#i have got to stop being such a whiny white person

[tomura-complex]

✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear. 

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

#bnha shigaraki #my hero academia shigaraki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki hcs #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x female reader #shigaraki fanfic #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #tomura shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki x reader #shimura tenko #tenko shimura #tomura shiragaki

[untilwedont]

Still a virgin?

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Male!Reader

Genre; Smut

Summary: Let's just say Ethan will no longer be teased about being a virgin.

Warnings: Sub!Top!Ethan, Dom!Bottom!Reader, whiny ethan, teasing, unprotected sex, not proofread, slight praise kink

A/N; jack champion is white boy of the month literally loml. Also i was hella debating on whether I should keep his subby, shy personality or not..

It all started in his dorm. Chad was out with a couple of friends and Ethan invited you over to hang out. Of course you said yes because you could never say no to your charming boyfriend. At first it was just some cuddling while watching a movie, but somehow that all ended up with you on his lap, kissing his soft lips.

Makeout sessions weren't very common so you always made sure to enjoy the moment, savoring his lips on yours. But this time you wanted to take things further, hoping Ethan would want to do the same. Sadly you guys were interrupted from a ring on Ethan's phone.

His lips disconnected from yours and he looked at his phone. You got up from his lap so he could grab it. "Who is it, baby?" You asked curiously, moving closer to him to see his phone. Ethan scoffed, "Just Quinn teasing me about how I'm still a virgin. I mean it's not my fault I don't hook up with every guy I see on the streets."

You thought for a moment, "Well.." you placed a hand on one of his thighs, "do you still wanna be a virgin?" You slowly moved your hand towards his crotch and Ethan's breath hitched. "Are you asking to uh- to have.. sex?" You nodded, hoping he'd say yes. "Uh-m yeah, sure!" There was slight nervousness in his voice so you wanted to make sure he'd have the time of his life.

You crawled back onto his lap, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for more kisses. You laid him down on the bed, lips still connected so now you were on top of him. Your lips disconnected from his and you began trailing down toward his neck, leaving small kisses on his chin as you did so. "Hmm- M/N, I- I want you to leave marks.."

You looked up and smiled at him, "Whatever you wish for baby." You began to leave hickey's all around his neck, Ethan whimpering as you did so. You removed his hoodie, leaving his upper body exposed. "Damn baby, you've been working out?" You asked, running your fingers through his abs. "Yea-... I have.." You smiled before kissing his body. Ethan slightly threw his head back and huffed before placing a hand on your head. After leaving his body with more marks, you trailed down towards his lower area.

You kissed the tent he had in his pants before looking up at him, asking for permission. He eagerly nodded and you removed his pants. The only thing now on his body was his boxers. You decided you'd tease Ethan for a bit before giving him what he wanted. You kissed his thighs, practically worshipping his whole body. Each time you got closer to his clothed dick, you'd start kissing somewhere else.

"For the love of God, M/N! Stop teasing me and blow me already!" He whined out. "Fine, but only because you've been such a good boy." You smiled before pulling down Ethan's boxer's, finally giving him what he'd wanted. His heart almost exploded when you called him that, face heating up to tomato red.

His dick sprung out, slapping against Ethan's stomach. You grabbed his dick, admiring it for a second before licking his tip. Ethan slightly gasped, the feeling of your tongue on his dick felt euphoric. You placed Ethan's dick in your mouth before bobbing your head up and down, admiring the way his face looked. You loved the way he'd whimper every time you went down on him.

"Na-h, g- ngh, gonna cum..!" He whimpered, grabbing your head and forcing you down on his dick. "Fu~ck, I'm cumming!" His cum shot out of his dick and down your throat. You tried swallowing it all but some oozed out of your mouth and slid down his glossy dick. You took his still hard dick out of your mouth and began removing your clothes. His eyes stared at your body, practically mesmerized at your gorgeous body.

"What? You like what you see babe?" You asked teasingly. He snapped out of his trance, wiping the slight drool what was on the side of his mouth. You got back on top of him, placing your lips back onto his. After a minute of making out he asked, "Baby, could you- uhm. Ride me?" You smiled at him and nodded, "Of course baby."

You grabbed his dick and placed it inside of you, slowly sinking all the way in until it was no longer seen. "Ngh~ fuck!' you moaned out, throwing your head back and closing your eyes. "Feels so good baby." You moaned out, Ethan only moaning and whimpering in response.

You bounced up and down on his dick, praising him and telling him he'd been such a good boy. "Your dick feels ngh~ feels so good baby." You moaned, kissing his soft lips. Ethan had been a moaning, whimpering mess the whole time. "Feel good baby boy?" you asked. "Na~h. y..-yes.." He whimpered out and threw his head back.

A minute after, Ethan slammed himself into you without warning, causing you to moan in surprise. "G-gonna.. gonna cum again~!" He cried out, continuing to slam into you. HIs thrusts began sloppy and soon after shot his seed inside you. HIs eyes closed and faced scrunched as he did so. Cum also shot out your dick, coating Ethan's chest.

You rested your head against his chest, catching your breath. "That was the best sex ever." Ethan spoke, his voice a bit raspy. You lifted your head to look at him, a smile appearing on both your faces.

"Well at least now you can tell Quinn you aren't a virgin anymore."

#male!reader #male reader #malereader #x male reader #ethan landry x male reader #scream x male reader #jack champion x male reader #jack champion #ethan landry #scream 6 #ethan landry smut #jack champion smut #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #gay #smut

[jankandjonch]

Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton played through the speakers in the bedroom, you and Jake swaying sweetly together as the water of the shower beaded over the two of you. Wrapped up so tightly in his arms, his body flush against yours, your song playing in the back. This is heaven, you’re sure of it. 

You let your hands roam. First to his chest, then to the sides of his neck as you pull him into a sweet, sweet kiss. Having him thoroughly occupied with your mouth, you let your hands travel south. 

Grabbing his ass, giving him a tug tighter against your body he giggled into your mouth and his teeth clashed into yours.

“Grabby, calm it down a bit, will you?,” he was trying to put space between your bodies and that was quite the opposite of what you wanted.

“Hmmmm, no,” you smiled into his kiss again, letting your hands skate up over his hips and around his love handles to rest on his front.

His abdomen tensed, you felt it under your hands. You kissed him harder.

People on the internet are cruel, this is nothing new to you. But Jake, he’s had a difficult time with scrutiny and people putting their noses in his business where they did not belong. All it took was one post that he saw on Instagram and he’s kept his hands to himself for six days. So unlike him, being quite the clingy person behind closed doors.

“Let me, baby. Let me touch my sweet boy,” you breathed out against his mouth. Whiny, desperate, fingers digging into his supple flesh.

“Please, honey, I- I can’t. Not right now,” he grabbed your hands then to stop your motions.

“Jacob, I just want to love on you. You haven’t touched me in a week, c’mon baby. Just come to bed with me, okay?” Perhaps the sweetness dripping from your plea, perhaps he knew he had to give in at some point. Whatever the case, he nodded his head, jaw still slack and he kept his hands on your hips as you lead him out of the bathroom.

“I didn’t mean to neglect my honey,” he mumbled, shy. Ashamed.

“You haven’t my love, you’ve taken time for yourself. I’m not upset about that. I am upset that you let someone who doesn’t know you from Adam misguide your self worth. You know how many people on this planet want to throw themselves at your feet, Mister Kiszka?,” you finally got another giggle out of him.

“I just- I feel down. Like… I don’t- like maybe you don’t...” his hands are waving about, he’s really struggling to get his words.

“I know baby boy, I know. You think I don’t feel unwanted and unworthy sometimes when I read the shit people say about me online? But then guess what, here you come through the front door and whisk me away and throw me in this bed. You don’t even have to know that I’m feeling that way, not with words. You keep me here in this bed until I remember exactly who the fuck I am.”

