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moonstruckme · 1 day

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hi! i saw you were requesting more camp counselor!james x reader, and i was thinking maybe james and reader's groups are having a lake day and james is playfully rough housing with reader (like tackling them in the water, reader holding onto his meck while he swims with her, just fun playful manhandling!)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

“Fishies, fishies,” James calls, grinning ear to ear as he lies in wait in the chest-deep water, “come out and play!”

You’re not ashamed of using some of your kids as human shields as you all advance cautiously forward. Having James be the shark in this game was a terrible idea, but he won the last round and you suppose rules and rules. All you and the kids have to do to avoid losing this round is get to the rock about twenty feet from the shore, but you have to get past James first.

He lifts his arms above the water, waggling his fingers menacingly at the kids closest to him. A couple of the boys from his cabin are bold, swimming just within grabbing distance. James waits until a few kids have already made it past him before shouting, “Shark attack!”

Mayhem erupts. You’re kicked by a couple of small feet as the campers around you take off, and you do the same, swimming for the safety zone. You see the kids nearest James go down with splashes and dramatic screams of defeat as he catches them. Then, his gaze narrows on you.

His grin widens when you start swimming faster. He takes a couple of powerful strokes in your direction, but you’re almost past him, you think you can make it if you dive under—big hands latch onto your angles. You’re jerked backward, water going up your nose before you’re pulled flush against a warm chest.

It takes you a second to realize you’re out of the water, but then James’ hand is lifting the wet hair from your face. His body shakes behind yours while you cough and sputter.

“Oops,” he laughs, turning you around and continuing to push pieces of hair away from your eyes as you blow water out of your nose. “Sorry, lovely.” He says it so simply, like plain fact. Your heart stutters.

It takes you another second to be able to speak. James really does look sorry then, ducking to see your face while you catch your breath.

“You alright?” he asks. His hand finds your sun-warmed shoulder, rubbing. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”

“I’m fine,” you say, smiling giddily despite the lake water still streaming down your face. “Sorry, just, water got up my nose.”

“I could tell.” There’s both amusement and sympathy in his smile. “I’d let you get revenge on me sometime, if it would make you feel better.”

You think on this for a moment. “It would, actually,” you say before hooking your ankle behind both of his and giving his shoulders a hard shove.

James’ mouth pops open in surprise as he goes down, and you’re already laughing when he comes back up but it worsens when you see him. His hair has all slicked back, revealing more forehead than you knew he had.

“Minx!” he accuses joyously.

Before you can think to get away, he’s got his arms banded underneath your back and thighs and has pulled you to his chest again.

“Hold your breath,” he warns you graciously. You inhale just before he dunks your head under the water.

You wish you had it in you to be mad, but the way his fingers dig into your thighs is scrambling your brain waves, and James is impossible to be angry with in the first place. When you come back out of the water you’re still laughing, frenetic giggles that have him grinning down at you too.

“Your hair!” you manage, reaching up a hand to attempt to comb some of it back down.

It’s not that James has an unusually large forehead, just that you’ve never seen it, and for some reason the sight worsens your delirium. You don’t even try to get out of his hold, entirely focussed on righting his hair, already curling at the ends despite how waterlogged it is. James’ smile softens.

“Thanks,” he says. You’re so close you can see your reflection in his eyes, the glint of the water behind you flashing in his pupils.

It sobers you, and you stop, pulling your hand back to your chest like you’ve hurt it. James takes the cue to let you go.

“Think twice before you try to water wrestle me again,” he teases, and you do your best to smile in response.

The kids taunt James for only having turned three of you into sharks, having let the rest of the campers get by after he’d caught you. He admits to having gotten distracted.

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 24 hours

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need to know how the ghoul would feel about seeing his lil vaultie reader put on a pair of heels she found🤭 something tells me cooper had a thing for em and forgot all about them til now

See, one of the things I love most about having my ask box open is finding out over and over that y'all really do think just like me. I couldn't agree more: this man absolutely had and has a serious high heel and leg thing.

