in nyc. it’s an unfortunate limitation of the medium. yet it’s also still worthwhile to acknowledge and discuss the cultural representation as it is in the show -- both the goods and the bads, the ethically solid and the questionably appropriative -- and even to hold the creators accountable. (decently, though. i’m definitely not advocating anybody cyberbully brennan on twitter or whatever.) the show and its representation is far from perfect, but i also don’t think it ever could be. still, though, it could always be better, and there’s a worthwhile discussion to be had in the wheres, hows, and whys of that.
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You are literally the only person who has written Sofia Russo correctly. The fandom is full of sheep who buy into exactly what the writers for The Nanny Affair are doing to Robin and Sofia. I can't even play book 2 of The Nanny Affair.
Hey, anon! Thank you so much for your comments and compliment! Gosh, I'd love to do a series just on Sofia and/or Robin... 🖤
I have 2 thoughts...
1. When someone has a hard shell or they're seen as mean/evil, I can't help but think, "What hurt you?" Very generally speaking, I believe monsters are made. They were hurt, and developed negative coping skills. This doesn't excuse their actions, but they are far more complicated than good v. evil.
When it comes to Sofia, we actually witness what has made her so hard in TNA. For one, she has a misogynistic father and an MIA mother. She was also born and raised in a rich/famous lifestyle. So, right off the bat, without appropriate coping skills, her life is about seeking the approval of others, all about perfection, all about being the best... and yet, with that father, she will never be those things.
This woman wants approval so badly that it forces her hand into a loveless engagement with a childhood friend. How awkward must that have been? Shoot, Sofia might've been friends with Addison (in my HC, she was). And Sam and Sofia both tried to make it work (no one can convince me otherwise), and for Sofia, she may have felt some happiness because a man in her life actually saw her potential, that she actually had some worth. But then, what happens? He cheats on her. With the young nanny. And then on the biggest day of her life that she has dreamed of since she was a little girl, he left her at the altar.
I'm not excusing her actions, but if Sofia wants to screw Sam's illegitimate brother (and supposed "best friend" even though Sam is a TERRIBLE jerk of a friend to Robin) to fix what he broke, then go ahead. Call her a cheater.
If Sofia wants to assign menial tasks to MC to keep her enemies closer (which, btw, Sam approved of these tasks), then go ahead. Call her a bitch. MC is hooking up with Sam, knowing full well his status (she's known since the beginning and yet continued to flirt with him even before she met Sofia).
Now, of course, Sofia is far from perfect. But so is Sam. So is MC.
2. I think you're right. PB is fantastic at manipulating the general public on how to feel about characters, and they do that so that the story makes sense. Imagine the outrage if this story was about having an affair, but Sofia was sweet, likeable and in love with Sam... and Sam was average and not a billionaire... ha!
I'm part of online TNA board and it has SHOCKED me with how many people actually believe it is okay to have an affair because they aren't married yet (technically still single). Some people believe Sofia deserved to be cheated on. Unless there are personal setup parameters (which Sofia tried doing 2 days before the wedding lol), in what world is this normal?
But going back to the manipulation, I have played the first book more times than I'm willing to admit. Lol several times, I have told myself, "Focus on Robin. Why do people hate him so much?" IT'S BECAUSE SAM IS SUCH A DICK TO HIM! PB used the good-looking, rich LI to define Robin and because Sam says so, people discredit Robin. Robin is such a funny, precious bean, and quite frankly, we see him working more than Sam. Lol
And then to nail the coffin shut, they have him screwing Sofia (shocker) and his rationale was because he was... angry that Sam gets everything handed to him? Angry that the Dalton's didn't legally adopt him? Wait... what?
I hope you don't mind this spoiler, but in book 2, Sam is super angry with Robin (we really don't know why). PB has a scene where MC and Sam gang up on a childish Robin in the boardroom and they all act so stupid to each other. Well, in this last chapter, we see a glimpse of the old Robin again: MC and Sam are dicks to Robin again, and Robin becomes quite broken-hearted because he wants to be family again... but he'd settle with just being allies. And they dont even have that. 😭💔
Anyway, thanks anon for your comments! I'm sorry that PB ruined these characters to the point you can't even get into book 2. I hate to say it, but you aren't missing too much... but... Sofia is back, and I am here for it. 🤣
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flyingcookierambles · 3 years
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sadness over a3! eng i guess
oof just on my 700th day.....
kinda sad because of the announcement about A3! ENG server shutting down soon due to financial difficulties at LIBER/CYBIRD in the past two years (covid-19 related, etc.). according to a rather in depth reddit comment that had links to LIBER's publicly available financial reports + some financial reports from LIBER's parent company, Aeria, in english, covid-19 really hit LIBER hard since they had to cancel many money making events, from pop-up shops for the typical anime merch trinkets (keychains, plushes, pins, etc.) to the huge in-person events (voice actor meetups, the stage plays of MANKAI LIVE, etc.). due to shrinking player base on the ENG server + major loss of profits on both JPN and ENG servers, LIBER had to choose one or the other and they chose the JPN one, which i totally understand since it's way bigger there and the JPN fanbase will continue to give the franchise money more often. also, another person found a financial report/estimate from the google play store or something, and A3! ENG only made ~$20K to ~$10K in the past few months, which i guess is not enough to keep a server and localization company afloat. 