“My honey,” he stated very matter-of-factly, hands getting grabbier as you spoke.

“Your honey. Yours. Just like you are mine. I know you’re upset, and if nothing else that just makes me wanna be sweeter on you, Jake. So let me. Can I?,” your hands had landed back on his hips again, just above the soft, slightly dimpled area that you so desperately wanted to bury your face in.

“I’m not…” his eyes cast down to watch your hands, with a glance back up you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

“Jacob, no. You are not fat. You are not unappealing. I want to nibble the skin right off your tummy. You make me fucking crazy.”

He giggled at that, too.

“You’ll show me?,” he sounds so small, it really breaks your heart.

“Until I die,” you kissed him once more. Sweet, soft.

He was jelly in your hands, then. Allowing you to push his chest and he collapsed back into the white sheets. A grunt leaving him as he looks back at you to find you kneeled between his legs looking at him - hungry.

“Fuck.”

#fuck is... right jakey #jake kiszka #jacob kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #blurb #jake kiszka blurb #jakey #mine #jacob thomas kiszka #jacob thomas thursday

[dragynkeep]

I'm sorry of this is whiny, but I didn't know where else to put it or ask and I just wanted to type it out lol.

With that out of the way, sometimes I feel like CRWBY is so mean spirited to BlackSun shippers. Like, the panel where they said ' I knew you'd look better without the bow' was just Sun trying to get in her pants, or laughing as they wondered why people shipped Blake and Sun together. I'm a big BlackSun fan, and sometimes I feel like I've been harassed for it ( though, I've been told I got off easy compared to some shippers, so I do count my blessings there) and I just wish that with how much negativity BlackSun and shippers got in V1-V5 when it looked like it could have been canon that CRWBY would have just been more professional about it. I totally get that CRWBY can ship what they want, but it feels so meanspirited to me that instead of just being happy for BumblBY they went after BlackSun like that, and reduced a relationship dynamic so many people loved as a "silly teenage crush" really bummed me out in a way I can't really explain. I know CRWBY aren't our friends, but it just felt really mean. I genuinely can't think of any other love triangle in media where the writers themselves seemed to mock the romantic moments they themselves set up or the fans for shipping it. Sure, I can think of writers going 'Huh, I didn't realize people would ship A with B that much, I feel like it was clear A was going to be C' but I can't think of moments of writers going 'This romantic moment between these two? Creep trying to get in her pants.'

IDK, I guess what I'm trying to get at is that it's so weird to see that it wasn't enough for them to be happy about BumblBY, they had to take pot shots at BlackSun too, a ship which has never been the most popular, which has always invited controversy, discourse, outright death threats, etc. Am I overreacting/being too thin-skinned about this? Or can you sort of see what I'm getting at? Either way, sorry for such a long ask lol

The retroactive stripping of the nuance in Blacksun's relationship is infuriating.

Especially the "I knew you looked better without the bow" scene, because that was not a scene of Sun just trying to rizz Blake to get in her pants, and the fact that these white bitches are trying to downplay this scene is honestly racist.

It was one minority trying to compliment another about a racialised feature that they were hiding away, that they didn't want others to see in fear of marginalisation and violence. Sun complimenting her works because he is another Faunus who is out and proud, and isn't insulting Blake for her very realisitic choice for survival.

Compare that to Yang saying "You have cat ears!" in V9, which is just downright insulting.

Because Yang is not a Faunus, and she is specifically singling out Blake's features as something that she personally likes, rather than Sun singling out her bow as a mean of empowerment.

And it's the fact that it's the white ass VAs and the white ass writers barring Eddy that're doing this further aggrivates me. Stop demonizing Sun just because your shitty written ship won, it's pathetic.

#rwby #rwde #sun wukong #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #anti bb #blacksun #answered #luke.txt

[britts-galaxy-brain]

Oh no, anon is right. Ginger was hella about to be banned from my server at some point. I was far more lenient than I should have been and genuinely tried to resolve shit peacefully and then the stuff with "Turning Red" and "Encanto" happened in my server and they left.

Nathan made a bunch of jokes about how "Turning Red" should have focused or talked about 9/11, while we were trying to explain why that wouldn't happen. Mind you, both Ginger and Nathan knew this was a criticism started by MME and people started meming on him because of it, but regardless.

However, direct quote from Ginger: "Kinda a shame because Turning Red does have some problems with its pace, cohesion, and shallow characterization (as well as some very real stereotyping) that is even harder to talk about now that opinions like his muddied the waters"

When I pointed out/asked: "Wasn't the story written by a Canadian-Chinese woman though?" Ginger said that just because a film stars or is written by POC doesn't mean it's above criticism. And this is where I started to get admittedly annoyed. That may be true, but I also wanted to hear other Chinese-Canadians echo the same sentiment that Ginger held about the movie.

We had a bit of back and forth until I finally asked her: "Can you point me in the direction of someone who is chinese and someone who is Columbian who have made these criticisms? Like, I can see what you are saying but I would also appreciate hearing about criticisms from someone who isn't white. /gen" (mind you the tone indicator was very much included)

And Ginger shot herself in the foot when she said "I haven't read any for this film because they haven't been held up. Why do I have to find these sources to have these problems?" and Nathan literally just said "What the Fuck?" in response to me.

Ginger then proceeded to go on about how POC have rich and varied lives so "Why is their first big story about their cultural issues then?"

Which is... the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard in my goddamn life, I cannot even begin to describe why this is so stupid, okay wow-

After I, politely, explained that perhaps as people of these ethnic and racial backgrounds that perhaps they wanted to discuss these issues because of their own experiences and that I'd still like to read or listen to a Chinese person discuss Ginger's talking points, I said that I didn't want us speaking over Chinese folks. And Ginger doubled down, claiming that she had her own thoughts and quote "I'm not speaking over anyone. I have my own thoughts, feelings, and concerns about a movies themes and problems."

If that isn't the literal definition of speaking over someone, I do not know what is.

And then after that, Nathan up and yells "This server has a real problem with autonomous thinking and respecting the views of anyone that doesn't 100% agree with them. I'm out."

Which literally isn't at all what happened. Then Nathan left right before I tried to explain why I believed he was wrong, to which Ginger said and these were her last words in my server:

"Yes. You are. And frankly I'm tired of feeling like this in here. This server has been an uncomfortable place to be in and I don't want to be part of it anymore. You all have a good night. Turning Red has problems. Later."

I sat there genuinely stunned for a few moments. While Ginger and Nathan were never obviously racist, they got so fucking whiny when I asked them to cite me a source of a Chinese person criticising "Turning Red" and a Colombian person criticising "Encanto" that it just goes back to this weird white knight shit.

They wanna sit there and be all progressive but when the Native American person is asking two white people to cite their sources and inadvertedly telling them to stop being white saviours, they double down. Not a cute look.

And mind you, this was just my personal experience. Some of my friends and I genuinely believe that one of our friends received anon harassment from one of them. The reason why we believe that is because the way the anon typed was eeriely similar to the way Nathan typed certain phrases. The guy is just generally unpleasant to be around.

Also everything about how Ginger and Nathan were being weird about autistic traits within characters and only seeing validity in them when they couldn't see their own autistic traits within them and Nathan shitting on OCs while then whining when one of my friends told him a read of "Jekyll and Hyde" that he ascribed to was "shallow" is also 100% true.

Quite frankly, Ginger has her head up her own ass and I believe a lot of it is thanks to Lily.

Wait he's the one who started the Turning Red 9/11 discourse?!! 💀💀

#this is fuckin wild #the projection omg

[daydreamingleclerc]

late night talking - mason mount

summary: mason surprises you when he arrives home after being in america for pre-season and you just can’t seem to get enough.

warnings: language, cute!bf mason, teasing, praise kink, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f rec), i think that's it.

requested: no

notes: requests are open, please see my masterlist here and who i write for here! it's been a long time since i wrote for mason, my beloved <3 so i hope you enjoy!