When you first discover the trunk of old clothes, he would be annoyed at you wanting to waste time playing dress-up, but coming across well-preserved pieces of old world clothing is such a rarity, and this stuff is even in your size! He would get a kick out of watching you try on different pieces of clothing, but when he sees you pull on a pair of pumps, he's hyperfixated in a way that doesn't even really register with him consciously.

Then, when you've had your fill and you're ready to put your clothes and armor back on, he waits for you to strip out of the clothes and then tells you to put the shoes back on, a glint in his eye you recognize well. Big into heels combined with nudity; it drives him nearly feral, pinning you to the floor to run his hands and mouth over every inch of your legs and ass. Feeling his tongue trace over every curve of your shin and calf is ticklish and makes you squeal and giggle, but soon you're begging for him to fuck you.

And boy, get ready to be fucked six ways to Sunday with those heels on. You express concern that you'll scratch or hurt him with the sharp bits and he feverishly tells you to shut up about it, already lifting your legs onto his shoulders. The entire time, he's groping at your legs and ass, feeling down as close to the heels as he can. When everything is said and done, the shoes, at the very least, are coming with you.

And, IN MY EXPERIENCE, men who are really, really into high heels are usually more than a little into feet (you are not allowed to hate me for saying this). The High Heel Incident would really unlock something in him about that, something that he may have been too embarrassed to admit to, or even think much about, before the war. He might find it less odd that he finds your smooth little feet so intriguing now that he is the way he is; I mean, you're so soft everywhere, so different from him. Fixating a bit on that specific part doesn't mean anything, right?

Look forward to him stealing way more little glances at your bare feet in the rare moments you'd feel comfortable enough to take your boots/shoes off, and definitely look forward to him eventually offering to massage them when you complain that they hurt from all the walking. It is not a selfless offer by any means.

Also...I'm just saying...if you wanted to rub your feet on his cock at any time...he wouldn't be mad...

#cooper howard sucks toes pass it on #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #cooper howard headcanons #fallout tv show #fallout prime #submission #this is why the heels stayed on in working girl

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iwantanywayyy · 2 days

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thinking about staying up past my bed time cause i don't have to be up early the next morning and my dad is coming home really late from work like usual. im in the living room laying on my stomach on the floor playing a game. our dog gets up to greet him at the door and dad comes around the corner taking off his shoes and coat.

"What are you doing up, bunny?" he comes over to me and grabs my feet that are kicked back in the air and he shakes them a little smiling down at me.

"im just playing a game ill probably be dead soon," i quickly turn back and smile up at him before returning my focus "could i maybe stay up a little bit longer?"

"Sure bunny" he smacks the soles of me feet and leaves to the kitchen. I keep playing my game and dad comes back out later with a drink and wearing his pajamas. he threw a pair of pajamas on my back "get your pj's on after this game we're gonna watch a movie" I wanted to keep playing but i felt bad saying anything so i listened and got up to go to the bathroom nearby and change. i bring my clothes to the laundry room and see dad's dirty clothes are there too so i decided to start a load. he must have heard me because i hear him clear his throat and turn around to see him leaning against the doorway drink still in hand. "Dad's tired little lady what's taking so long?" he walks closer to me smiling and i giggle telling him im just doing this quickly. he keeps walking closer to me which i didn't think much of until i could smell how strong his drink was. or maybe him...was he that drunk already?

he stops within an inch of me so close i can hear him breathing. his body hovers over mine and i try to keep myself collected but im getting nervous.

"I think you need new pj's bunny" he says leaning a little closer to me. "what?" i giggle again wondering what he means when suddenly i feel cold splash down the front of my shorts and down my leg. i stumble back into the washer letting out a little gasp looking up at my dad he's smiling at me and mumbles out a half assed "sorry." he looks at the cup in his hand and back at me before gulping the rest and tossing the glass. i shiver hearing it shatter against the concrete. i just keep looking down and fiddling with my shorts when my dad comes face to face with me

"Let me get that for you doll." he pressed his hand firmly against my stomach pinning me against the machine. i try to wiggle away confused and annoyed when my dad gets down and drags his tongue from my knee where his drink was dripping all the way up my thigh and over my shorts