i got pretty attached to the characters and it was a great game to help get by during college. and honestly, while i am very sad about this, again, i understand why LIBER did this, looking at their financial report from 2020. I would LIBER save the entire franchise rather than shut all the servers down, making us all unable to see our favorite actors ever again, even if it means that we ENG fans will have to go thru the extra steps of finding/reading fan translations, wikis, etc., to read any further stories from where A3! ENG left off. still, A3! ENG's localization was something special. i'm saying this as a TKRB JPN player who read the wiki for all the character voice lines and then had to see the official TKRB ENG localization make Yamabushi Kunihiro a rapper for some reason? lol. it was....weird.... meanwhile, all the memes and slang in A3! ENG didn't seem out of place and all fit their personalities because 3/4 of the troupes were all high school to college age and 3 of them were ~Gamers~. Out of all the gachas i've played, i feel like the only other F2P gacha game that had this incredibly smooth, all cultural jokes/puns translated in a way that still makes sense/fits the character/doesn't require a galaxy brain and some TL note to understand, is probably dragalia lost and that's only because it has frickin Nintendo localizing/publishing it globally for CyGames. Nintendo. i'll eventually read the fan translations of A3!'s Act 3 on the wiki, but it won't be the same without Kazunari's super high-energy influencer slang of "'whoa fam! that's totes 'blammable, gotta take a pic!" or Itaru's gremlin Gamer speak of "lol get rekt noobs" or Tsuzuru's tired dying breath of "that ain't it chief." the appropriate slang and relatable meme speak of the localization really helped humanize these characters as people of their respective ages, rather than just a typical formal speak or some directly translated JPN slang -> ENG that turns out super awkward that can be found in bad localizations.
going back to the reddit comment too, the death of A3! ENG servers could have bad repercussions in the future for other joseimuke games. josei, if you for some reason have been in the anime fandom but still don't know this term, is basically the genre of stories/video games/media/etc aimed at women. it's the mature adult counterpart to seinen, media aimed at adult men. basically shoujo/shonen = elementary/middle school/high school aimed while josei/seinen = high school/college/adult aimed if that helps. Joseimuke is a part of josei that is not specifically romance. while some josei/joseimuke can overlap with otome, aka female aimed dating sims/romance media, they have many things about them that make these all separate genres. one of the official A3! ENG translators and a known fan translator of another joseimuke gacha, Mahou Yaku/Wizard’s Promise, minami, goes more in depth with this in a twitter thread. 
A3! was an actor raising game, and a big part of it was found family and relationships that were platonic. yet it got advertised as an otome, which has more connotations with dating sims and brings to mind other shoujo/otome games and anime where the cast is all high schoolers and the setting is most often in a high school. but, other than some characters making flirty jokes or implied to have crushes on Izumi/player character, many character relationships with Izumi are platonic and not romantic at all. Spring Troupe in the game also jokingly calls themself a family. the entire Mankai Company is basically found family. plus, since the game actually has time passing in story and the characters age with each year, half of the characters aren’t even in high school anymore. a large majority of them are in college or are graduated by now, with only a few still in high school. i’m not surprised if a reason that some people left the game was due to feeling bored with the slice of life/not romantic story, feeling that they were lied to about it being an otome, which was falsely advertised since it is a game meant for the older teens/adults demographic of josei/joseimuke.
i’m worried that other japanese companies will look at this shut down as a “josei/joseimuke doesn’t work well in the west” and never localize other josei/joseimuke gacha games like Mahou Yaku, EnStars, Twisted Wonderland, Helios, etc.
while i like otome and shoujo, i, as a 23/soon to be 24 year old college graduate and now tax paying adult, want more stories that have more mature themes and characters that are more my age so i don’t have to feel awkward when i’m playing some dating sim and i, a literal 23 year old adult, and trying to woo a 16 year old. it’s...a little awkward to say the least. i would gladly welcome more mature media that is categorized as josei/joseimuke.
sorry if this is all over the place, but overall im just sad that A3! ENG is shutting down. i don’t know if i’ll join the JPN server yet. i’m def going to read the Act 3 story via fan translators on the wiki, but A3! gameplay was...boring lmao. as much as i love A3!, im sure that the constant event grind/burnout and boring rng gameplay turned people off too and i dont blame them. i felt the burnout bad since i participated in basically every event since day 1. it. is. rough. i’m not joining the hellish thunderdome that is the JPN server and im not ranking anymore as a F2P player lmao. literally had to play almost every waking free moment to get into the 30%-20% bracket as a F2P person and i never got to top 20%-10%, much less top 1% lmao. i’m don’t whale enough lol. 
i feel like i should probably just. crack open my genki 2 textbook and uhhh totally legal pdf copy of tobira. so i can just. get the JPN version of games in the first place so i don’t have to worry about getting shafted since overseas fans are often considered expendable. 
i wish that, when any games that are online end, gacha or mmo or anything, anything online, companies will let fans archive things. or like. release a book that is just the story text or something. like. CYBIRD is letting us still technically play the game and have the story and all, but what if they eventually later shut everything down? why not just release a pdf/ebook that’s just the text of the eng localization for some money? i’d buy it. for nostalgia and rereads and all and also archiving purposes. i think i’ll try to help with any english localization archive projects if i can so that the hilarious and incredible localization that was a work of love from the translation team doesn’t just disappear forever.
well.
that’s it for now. as i said, guess i’ll head to the app for one of the last times to read the last unread stories and mini stories i have left, then the wiki for Act 3, and then i guess i’ll crack open genki 2 and bunpo.....
some fun random links for you to think about!
random ffxi article that came to mind (if ffxiv ever shuts down in the next 20 years or whatever i’d be cool to get a statue of my character at the end)
and death of a game playlist by NerdSlayer Studios on Youtube that has me thinking a lot about game preservation and losing MMOs and games
the lost media wiki  and blameitonjorge’s lost media iceberg
other gacha games i’ve played that have shut down that i think about sometimes because the loss of A3! ENG isn’t my first rodeo:
terra battle & terra battle 2 (1)
AFTERL!FE
(related kitsu post link for archive reasons)
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