"i wish you could come home soon," you frowned, pulling the drawstrings of mason's hoodie tighter so it engulfed you in his scent even more than before, "i miss you."

mason's expression mimicked yours and the sound of your strained, tired voice from staying up until the early hours just so you could talk to him tugged on his heartstrings.

"i miss you too sweetheart," he hummed, and you hid a smile in his hoodie as you stifled a yawn, "what time is it over there?"

you glanced over at the alarm clock sitting on mason's bedside table, and even you were shocked to see that it was almost three thirty, but you knew if you told him that he would put the phone down and tell you to go to sleep.

"late," you shrugged.

mason furrowed his eyebrows, "how late, babe?"

"three fifteen," you sighed, stifling another yawn in the soft cotton of his white hoodie. mason's eyebrows bunched together and he scowled at you through the phone, disappointed that it was gone three o'clock in the morning and you weren't asleep yet. "don't look at me like that."

"like what?" mason's lips curled up into a little teasing smile. he loved it when you were sleepy, you got cuddly and whiny and that was his favourite side of you, only he wasn't there to experience it in person.

"like that," you replied, "you know i can't sleep properly when you're not here, i like my home comforts."

mason's bottom lip curled into a frown, but despite his best attempts at making it seem genuine, you thought it was sarcasm.

"mason, stop it!"

he flung his free arm up into the air and brought it down to his thigh so hard that his jacket brushed the airpod from his ear, both of you laughing hysterically at the other, "i wasn't doing anything!"

"you're such a pain in my arse, mount."

"yet somehow, you still love me," his smile lit up the space around his dull hotel room bed, "who'd'a thought?"

you gave him the finger and you watched as he giggled hysterically on the other line. there was a slight change in noise, where it had once been quiet in mason's surroundings there was now some commotion - no doubt the single boys were on their way out.

you stayed on the phone for another few minutes, and despite telling him he should go and have fun with his friends, mason happily stayed on the line while you brushed your teeth and got comfy in bed. he made sure to keep talking until you eventually drifted off into a light sleep.

"love you, mase."

"love you too sweetheart," mason's heart fluttered, and he knew by that point you were completely flat out, but he still blew a kiss to the camera, "i'll be home before you know it."

*

you always found ways to keep busy without mason while he was in america. jaz would bring summer over a few days a week when you had days off now that she'd finished nursery for six weeks so that jaz could go to work. the two of you would bake, and you'd take her to the park and paint her nails, which was always her personal favourite. lewis would come over, usually with a bottle of wine and snacks at the end of the week so you could vent about work and anything that you needed to get off your chest, and mason's parents would even invite you to their house at the weekends so you could have sunday lunch together.

"i love it when you go to mum and dads," mason admitted as he watched you eat your lunch, "i love how well you get on with my family."

"they're my family too, mason, i have been with you since i was eighteen."

"i just love how much you love them," he expressed, and took a long deep breath as he flopped onto yet another new hotel room bed in another lonely american state. he shifted on his matress, "did you get my present?"

you nodded, a smile on your face as you pulled down the neckline of the hoodie so he could see the gorgeous white gold diamond necklace that was dangling on your neck, and you pushed the hair from your ears so he could see the matching earrings.

"they look beautiful."

"they do, but you didn't have to get it for me, mason," you scolded, "you know i can't afford to buy you expensive gifts back."

"and you know i don't care," he raised an eyebrow, and brought the camera closer to his face to make you laugh, and you did, "i'm your boyfriend, it's my job to buy you pretty things."

"and i'm your girlfriend, it's <em>my</em> job to tell you off when you buy me pretty things."

you yawned as you finished eating, stifling it in your elbow and refocussing back on mason. he admired you, the way your eyes fluttered as you readjusted to the light after a yawn, the way your lips curled up into a smile everytime he spoke.

"i can't wait to marry you one day."

"where's that come from?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and having a little giggle.

"it's true," he replied, his lips curling up into a big, goofy smile, "i can't wait to marry you."

he was so infatuated with you it almost killed him to think about it, you'd been dating for six years and he still looked at you now like he did that very first time he met you.

"you look tired, sweetheart," he noted, "you should get some rest."

"i will," you remarked, "right after i've caught up on last night's love island."

mason rolled his eyes and a little giggle escaped his lips but you swooped up the phone and walked to the bedroom, where you got comfy in bed once more and said your goodbyes so you could inevitably fall asleep into a light afternoon nap while attempting to catch up on love island.

*

the sunlight crept through the slither of a gap between the bedroom floor and the blind from where you didn't pull it down enough before bed, so much so that it woke you up.

you furrowed your eyebrows, feeling somewhat confused at your surroundings. the sleep you had that night was the best you'd had in the four weeks mason had been gone, which was odd to you considering that the longer he was gone, the harder it was to sleep. alongside that, you woke up tangled between your regular duvet and the duvet from the spare room, which made the crease between your brows even deeper.

it wasn't until you clocked that the bed was significantly warmer this morning than it had been for weeks that you even noticed the body laying beside you in a light slumber. a light smile came from mason's half open mouth as he laid barely awake, just like you, curled underneath the duvet from the spare room. he was pressed right against the edge of the bed so he didn't startle you when he arrived home at two o'clock this morning.

at first, you were confused. he wasn't supposed to be home for another week and a half, what with having one more game to play in america and another to play in italy, but somehow he was here beside you in the flesh.

"surprise." was all he said, the smile on his face getting bigger when you lurched forward, arms wide open and a big, stupid smile on your face.

"i didn't know you were coming home," you said, your face smushed into the side of his face so tightly he could barely hear you, "i've missed you so much."

"i wasn't supposed to be coming home," he said, "but i managed to worm my way out of the final american friendly to come and see my favourite girl."

you pulled your head out of his neck and he tucked the loose strands of hair that had fallen around your face behind your ear. a lump formed in your throat at the intimacy, the same lump that formed in your throat the first time you had your first kiss with him, or the first time you had sex with him. you got embarrassed, but mason knew this and he urged you to not shy away from it.

his lips pressed against yours softly, his hands rested delicately at the base of the back of your neck, thumbs grazing your cheeks as you kissed. the kiss lasted for what felt like forever, although when he pulled away for air you felt empty and immediately pulled him in for another.

"i've missed you so much," he hummed, relishing in the smell and feeling of you so much he felt high. "marry me."

you couldn't help but laugh. mason had never been so open about marriage as he had been in the last six months, dropping hints here and there about you in white dresses, or making jokes about wedding bouquets whenever he bought you flowers.

"easy, mount," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose and wrapping your arms around his neck. his erection poked at the bottom of your spine and you kissed his nose again, "i think that jetlag has really gotten to your head."

"i'm serious," mason placed one of his palms at the back of your head to support your neck as he rolled you around, so you were the one laying on the bed and he was hovering over you. he kissed your lips, once, twice, three times and his eyes twinkled, "marry me."

"you know i'd say yes to you a thouand times, mason," you smirked, and he rolled his eyes, and couldn't help letting out a chuckle as he waited for the but, "however you haven't got a ring."

his lips found yours again, deepening the kiss this time. his tongue slipped past your bottom lip and you granted him that access, your fingertips scratching his scalp lightly. your teeth grazed his bottom lip and when one of his hands brushed your clothed clit you jolted.

his lips travelled down your body, and his hands hooked themselves under the hem of the hoodie you wore and with your consent he pulled it off of your body, and it landed on the floor with a thud. his lips continued their descent, and when they grazed your nipples your back arched.

mason didn't spend too much time teasing you, desperately wanting to taste you after so long away. his fingers hooked into the band of your underwear and you lifted your hips to help him get them off, and when they were, he wasted no time in tasting you.

your hands immediately gravitated to his hair - or lack thereof - when his lips locked around your clit. mason had always prided himself on being good at oral, and in the back of your mind it was always the thing you missed the most about your sex life when he wasn't around.

his tongue flicked at your clit back and forth while he pulled it between his lips, and his fingers spread your lips and your wetness submerged them.