"Dad what the fuck!" i put my hands on his head and push him away while he chuckles and lets me go. i hit my arm against his chest when he stands back so he knows im frustrated and his smile fades as i stand there pouting at him squeezing my legs together and hugging my arms against my chest. he softly smiles at me and offers a genuine apology and pats my back leading me out of the laundry room. he brings me to the couch and stands in front of it telling me not to move. when he comes back he has a new pair of pj's and my favorite stuffed bear. i smile immediately and reach my arms out to grab everything. i started to leave for the bathroom but dad tsk's at me making me turn around. he points his finger to where he told me to stand still and i walk back to wait. he sits on the couch in front of me for a while just looking at me in silence. he rubs his chin with is hand and leans back into the couch spreading his legs making me look down at my feet.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks me. i look back up at him confused and look back at the bathroom and down to my clothes.

He chuckles, "no sweetheart right here. start with the top"

I look back at him with wide eyes unsure if my father actually just told me to strip in front of him or not. He sits there waiting as my mouth starts to open but i can't think of anything to say.

"Do you need daddy to help?" He stands up and comes to me tucking my hair behind my ear and resting his hand on my shoulder. i was so confused and felt so vulnerable he was so big and so sweet but so mean i don't know he was confusing me i couldn't think at all. i realize his fingers are pinching my top's strap and they slowly start to pull it down while he stares at my face, his other hand gripping my other shoulder tightly holding me in place. "Awww little baby what's wrong? Can't think for daddy?" i cant help but whine and i feel my eyes tear up as he talks to me like this. "Up, up!" he taps my elbows and grabs my hands holding them above my head trying to lift my shift off. this snaps me back to it. i pull my arms down and step back from him and turn around telling him to stop this is weird. he quickly rushes behind me and pulls me back forcibly holding me against him. "Dad, stop!" I protest with him as my feet kick around and his big hands grab me all over trying to hold me against him. "Shhhhhh" he reaches one hand up to my throat and grips it. i freeze and don't say anything more while my dad's hand squeezes my throat and his other is wrapped around my waist gripping my hip.

"Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Please?" he lets go of my neck and i breathe in deep before he covers my mouth with that hand making it hard to breathe once again.

"I don't want to hurt you but i need this right now please be good for me" my heart starts beating faster as my dad tugs at my shorts with one hand. im getting so hot i feel like i could pass out i try begging against my father's hand as he pushed my shorts to my knees and grumbles against me smelling my hair and reaching that hand up to my tits groping me through my shirt. he teases my nipple with his finger making me whine and try to turn away. he pinches my nipple hard through my shirt making me scream against his hand before he roughly grabs at my tits breathing heavier against my ear grabbing me so hard i feel his finger prints will bruise me.

"I made such a sexy little girl. Nice fucking tits sweetie" he uncovers my mouth a little and pushes my chin up so he can put his mouth against my neck. he starts sucking on my skin and i feel his teeth grazing into me and his tongue flicking my neck. im crying and gasping from how he's holding me. his hand smacks my tits a couple of times before it reaches down and he lightly traces a finger over my glistening pussy lips.

"oh fuuck" he leans against my neck loosening his grip on me and lets out a deep sigh before placing his finger a little deeper between my pussy lips and sliding up. i go completely weak in my father's arms while he switches from digging his finger between my lips and sucking the juices off of it himself. he sounded like an animal in my ear lapping up every drop until eventually he reached down and touched me bringing his finger to my face and started rubbing my juices over my lips. i kept my mouth shut and whined against trying to turn away but he bit my neck again making my mouth open to cry out and then he shoved two fingers inside and pushed them back against my tongue making me gag and my eyes swell.

"Gooooood girl!!" he praises me as his fingers curl and rub around inside my mouth. he does this for a minute until drool and spit starts pooling in the back of my throat and im gurgling choking for air and he drags some spit out mumbling "fuck" as my head tilts down and i cough and try to catch my breath. my dad is holding my arms behind my back with one hand and im leaned forward gasping wanting to get away. i hear this sloshing wet sound behind me and once i can breathe again i look back and my eyes go wide and immediately start sobbing. different variations of "please, stop, dont" leave my mouth as my dad holds me tightly and i have to watch him jerking his fat cock off with my spit. he lines the head of his dick up with my pussy and i cry out please again hoping he will listen to me. he turns us both toward the couch and all he says is

"Walk" as he pushes me forward making me go because i don't want it to push inside of me. he leads me to the couch like this and bends me over. he places my hands against the wall and tells me to stay still. im still crying begging him saying please daddy over and over. his hands rub the sides of my body and then over to my tits again. he pops them out the sides of my top making me so exposed and he jiggles them watching them bounce. i stop crying as much and feel my face burning red when my dad kisses the back of my head and then wraps his arm around neck and plunges his cock all the way inside me. he sits there for a minute after he let out a sound ive never heard before. he switched between whimpering and grunting while i could feel his cock twitching inside of me. i stopped crying i couldn't do anything but sit there and let my dad use me and be good like he asked. my dad took his hands and placed them over mine holding himself over me like that for what felt like forever. im sure he could feel me trembling beneath him as he nuzzled into my neck "I'm sorry" he apologized again and then took his right hand and placed it between my legs. he pulled his cock almost all the way out before placing his finger on my clit and rubbing while he sunk his cock back inside me. i moaned out at how much he was stretching me out if felt like i was burning. he slowly kept thrusting into me while rubbing my clit and groaning into my neck. my breathing changed and my body started to feel tingly everywhere and i couldn't help but moan and wriggle while my dad rhythmically forced himself inside of me. his groans of pleasure made me feel so special i started to get so fuzzy and just want to make my dad feel good and happy. He started groaning louder and more often and he stopped rubbing my clit grabbing my hips with both hands. he relentlessly pounded into me while my mouth hung open and drool slipped off my tongue.

"Beg me to cum inside of you"

his words brought me back and i started to remember how i didn't want any of this... did i? my body was shamelessly wet for him why?!

"Say 'cum in my pussy dad' be a good girl ughhh"

"Dad!" i cry out shocked at what he's telling me panting from how roughly he's still fucking me. his cock is so hard inside of me it hurts from how deep he's hitting maybe i should just beg so this will stop!

"Hurry up bunny, fucking beg me please!"

i felt my little pussy clenching around my dad's cock and my mind went dumb again and all i wanted was to make him happy

"P-please cum in my pussy dad! im sorry ill be good daddy please cu-" i tried to beg him again but my body started convulsing and every thought left my head while my dad raped me and made me cum on his cock too stupid to understand what's happening.

"Thaaaat's right, fuck that's my tight little daughter!" my dad fucked me through my orgasm making me shake and still somehow he kept forcing his cock deep inside of me until he told me he was sorry he's been waiting so long to do this

"Here's it comes baby, oh fuck, oh fuck im gonna cum!" he grips my hips so tightly as his balls are pressed against me unloading rope after rope of sperm through his cock into my tight hot little pussy. His head is thrown back as he relishes the feeling of breeding his daughter for the first time. he's masturbated to the thought of this for years and now finally he's balls deep inside of her tiny cunt and he'll never have enough of her.

#k!nk #cnc k!nk #r@pe fantasy #d@d #r@pe kink #daddy k!nk #r@pe me #r@petoy #breeding k1nk #r4p3 kink #r4p3 m3 #r4p3 fantasy #rough cnc #1cky thoughts #1cky daddy #tw r4p3 #cnc story

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mac33cheese · 1 month

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Love the head canon that kuboyasu would call saiki "baby doll"

Saiki would get kinda flustered and act like it's cringy but secretly really love it, and aren would be aware that saiki actually likes it and so when saiki gets really overwhelmed and in need comforting aren hold his hand and cup his face and call him "baby doll" while comforting him

Anyways this song is extremely aren coded

#giggling and kicking my feet thinking about them #this song is so extremely aren coded #i cant unsee it #kubosai #mac n cheese approaches with a headcanon #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki k #saiki hcs #Spotify

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emily-e-draws · 6 months

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I love my, my, mine 💛

#giggling kicking my feet thinking about THEIR house in hateno #loz #zelink #botw #totk #I wanna do another lil animatic thing for them..#what are yalls favorite zelink songs??