"fuck, mason, i've missed this so much."

he hummed in agreement, and the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. you threw your head back, gripping at either side of his head as he continued to give you what could only be described as the best head of your life.

your orgasm was creeping up on you fast, and mason had to brace an arm around your waist to stop you from bucking your hips into his mouth. "'m gonna cum, mase," was all you said, too lost in the feeling of desperately wanting to get lost in your orgasm, and when you did it felt like an out of body experience.

you cried out loud, thankful that you and mason were lucky enough to live in a large house where you didn't have to worry about neighbours. mason pulled away from you, his chin glistening as he rested his cheek on your thigh.

he watched his fingers dissapear inside of you, curling slowly. the action made you shiver with sensitivity, and he left small, slow kisses on your thigh as he did so.

"you're so pretty when you cum," mason cooed, "have i ever told you that before, angel?"

you nodded, once again unable to form coherent words as he curled his fingers inside of you so deep, he was hitting your g-spot. mason loved the way you reacted to him in these moments, but it stroked his ego that little bit more when you were left unable to speak.

mason left small little kisses on your clit and everytime he did you jolted forward with a whimper, but he just wanted to make you cum again. his thumb brushed your clit while his lips pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs and his fingers curled expertly inside of you once more.

you wrapped your hand around his wrist as you felt your orgasm creeping up, and while the movement of his thumb on your clit slowed, his fingers worked slightly faster. you came with another cry, and this time mason let your hips rise off of the bed while you did so.

he pulled his fingers from inside of you and crawled back up to lay beside you, kissing your cheeks while you breathed heavily. he lightly pressed his fingers against your lips and you parted them, tasting yourself on his fingers while he showered you in soft kisses.

he removed his fingers from your mouth and immediately you brushed your lips against his, allowing him access into your mouth to taste you. your hand trailed down his stomach, and when your fingers touched his skin goosebumps were left in their wake. his erection was protruding through his calvin's now, and when you wrapped your hands around his dick he took a long, deep breath.

he'd spent so long without your touch that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like, and when you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock and smeared around the pre-cum he groaned, and you shared a little giggle.

"you feel so good, Y/N," he said, shifting onto his back, hands above his head. you laughed.

"all i'm doing is holding your dick in my hand, mase."

"don't care," he shrugged, but jolted when you readjusted your hand so you didn't over-stretch your wrist, "you always feel so fuckin' good."

your lips found his again and as you began to wank him off, he moaned into your mouth which gave you the opportunity to bite his lip softly. you'd missed these intimate moments so much, and you were relishing in every minute.

he bucked his hips into your hand and one of his hands instinctively groped at one of your boobs, squeezing the flesh softly. both of you were breathing heavily, and desperate to feel one another.

"please, mase," you whispered as you brushed noses, "i need to feel you."

mason's heart fluttered at the strain in your voice, and so he ridded himself of his boxers and hovered over you once more. the anticipation was almost killing you, and you weren't sure if the feeling in your tummy was butterflies or anxiety, but you didn't care.

he guided himself inside of you, stretching you out deliciously with every inch until his balls hit your skin. you both let out raspy, breathy moans at the initial stretch after four weeks of celibacy.

"fuck sweetheart you're so tight," he moaned, dropping his head slightly to watch himself slip in and out of you at a soft pace, "i forgot how good it felt to be inside of you."

you whimpered, nodding your head gently as you entwined your fingers through his. his thrusts got deeper as he re-angled himself inside of you, and you moaned loudly.

"jesus fucking christ," you mumbled, and in the heat of it all mason still managed to raise his eyebrows with a smirk.

"that good, eh?"

right before you opened your mouth to blurt out a sarcastic response, mason hoisted your leg up over his shoulder, allowing himself deeper inside of you which left you seeing stars and unable to speak. your mouth formed an O shape, and your pussy began making wet noises with every thrust.

he was taking his time but fucking you so well all together that you could barely think straight. your eyes would roll to the back of your head and the action would send mason into a spiral, biting down on his lip and groaning out about how good you feel.

you wrapped your free arm around his shoulders and his face was millimeters from yours now, your lips colliding every few seconds and moaning into the others mouth.

"'m gonna cum, mase," you whispered, feeling your orgasm begin to creep up on you. mason hummed.

"marry me," he said again, bumping your nose with his so you could look at him while he fucked you, "i'll buy you a ring, you can pick it out later," his voice was straining from how much he wanted to cum, too, "just please, marry me, Y/N."

"i would marry you in every lifetime," your hand moved up from his shoulders to his head, where you brought his face down to meet yours even closer, "of course i'll marry you."

mason's lips brushed yours and his free hand brushed your clit. your back arched off the bed and within seconds you'd hit your orgasm, your body convulsing underneath him as the pleasure rippled through you.

"fuck, Y/N." mason groaned, and you felt the familiar - albeit, missed - feeling of his dick twitching inside you. his cum filled you up and left you feeling warm, a feeling you could never describe to him because he would never understand.

he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, the pair of you practically heaving for breath.

"i love you," you said, rolling onto your side and brushing your fingers along his stubbly chin, "y'know that, right?"

"of course i do," his lips pressed against the pads of your fingers, "but i love you more, wouldn't have asked you to marry me otherwise."

he smirked, and you hit his chest. the pair of you laid in silence, and you watched as his eyelids fluttered open and closed, succumbing to sleep so peacefully.

"there's nobody else i'd rather spend the rest of my life with, mason. all i ever wanted was you."

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[carlosfruitsnacks]

yeah so I just saw your requests open and wanted to hop in! (English its not my first language so apologies beforehand!!)

A CamiloxFem! Reader.

Reader comes from one of the most powerful families in the encanto(They're just behind the Madrigals and they're a BIG BIG family) And, ofc! Alma and Reader's Abuelo got Cami and Reader together by arranged marry. (Idk how it is spelled srry)

Soo, being the youngest cousin, daughter, grand daughter and niece Reader is SPOILED ROTTEN by everyone in her household (even outside of it since she is Alma's favorite out of all of them), BUT, reader is sweet, really, really sweet. And it doesn't match with her reputation as a spoiled little princess. At first, camilo is NOT happy. Who would want to marry a whiny and annoying person like her? (The thing is... HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW READER AT ALL, because she doesn't leave her house that often)

She wears pink in every outfit possible and she has a white fluffy ball for a cat which she pick ups in her arms all day and night. said cat its the devils spawn but she doesn't realize it. In their engagement dinner, Camilo accidentaly steps on her pastel pink-snowflake-print dress, his shoe leaves a mark and he is nervious as one can be, he expects a whole tantrum with yells and cries. (And scratches from her cat ofc) He is blatantly surprised when Reader gives him a soft smile and cleans off her clothes without even glaring at him wrong.

He blinks once, twice, even thrice before Reader says that its okay, accidents happen. After that, he is kind of guilty, since they met, Reader was nothing but nice and Cami was there, talking shit about someone he didn't even know. Few days later, Reader and Cami got super well together and are good friends even tho they will be husband and wife later in life. BUT, Reader's older brothers find out that Cami talked bad about her in the past. And guess what? They ready to fight him.

The rest is up to you! (Sorry if it is too long!)

"under all the pink"

summary:

— Abuela Madrigal has set her youngest grandson, Camilo to marry the daughter of one of the most powerful families in Encanto. Camilo isn't fond of the idea, thinking that she's just a spoiled brat but it turns out she was different under all the pink.

genre:

— aged-up & fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

—  hello thank you for requesting, sorry it took too long, i hope you enjoy anon!