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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Something about Sanji crushing on Usopp pretty early in the story and only getting his goggles back in Alabasta because he is 19. And an idiot. And he is crushing hard. And he thinks that if he gets Usopp his goggles back the pretty boy will pay attention to him because they are silly pookie teenagers and he wants his crush to look at him.

#i just really like them pre-ts bc #they are silly teenagers #they know nothing !!!!! about love yet !!!!!!!#and sanji is just blushing giggling kicking his feet #'hahahahaha i got you back your goggles no big deal hahaha that's just what i do hahaha'#and he is internally thinking (pleasepleasepleaseplease look at me please)#put this on my hanahaki fic and i needed to make it a post #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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melit0n · 3 months

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Hands down, Give is one of Sleep Token's yearn-iest songs. Ever. It's not on par with TLYW, Jaws etc. (because that's a whole different layer of Sleep Token's yearning onion), but it's got a kick to it.

When I say that song is the epitome of desperate, I mean it.

Without thinking about it too much, the first time I listened to it my first thoughts were 'ah, okay, wanting to give all for your lover and be able to trust them, got it', but then I thought about it a bit more.

Like with all Sleep Token songs, it has a bit of an eerie undertone, which borders on slightly obsessive, depending on who you're talking to, with the lyrics. We have "I picture you when you are all alone", "I am the shadow, you're a passenger", "I'll be the limit of your light again" and, of course, "give me all that you can give" with "and if you want to give me anything, then give (give in again)".

Vessel is describing himself as literal darkness; he's a shadow in the gloom and whoever this is is a star glowing in the darkness. A light he aims to dampen because he wants a taste of that light. A taste of them.

However, it's this desperation for attention that gets me. "Give me all that you can give" is an easy example; he's desperately giving all he can possibly give in hopes of getting the same, or more, back. It's repeated over and over, half begging half demanding with soft dulcet tones and promises that he'll be watching for their enemies, to let them know that they contend with him etc.

Give becomes this two-faced thing of someone giving with all their might to someone who is afraid to trust, bringing up empathy from us, and someone who will not accept anything except everything. It's this sexually charged fight between who is a victim (or if there really is one here) and who is the abuser.

Further, to "give in" is to 'cease fighting or arguing; admitting defeat.' It's something primal and angry hidden under, or rather, mixed with passion, and it's incredibly well hidden.

#I know there is a bit of a divide between people who say it's just a passionate love song between someone who gives their all and is ->#only asking for the same back #Vs people who have the same ideas as me #so this is just my opinion!#would love to see anybody's additions or arguments for the other side though!#it does quite admittedly have me giggling and kicking my feet #'I will be watching for your enemies to let them know that they contend with me' had (still does tbh) me hook line and SINKER #and don't get me started on how he growls 'fibre from' in 'I'll tear the fibre from the filament'#it's this possessiveness and annoyance that's immediately hidden under 'I just wanna taste you better'#it's all these hidden little things that when you think twice about it it clicks #as per usual shout-out to Vessel for doing whatever the fuck he does with lyrics because I eat it up every time #give #give (song)#sleep token #st #sleep token analysis #sundowning #sundowning (album)#lyric analysis #mel's rambles

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fruitfullofmalice · 3 months

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Fluffy Jaytim Fic Prompt

Look, we know that Tim spent many years on his own, so I think it would make the most logical sense for him to know how to cook. Like he must be able to live off of something other than frozen food. HOWEVER, he’s always too busy to cook for himself.

Now just imagine if Jason has to crash at Tim’s place one day and Tim cooks something for the two of them and Jason’s all shocked and everything.

And then Jason cooks Tim a meal eventually. And then it just spirals from there. Can you just imagine every night the two of them cooking dinner together in the kitchen? Just little cooking dates all the time before patrol because that’s the only way Jason knows Tim will get healthy food, let alone just food, in his body.

#jaytim #timjay #tim drake #jason todd #double red #dc #batfam #Im literally giggling and kicking my feet thinking about them

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m0rt1mersgr4ve · 8 months

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noritaro plus the lil emojis i made for the tik tok !

#noritaro #jotakak #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro x kakyoin #stardust crusaders #i just think they're neat #ok i may be experiencing brainrot #they are all i ever think about everything ties back to them #I think about avdol a lot too like i giggle and kick my feet #in a stim kinda way #oh wait im posting noritaro #jotaro is a shark actually #and kakyoin is a squid #i had to look up the differences between squid and octupus

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humanmorph · 4 months

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re: tags on last reblog that was a real fun experience but it still doesn't beat me going from 'haha oh this is kinda.....' to 'is anyone else seeing this????! Am I hearing this' of the Hector & Heard convo

AUSTIN [as Hector]: [soft tone] They always want more, Heard. KEITH [as Heard]: Is that place real? AUSTIN [as Hector]: [soft tone] The most. Nothing realer.

#I think about them less than balence which makes sense considering valence is haunting palisade as a season and brnine as a character #but they still make me kick my feet & giggle when I do. What even #Rosa rambles

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lighthouseas · 10 months

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alright friends i'm not gonna lie i wouldn't mind if the byler kiss had will leaning in first. or like. will kissing mike first on impulse during a heated moment. and then he regrets it immediately after because he thinks mike doesn't reciprocate (even though he obviously does) because mike just stands there for a second like 🧍🏻‍♂️ before swooping in to kiss will back

#im tired doesthis make sense #anyway. just a concept #i feel like a lot of takes have mike kissing will first but im gonna be honest i think will kissing mike impulsively is more realistic #<- like. at a point where he's 90% sure mike reciprocates but he's had these feelings bottled up for so long that he can't take it anymore #and just. finds himself kissing mike before he even knows what's happening #so he has his “oh fuck” moment when mike is just standing there staring at him. Bug Eyed 🐛#because he's fucked everything up hasn't he??? what the fuck was he thinking???? mike ISN'T like him #only for mike to crush his lips against will's like 10 seconds later and they make out sloppy #(and they're clumsy about it DO NOT FORGET THE CLUMSY OKAY)#(((GIVE ME THEM SMILING AGAINST EACH OTHERS' LIPS. ESP MIKE OKAY))))))#oh my god i thought of smthn even better. will leaning away from kissing mike and being like “i'm sorry i shouldn't hav-”#only for mike to INTERRUPT HIM WITH A KISS oh. giggles and kicks my feet #alr we are starting to tread in fanfic trope territory and these tags are getting long. im done now #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #st.txt

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fivveweeks · 11 months

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tbh it's a little strange how some people sincerely believes that dante is this bumbling incompetent fool of a new manager. like i know we all call dante our cringefail manager (affectionate) but it's weird to make it their core personality when you can literally infer the opposite in canon.

seriously, sinners combat implies that dante is:

- smart enough to calculate probabilities or, in the case where it's an added analysis function of their PDA, they are least have some insane gut feeling/instincts of the clash outcomes

- can foresee what would be the next attack of the enemies (again, could be an added function of their PDA but still)

- having to memorise every single bullshit status effect and attack types during and after battle (including tracking how long it lasts, looking at you Bleed/Rupture)

- DIGESTING EVERYTHING ABOVE WITHIN SECONDS WHILE JUGGLING FOR 10 COMBAT PARTICIPANTS do you have any idea how insane that is if you translate that to irl. keeping track of the chaos on the battlefield and making decisions in real time???

- is also self-aware enough to take initiative to improve themselves as a manager (canto 3 ending)

- being cunning enough to keep the secrets of K-Corps singularity in their back pockets like hello??? for someone who just lost all their memories less than a year ago they're actually being smart about this??

yes, while it's clear that dante is still getting used to playing the role of the manager while being the lovable cartoony gatcha main protag, they are FAR from being incompetent and a naive idiot. hell, canto 4 is probably showing us a hint of what past-dante is like in terms of cunningness and i for one am rubbing my hands and looking forward to what's coming next

#chatter #every single day i keep thinking about dante #and i kick my feet up and giggle all the time #cringefail manager of my heart #they're learning!!! and they keep learning!!! i love them!!!