When Alma Madrigal received her first great-grandchild from Dolores, she knew that the time had come for one of her grandchildren to marry. Ever since the rebuilding of the Casita, Alma has become more mellow and understanding of her family. Though one thing that hasn't changed is her insistence on arranged marriage. Both of her daughters' marriages weren't sabotaged by her, it was only Isabela did Alma try the arranged marriage. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out for her eldest grandchild but she knew it doesn't have to be.

After some pondering, Alma decided to give arranged marriage one more shot at her oldest grandson, Camilo. The moment has arrived when he was the appropriate age to marry, also, Alma couldn't wait to stop Camilo from slumping around and avoiding responsibilities. He needed to know what it's like to live in the real world for he is no longer a teenager.

"Ah! Glad you have made it Señora Madrigal!"

Alma smiled at the old man she paid a visit to on the other side of town. She politely greeted him as the man lets her in. She has come to discuss marrying Camilo to the old man's youngest granddaughter, [Name] [Surname]. Alma has known the man for decades, she is also aware that he belongs to a powerful family such as hers. So, she decides why not? Alma and the old man talked for a few hours, settling on their agreements as the events sets in place. Camilo is to be wed to [Name] soon.

"I ought to tell my grandaughter the news later. Oh, will Camilo be alright with this decision of yours Señora?"

The old man asked. If Alma was being honest, she wasn't sure how will her grandson will react. Nevertheless, she smiles.

"He'll be fond of it"

Camilo Madrigal is not fond of the news. Alma did her best to gently drop the news to him but he reacted negatively. He was complaining, gripping his hair while pacing in circles, and his shapeshifting was out of control.

"Cálmate, nieto-"

"¡No puedo calmarme, abuela!"

"Ay, you're being dramatic, Camilo"

"Abuela, I love you, but why must you do this to me?!"

"You need to know your way in this world, nieto. You can't be stuck living in the same way!"

Alma said. Camilo huffs and crosses his arms, he understands his grandmother's point but it feels as though she was taking his freedom away. Here, he thought things would change after Mirabel saved the miracle.

"Camilo, you must understand why I'm doing this to you"

"I do! It's not like I don't like the arranged marriage, I just don't like the person I'm being married to"

Camilo admits. Alma's face displayed puzzlement. Camilo didn't like [Name]? Why? Whatever the reason is, it wasn't enough for her to call off the engagement.

"Nieto, it doesn't matter. You must marry her"

"But Abuelaaaa! She's nothing but a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa!"

"Ay cállate, Camilo. Hurry and get dressed nicely because [Name] and her family are coming over for dinner"

Before Camilo can complain, Alma turns and leaves. The shapeshifter muttered a curse and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. He begins to think of ideas, ideas to help him ruin the engagement. He couldn't afford to get married to [Name] [Surname]! Camilo has heard of the stories swarming around town.

He heard that she liked to keep an evil cat around that would scratch anyone's face off if they dared talk crap about her. And that she liked wearing pink and expensive clothing. Camilo knew what privilege was like but he didn't abuse it. He thought she was the type to have everything fed to her with a golden spoon.

Camilo resorted to just ditching the dinner but her mother Pepa caught him climbing out his window and proceeded to give him an earful. After he was forcefully put in his best outfit by his mamá, he goes down. His cousins were preparing the table as he watched.

"You look you're going to choke somebody, primo"

Mirabel walks in. Camilo sighed as he buried his hands in his pockets, he genuinely thought he was going to be the last of his cousins to get married.

"Dios, Mira I absolutely hate it here. What if I just shapeshift into someone else and sneak out?"

" ¡Oye! Don't you dare, hermano!"

Dolores exclaimed from the kitchen, Camilo knew he shouldn't try what he just said, his sister is notorious for spilling secrets at the wrong moments, and he didn't want to cause a scene.

"Who are you getting married to anyway?"

"Señorita malcriada [Name]"

"Oh, her! Heard she's obsessed with pink"

"Tell me about it. I bet she has everything laid out for her since she was an infant. I'm talking major spoiled brat, Mirabel"

"Hey don't say that, primo"

"Why not? Everyone in town says so! I imagine if you don't give her what she wants, she lets out an ugly cry and throws a five-year-old tantrum. I hate people like that"

Camilo frowned, Mirabel gives him a comforting smile she joins the others in preparing. The moment evening arrives, a knock on the door was present. Alma goes to answer it and welcomes the guests in. The Madrigal family greeted everyone as dinner begins. The table was long enough to make available spaces. It seems like nobody was on Camilo's side when the Casita itself literally pushed him into a chair and sets it beside the woman he's supposed to marry.

Speaking of, Camilo looked at you. He takes note of your overly pink and puffy outfit, including the cat on your lap that's hissing and glaring daggers at him. Camilo tries to get on with the evening though it also appears that his appetite has vanished. To keep himself entertained, he goes to bother Mirabel who's sitting on his other side.

"Mira look at her"

"Hmm? Wow, that's a lot of pinks"

"I haven't seen her eating any of tía Julieta's food. I guess she would rather starve herself than eat anything that isn't made by her personal chef"

"Seriously, Camilo, I think you're judging her way too much"

"And look at the cat on her lap! It's literally dressed in pink too and is probably allergic to peasants like me-"

"Camilo, is there something you want to say?"

The shapeshifter chokes on his saliva and clears his throat, Alma raised a brow as the male shook his head. Camilo conceals the roll of his eyes as he decides to look at you for a while. He was cringing at the ridiculous amount of pink on your outfit. You looked beautiful, but not enough to make him swoon. He can smell your expensive perfume and see the glimmer of your jumbo jewelry. Camilo sets his eyes away before they got sore from looking at you.

The dinner ends eventually, Camilo really couldn't figure out anything to stop the now inevitable engagement with you. As everyone stood up to clean up, Camilo pushes his chair back to stand but he feels something under his shoe. To his astonishment, he stepped on the end of your pink dress. He winced when he removed it to see a prominent stain on it. Horrified of what will happen, Camilo gulped to look, his heart dropped when he caught you noticing the stain on your pink dress.

Camilo braced himself for the worse, a loud cry, a tantrum, an angry spitting fit. However, none of the worse things he imagined occurred. You silently reached down with a napkin to wipe the stain off your dress. Camilo blinked several times with his mouth agape, he believed that you were going to make a fuss over your stained dress. You turn to him with a sweet smile that made his knees weak. He deeply inhales.

"¡Lo siento, [Name]!"

"Oh! It's nothing, Camilo. Dinner was amazing, Señora Julieta's cooking is splendid"

"I..yeah, glad you enjoyed it"

"I'll meet you again soon, yes?"

"¡S-sí!"

"Adiós Camilo"

You softly greet him goodbye. Camilo's heart skipped beats as he felt like he was looking at heaven incarnate. You acted nothing as he imagined. You were kind, soft-spoken, and downright making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Before he realized it, guilt came flooding inside. Camilo can feel the bad taste in his mouth after shit-talking about you. He shouldn't have judged you that quickly. He needs to make it up to you somehow for painting you into something you're not.

Out of all the things you were expecting, Camilo Madrigal showing up at your home with gifts is not one of them. You assured him that he shouldn't have but he insisted. You and he got to know each other pretty quickly and became close friends despite being wed soon.

It was fantastic to know Camilo Madrigal, you were glad to be given the chance to see who he was. He was what everyone said, charming, handsome, and selfless. You couldn't ask for any other man to be engaged with. He was considerate and fun to be around, you want to know what it feels like to spend a lifetime with him.

Today, you and Camilo took a stroll in your family's large garden, chatting. Your wedding was due in two weeks, you were stuck between excited and nervous. You wanted to feel worthy to be Camilo's wife.

"I can't believe we're getting married soon, [Name]"

"Yeah, it's quite an odd feeling"

"Nervous?"

"Kinda"

Camilo looked at you with worry. He carefully brushed a stray hair out of your face, you gazed at him with flushed cheeks. He inhales.

"Wanna know something [Name]?"

"What is it?"

"When I first saw you, I thought...I thought you were a spoiled brat who's obsessed with pink and is extremely selfish"

He confesses. You couldn't hold back the snort and laugh that came along with it, you wiped the tears in the corner of your eyes and looked at him.

"You're kidding? You believed those rumors downtown?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I very much regret listening"

"It's fine, Camilo, really!"

"When I stepped on your dress that night, I thought I'm about to meet my doom but then you just...wiped it off and I kinda fell for you then and there"

Camilo shyly looks away, bashfully. You felt your heartstrings getting tugged by this, you reach to caress his cheek, it catches him off-guard.

"You're really sweet, Cami"

"Mierda, are you trying to kill a man?"

You laughed at him as he joined in. It was bizarre for Camilo to be so impatient to marry you, he can't wait to slip that ring on your finger.

"Man, I regret talking shit about you back then"

"Oh? That's interesting, what did you say about me, Cami?"

"You know, I called you shit like Señorita malcriada [Name] and a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa-"

"You called her what?!"

Both of you flinched at the unexpected booming voice. A couple of men jump out of the bushes and looked at Camilo with scowls. You gasped.

"Hermanos, what are you-"

"¡Oye chíco! You don't talk to our hermanita like that!"

"This is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to-"

You watched in horror as your brothers decided to pick a fight with Camilo for something he said long ago. You try to deescalate the situation by calling your mother, your mamá marches in with a chancla in hand and scolded your brothers. You rushed to Camilo and checked on him.

"I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know they were eavesdropping"

"Está bien, [Name]. They're right I never should've talked about you like that"

You pout as you rested your hands on his shoulders, he gives you a grin and placed his hand on your cheek, and leaned in. He gives you an unexpected kiss on your cheek as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I should've known you were more under all the pink. I can't wait to marry you"

Camilo says. Marry you, he did. As he slipped the ring on your finger and you took his last name at the altar, Camilo spent the rest of his life in pink with you.

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[peakdeer]

Ello! :D your post intrigued me and I’ve had this hc rattling around in my brain since Witchcraft smp started and I’ve wanted to share but I’ve never had the opportunity.

Ok here it goes. When Scott did the magic thing to try to bring the person he want to back back from the dead it summoned Lady Death (which is Mumza cause she is literally death and I hold her in a vice grip). This ruffles her feathers quite a lot and she starts going oof at him, saying how foolish he is for trying to bring someone back from the dead and such. He then explains to her is his reason to why he did it and beg her to bring his love back. Though it is still a foolish endeavor, her heart is softened by his pleas due to her understanding his pain but can’t just bring people back to life; however she does give him the ability to perform the magic needed to back his love back from the dead. In exchange however, Scott has to give a piece of his soul to her and when he dies his soul is forfeit. He accepts and after a very painful handshake she give him the power of necromancy. This left him with stark white hair also she straight up took a piece of his soul and dipped. He later dyed it black cause it gave him a bad feeling but when he does really powerful magic it will turn a lock of his hair white. I have a n e e d to give every single one of my Scott designs a lock of white. Idk why I just think it looks cool :3

Sorry for the block of text, I am quite excited

Scott wasn’t sure how he’d messed up the spell. It was supposed to bring him back—not whoever this woman with the black hair and the fancy hat and the long dress was. He kind of wished he could send her back now—she’d started ranting at him the instant she appeared, and she hadn’t stopped since.

It wasn’t like it was anything new. It was the same thing he’d heard from the townsfolk in his old village, and the same thing he’d heard from everyone else who knew what he was trying to do. “You can’t bring some one back from the dead, Scott! That’s wrong! You’re upsetting the balance, Scott! You’re so selfish, Scott, dragging them back! That’s weird. You’re creepy. Everyone else who did that suffered worse. What, do you think you’re better than them, Scott?”

And you know what? Scott didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore! None of it mattered!

He just wanted him back.

At least he’d done something right to summon this… woman? She had wings, actually, now that he noticed. Perhaps she was an avian?

Oh well. He flipped through his book, trying to find out how to send her away. Her stature left him feeling dwarfed, and he hated feeling small. He also hated being scolded like he was a child.

If only his stupid book would tell him how to get rid of her!

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” The woman’s voice was clipped, clearly annoyed. Scott glanced up at her once before turning back to his book. He needed to send her away now—

“I said—“ a cold presence strayed his throat, stealing his breath. His eyes darted to the woman—she was clearly more than an avian, more powerful than him even. He—he wasn’t sure if he could send her away. “Are you listening?”

“I am now.” Scott snapped, though it sounded more whiny than he’d meant it to, as if he were a little child being scolded by his mother again.

“What are you doing? You’ve got a circle and everything, do you know how dangerous those are? You could bring back something a whole lot worse than me—” She ranted, waving her arms as if to illustrate her point.

“I’m trying to bring someone back, obviously.” Scott answered her, annoyed. Clearly she already knew what he was doing, so why waste her words? He didn’t regret it. Not at all. Not when it could bring him back.

“You shouldn’t. Life and death is something to be taken very seriously, not with this callous sort of carelessness you’re giving it. Those who die do so in their time, and those who live do so in their time.” She sighed, her eyes piercing into his soul. “People can be brought back,” She admitted guardedly. “At great cost—with the disruption of the balance. It’s not smart, though—you’re still young, you still have life left. When you die, you’ll be reunited. But isn’t it worth it to live, even without him? To have your time above the surface?” She beseeched him.

“I know that. I know—I do!  I’ve heard it all before. But I can’t—I have to bring him back! I have to. I can’t… I can’t live without him.” Scott’s calm voice was quickly falling apart, his vulnerabilities laid more plain than he’d ever cared to have them be before—more than he’d ever even let him see.

“If you know, then why are you asking?” Her face looked hard as stone before she sighed, and the sharp lines of her face softening. “No, I know why. I can’t, though. Well, I could—but I won’t. There is more at work than you understand, little mortal.” Her tone was soft, but the hard truth in it hurt. He couldn’t give him up. Not yet! He’d barely even tried yet!

“Please. You’re clearly affiliated with death—couldn’t you help me?” He pleaded, all his dignity left to rot in the wake of this one chance, this one person who could bring him back when Scott couldn’t.

“I’d love to help you—I would—it’s not like I’ve never done it before—but that’s not how life is supposed to work. It throws off the balance, and doing it once was quite enough. I can’t risk any more.”

His eyes are wide and pleading, the absence of anything but desperation—a human brought to their last reserves, and, if she was reading his trembling correctly, to his knees also. Pity bloomed in her heart for the small, sniveling creature before her. She’d always been too soft on the mortals.

“…I suppose I could do something. But—no—don’t look at me like that. I can’t do it. That would destroy the balance. But… you could. For a price.”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning the human. This wasn’t smart—giving power over death to a mortal? It was unheard of, and decidedly stupid.

But it could work.

And wasn’t she willing? He’d keep trying even if she said no, anyway, and it’s not like she could (or would) take him before his time.

“I don’t give power freely, and I give favours even less so. Had you not managed to summon me, I never would have done this. Nevertheless—I can give you the power to bring things back from the dead, and to kill them again. It will take practice. Control. Effort. It will take more from you than it gives, and every spell will come at a price. But, one day—one day it can bring him back. If it does depends on you, and how far you’re willing to go. Would you risk that—for him? Would you accept that?” She extended the offer cautiously, eyes searching his expression for any sort of greed. She found none.

The human straightened. He still looked shaky—still looked afraid—still looked hopeless. But he was trying, bless his little heart, to look brave. His expression was determined, resolute; his mind already made up. “Yes,” He agreed, his voice clearly shivering but strong enough to be sure.

“Good, because there’s more. I don’t only have to worry about the balance—the other gods would have a fit if they found out, and I can’t have that, not after… Well, you don’t need to know. I have to make this look like I need you—and for that, I need your soul.”