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heronchildlove · 2 months

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Ok, so I don't have the energy for a proper fic but I can't get this idea for a "drama student moonlighting as a live model for art classes to get some extra bucks" Matthew au out of my mind and it's gonna drive me crazy if I don't share it, so here it is. Under the read more cause it got a bit long:

Thomas heard Alastair is attending that specific art class but he is too nervous to go alone so he begs James to go with him.

James is all "Tom, I can't draw a straight line, WHAT am I going to do in an art class????"

He goes anyway because Thomas is his cousin and he isn't going to let him down and just resigns himself to drawing the worst fruit bowl any human has ever seen.

Except the teacher walks in accompanied by the most beautiful guy James has ever seen instead and he barely gets to register this is a life drawing class because he is too busy gawking at the guy and omg he just winked at James and his entire brain short-circuited.

The guy's name is Matthew and he is a drama student and he is very happy to be there and be able to help and of course the guy is an actor, James thinks, he looks like a renaissance painting and sounds like an angel.

The teacher sends the guy into a back room to get ready and James tries to pull himself together and pretend he knows what he is doing as he tries to set up his paper and charcoal. He was going to ask Tom for help but he is already busy trying to start a conversation with Alastair and he doesn't want to interrupt them but it's ok he thinks he has got this.

That is, until Matthew comes back in a robe and, and on a cue from the teacher, takes off the robe and does his first pose, and James thinks he is hallucinating because it seems like he isn't wearing anything under the robe.

Oh. My god. He isn't wearing anything under the robe.

He pokes Tom and very vehemently points that out and asks what the fuck happened with the fruit bowls and Tom just looks at him like he is crazy because of course there are no fruit bowls, he had told Jamie it was a live model drawing class.

James is pretty sure Thomas DID NOT tell him that and, even if he did, how was he supposed to know that meant it would be a nude model class????

Worst thing is that aside from some initial awkward giggling no one else seems to really care there is a guy naked in the middle of the room aside from James.

And yes yes he knows the human body is natural and there is nothing wrong with being naked and it's for anatomy practice and the artistic view and all that but James is 1 very much not an artist and 2 still very much attracted to the very naked guy in the middle of the room.

In fact there is nothing about him that takes away from the impression he is the most beautiful guy James has ever seen or will ever see again in his life.

James decides he is going to be the slowest artist to ever exist and spend the whole class on Matthew's face and not look down in any way until it all finishes.

(Though Matthew makes it pretty hard when the teacher gives him a break and he decides to stretch his arms out over his head for a bit).

James has never been happier for the end of a class than when the teacher announces that's it for today and that they can go and thanks Matthew for helping them out because it means Matthew is finally putting the robe back on.

James puts all the things Thomas had lent him away as fast as he can and wants to drag Thomas by the arm so they get away from there as fast as possible but of course Thomas is stalling so he can talk with Alastair a little more and James wonders if aunt Sophie and uncle Gideon would be very mad if he strangled their only son.

But as he is starting to consider just dragging Thomas away for real he hears a "hullo" and when he looks to the side, Matthew himself is there smiling at him and he gets torn between short-circuiting again and worrying that Matthew is there because he saw James ogling him and is about to slap him for it so he immediately starts apologising.

Matthew doesn't get why he is apologising and there is no way James is explaining that so he says it's his first class like that and he felt awkward for staring (which is true).

Matthew chuckles and says he wouldn't be trying to be an actor if he minded people staring at him. Specially other beautiful people with artistic souls.

James wonders if he is crazy or if Matthew just called him beautiful. He tries to deflect by saying he is also sorry for the atrocious drawings he made of Matthew because he isn't an art student and is just there to give his cousin moral support.

Matthew says it can't be that bad and tries to get James to show the drawings to him but that is one mortification James has no intention to go through, thank you very much.

The teacher calls Matthew back to discuss something for the next class and Matthew tells James he is going to keep helping out for the next 2 weeks and he would love to see him there again.

James gives a non-committal answer and vows to himself he is absolutely never ever setting foot on that class again.

(But when Thomas asks him to go with him again next class, the fight he puts up is just for show.)

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