“You need… my soul.” The mortal spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the words.

“Yes. Just a piece—though it’ll all be mine when you die—relax, I’m not a bad goddess. You’ll be fine. You don’t have to take the deal, though—only if you want the power. Only if you want him back that much.” He seemed to take her words as a challenge, as if she were accusing him of not caring enough. Whatever reservation he had left vanished, and his face set into hard lines.

“Yes. Yes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.” His voice was made of the same steel, his decision set. He would not be changing his mind anytime soon. And if he did—when he did—it would be too late.

“Then take my hand.” She stretched it out almost nonchalantly, her fingers hanging daintily in the air, dangling as if moved by an invisible wind. After all—some of the most dangerous things could be the most beautiful, the most inviting.

The mortal reached his hand out, and took it—a mistake, but one she could forgive. Wouldn’t she have done the same thing?

She saw the moment it hit him, the dark power racing up his hand, into his bloodstream, towards his head. Always towards the head, and then the heart. It was a gift, not a curse, though you might call it one. Curses went for the heart first.

She watched him fall, the power all too much for his small, sensitive little body, and unable to cope with that little something extra—his debt.

That little piece of soul.

She was sure, as she watched him shiver and convulse, that she’d take good care of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Scott heaved himself up off the floor, clutching his hand to his chest. Not that it mattered—the pain was in his whole body, equally miserable everywhere. He staggered around the room before his fingers hit the wall, which he gratefully leaned on for balance.

He glanced around, perplexed to see that the Death Goddess was no longer here. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised—deities go as they please, and she’d already gotten what she wanted.

But he had also gotten what he wanted. Or, almost. He had to learn how to, but… he could bring him back. He could! He just had to…

He stormed out of the room in a fury, ignoring the raging pain that caused. He had to get started, had to start studying—he wanted him back as soon as possible. He’d figure out how to do it, and nothing, nothing would stop him.

He nearly walked right past the mirror before he noticed it. Just a flash in his peripheral vision—something white?

He turned, looking at the mirror with a perplexed expression. His reflection looked back at him with the same expression, the same pale-set face and long robes, the same green eyes and… black…

Why was part of his hair white?

He hurried to the mirror, his hand already reaching up and tugging at it. Why was his hair white? His hair was black, and he was still young. None of it should be white!

Had he spilled something on it? Maybe cast a wrong spell? Perhaps—

A wrong spell.

Scott gasped a little, his hand falling to his mouth.

She’d done this. She’d left him a little mark, just enough to remind him of this deal and what he’d agreed to.

Just enough to haunt him.

He stood there staring for a long time until he moved.

He didn’t have time for this. He finally had the power to bring him back and he wasn’t going to waste it on something this silly.

He shot his reflection a dark look as he walked away. He’d just have to dye his hair back later.

The color didn’t match at all.

And if he was honest… it unnerved him. He hated owing people things; it made him feel vulnerable.

And he owed Death herself his soul.

Perhaps he hadn’t thought this through.

No matter—it would all be worth it when Scott got him back.

#wcsmp #scott smajor #wcsmp scott #i am so sorry this is so late #but it's done!!! #now all the other requests!

[theimpalingpen]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐩𝐞𝐧

It has been an increasing trend for people to denote “morally grey” as synonymous with “whiny annoying man in fiction”, which is very amusing to me. I can honestly, get down with an occasional well written pathetic and annoying man, but it’s not morally grey. All squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares, eh?

So, what is true moral grey?

A character whose crimes and wrongdoings can be literarily justified and/or explained in some manner, but is not able to be categorized as a good person.

I should also point out, applying real world morality to all pieces of media removes a layer of character analysis that is essential here. Not all worlds or universes play by the same rules we do, and while certain actions may be unacceptable in our reality, they are on a different subjective scale for the context of a created reality. Keep this in mind!

Now, onto some basic ideas for writing a character who is morally grey.

- Character motivations and intent matter. Good intent with a bad outcome contributes to conflict both within the story and character.

- Affiliations. A character who is a part of a good/greater cause in their universe becomes grayer when their immoral actions are for something considered good. You can easily use this to further complicate the lines because sometimes, there’s no “good guy”, only worse guys.

- Backstory. I hear this one a lot, but I think a lot of people miss the complexity. The mark is missed when you say “oh, bad things happened to this character, which is why he’s a morally gray asshat.” No. Do better than that. How does their past tie directly tie into their current/future actions ?

Example. A character was mistreated by a certain type of authority repeatedly, and in result they have a strong tendency to punish that authority and all authorities that remind them.

Anti-heros and morally grey characters oftentimes are the exact thing they hate. The reasoning why/how they ended up as such and the key of hypocrisy is a great addition.

- Level of awareness. On what level is the character aware of their actions? Are they deluded or are they perfectly aware and comfortable? This is an important question to answer because it factors into sympathy and justifications.

- The arcs and the in-between. By nature, morally grey characters aren’t static. They’re multifaceted and the way they grow and change is incredibly important to the manner which they’re perceived. If you show only one side, then what is the point? They need breaking points and peaks like every other character.

- CONFLICT. MORAL. CONFLICT. Stop making “morally grey” characters who are incredibly easy to agree with at all moments. I personally think it’s really silly that some of these characters are only grey because we know and recognize their actions are bad, and not because they actually take effort and understanding to adore. Make them questionable and uncomfortable at times, because otherwise, what really is the point? It sometimes feels like morally grey is now “morally dark white” instead of “morally light black” LMFAO. Did that make sense? Not technically but I know someone out there gets me. Point being; the same concept with an execution that is not at all the same.

That’s all I’ve got for today, folks. I hope that was helpful to y’all. Let me know!

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[kiribaku-fics-whatever]

Fantasy AU

And Then You by Maplefudge

Dragons live for centuries and it makes little sense to Eijirou that his entire being should gravitate and revolve around only one person for eternity–and so, he’s always thought the idea of soulmates was ridiculous.

That’s until he lays his eyes on Bakugou Katsuki.

ORPHEUS by gumrude

And so yes, it’s not graceful. But there’s a pace, a beat, a steady tempo to it.

They’re different. But equal.

It’s something only Bakugou can match for Kirishima, and only Kirishima can match for Bakugou.

or; bakugou always walks on ahead, and kirishima is the steady support behind him, a sturdy rock

Well-Rounded in All Things by needchocolatenow

Kirishima's missing and Bakugou's on a quest to find him.

A Story About Monsters by AmethystUnarmed

“Some people reported seeing a ‘monster’ in these woods. Heard anything about that?”

The other man’s smile faltered. His eyes widened in what looked like panic.

“Nah, haven’t seen anything like that out here… You sure you’re in the right forest?”

Bakugou had pretty good intuition, but didn’t need it to know this guy was full of shit. He cracked his knuckles, and when he rested his hands down, he rested his palm against the hilt of his sword.

“Uh-huh… You gotta a name?” Bakugou asked. The guy bit his lip.

“I’m Eijirou…” That name rang a bell in Bakugou’s head, but he shoved it away for now.

“Eijirou, you gonna tell me why you’re lying to me?”

or

Bakugou was sent out of the palace to find a monster and stay out of the way of peace negotiations. Instead, he finds a lost prince, and the key to his kingdom’s safety. That is, if curses, bandits, and swamp witches don’t stop him first.

Life’s a Drag(on) by PurplePersnickety

"Sparky," Katsuki turned and laid a hand on Kaminari's shoulder. "I need you to know that the position of Best Man at our wedding is between you and a fucking dragon, so start psyching yourself up to fight for it."

"A what?" Kaminari repeated faintly.

                                           ____________________

Bakugou Katsuki currently experiences three major problems with his life:

1. He helped a dragon with a broken leg once and now it keeps showing up outside his house all the time. 2. He has a huge hopeless crush on the guy with the red hair and the freaky teeth who just moved into the village. 3. He has no idea what to do about either of the above.

Scales Ain’t The Same As Feathers by Julietwasanidiot

Mitsuki launches herself off the horse and towards him, relief slamming through her as she soaks in the warmth of the willowy body of her son in her arms. She’s got a tirade queued up that will have the gods come down from the sky begging to tone it down, but then her eyes fall on the bundle of red scaled wings, white teeth, whiny chirping, and long, long, spiked tail clawing at the crook of Katsuki’s elbow to avoid sliding off to the ground. Katsuki sniffs proudly. “I found me a chicken.”

Or: in which a dragon is mistaken for a chicken for the longest time and Mitsuki clearly never told her child enough legends before bed.

Wild and Free with You by dragontrappedinhumanskin

Bakugo stumbles upon a dragon, and in a whirlwind of events, gets to know Kirishima is so much more than a dragon. He fights with him at his side, trusts him with his life, falls in love with him, and Kirishima falls in love with him too; All while try to get back to his crew he was separated from.

-- Kirishima sped up, swooping up then down, and Katsuki let out a shout of approval, the wind whipping his cloak and hair but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt fucking free and like he could do anything up here.

trust me (to be yours) by kiritime

"I hate every single person you've ever met. From now on the only person you've ever known is me. Only I exist. Got it?"

Kirishima smiles, swallowing before he murmurs, "That's a really tall order," and the king throws his arms out in glee.

"You're learning idioms! You got that from me, right? Do you see how I'm the only person ever?!"

"I didn't learn that from you."

The king looks so horrifically, disbelievingly offended that Kirishima wants to laugh so bad but he's shy, and he'll probably sound very horrible, so all that comes out is a low pleased rumble in his throat. And the king's jaw drops before he throws his arms into the air and falls dramatically back onto the ground.

"I found the coolest damn dragon who smiles like the moon and wants to learn from someone like me and apparently also PURRS. I'm fucking done."

Kirishima flushes a little, consumed by so much warmth that it almost hurts or maybe he's confusing pain with something else, and he reaches out to pat the king's arm except the king gnashes at him when he comes close. "Do not touch me, heathen."

We’re a good match, so let’s start a fire by Claus_Lucas

Kirishima thought he’d mess with this guy by pretending to help him hunt down a dragon, but at this point Kirishima really likes Bakugou and doesn’t know how to admit that he is the dragon.

Maybe if Kirishima can get Bakugou to like him back enough, he won’t be told to fuck off forever.

Burning by mr_todoroki

Bakugou Katsuki was sent on a mission to eliminate a dragon threatening the citizens in the kingdom. Instead he meets Kirishima Eijirou, an obnoxiously useless traveller who has something he's hiding.

there's a space here shaped like you by kingdoms

There is an explosion of smoke and air. Everyone shrieks, hands grabbing at each other. As the smoke begins to clear, they can make out a figure, hunched over, coughing into his elbow. They step back. He looks up.

Fantasy universe Bakugou has crash-landed at UA. Kirishima despairs.

Heart Made For Taking Flight by timetoboldlygo

"You seem like you have a good soul, Bakugou," Kirishima grinned, acting like that was something sensible people said.

"That's the worst reason to save someone's life I've ever heard," Katsuki scoffed. "And I don't have a good soul." He'd know better than anyone.

-

Katsuki trusted things he could see, things he could feel. Things he could back up with his own power. Souls were not included, so he didn't necessarily believe they existed. Really, he didn't even think about them, or hearts, or true love, or any of that bullshit. He didn't know or care if it existed and he didn't need to know, either.

Slowly but surely, one Kirishima Eijirou saves his life, remains by his side, and changes his mind.

#kiribaku #kiribaku fic rec #bnha #the writer rocked #writers #list #bakushima

[cringefaecompilation]

Hope you don’t mind me coming in here and you can delete this if you want. I just want to express something.

One thing I’ve noticed about this whole thing is, when Brennan made a post about Palestine everyone praised and rooted for him, and when Matt makes a post everyone hates him and mocks him. Yes matt brought up his mental health and (from my recollection) Brennan didn’t, but what does that have to do with anything? He (matt) wasn’t making it about himself. CRF donate 25k each 50k in total and explicitly called for ceasefire that should have been enough. Matt said him and Marisha have donated 15k of their OWN money, that sould have been enough. And yes they (cr and matt) have done it a bit clumsily but they still donated and called for ceasefire. That should be enough. Sure, they should have done it earlier but they have now. And yes they could do more but they have already done more than Taylor Swift who is a fucking billionaire. Cr (company and cast) is damned if they do and damned if they don’t. I don’t ever see that changing.

i'd be remiss not to mention it also took dropout months to do something and start a charity auction despite them talking about the SAG-AFTRA strike day one and being dismissive about the massacre in their discord for a bit before adding a channel to aid palestine. it's great that brennan made a post of his own volition but he is just an employee. brennan does not speak for the entire company. sam reich does and it sucks that they chose to stay silent for this long when many people that worked for him were doing the work on their own.

cr and matt have been known to fumble quite a bit with important matters and it's quite literally nothing worth more than an eyeroll and a "at least they're doing something" and not a giant angry speech about how they're a terrible selfish scumbag. anything else is just an internet dick measuring contest. you can be upset about it, but if it's not something like with taika waititi, i don't think it's worth threatening to stop supporting them.

but also i really don't like that whenever someone blows something out of proportion that their favorite celeb isn't doing anything to help, my dash is inundated with posts to the tune of "every single person that talks about wanting celebrities to aid palestine is a whiny white kid trying to play hero, every single last one of them! all of them are white kids with white savior complexes that think retweeting pictures of dead bodies makes them the world's most progressive white person!"

i don't think that helps either. i can also understand also being annoyed at people who traumatize themselves and shame anyone for not doing the same, but there's got to be a balance and unfortunately more people want to "win the argument" so to speak than to step back and wonder if what they're doing is actually helping.

#🍃

[astraltrickster]

Gonna be blunt for a moment here and say that, I know it's been said before a few times but im gonna say it again: even in majority-neurodivergent spaces, some of you out here can be fucking ghoulish toward autistic people who don't fit a very specific Soft Autistic Aesthetic.

Reblogging a million blorbo posts is fine, writing long and complicated meta is admirable, but don't you dare "squee", that died in the 2000s and it's ~so cringe~, and ew, what, your special interest is in military aircraft through history? What are you, some kind of bootlicker? I don’t care that you engage in it in a way that does not and cannot provide any significant cultural or material support to the military, just give it up and fixate on media like the rest of us! But don't make it your whole personality or anything, don't display too much fan merch for anything too mainstream, that's cringe.

Flapping is cute, weighted blankets are a hot gift for anyone, but verbal tics and stims are "annoying upsetting" and "disrespectful" and rocking to self-soothe is "embarrassing", You're Making The Rest Of Us Look Bad.

You can meme all day about being awkward in certain very specific "cute" ways, but if you have trouble starting a conversation and just end up standing on the outskirts and staring, you're "creepy", and if you aren't good at judging when it's your turn to talk and end up interrupting people, well, your neurotype is no excuse for being so rude, if the rest of us can do it then so can you, we'll talk until the cows come home about how everyone has different experiences of neurodivergence but this doesn't count!

Everyone has an internal definition of Good and Bad white noise, of course, but if you have to test out your appliances before you buy them to see which one they'll make, you're a Karen.

Fidget spinners were considered a godsend, a beautiful example of the curb cut effect, until people decided they were "cringe", and then it became "it's only okay if you show us your Neurodivergent Card," and when that didn't stop neurotypicals from demonizing them, everyone who got any benefit from one was Making The Rest Of Us Look Bad.

Stim videos are something Every True Neurodivergent loves, but if you're drawn to messy play as an adult, ugh, stop making excuses to broadcast your OBVIOUS fetish, creep.

Speaking of which, let's look at the way people's brains break when someone's nonsexual sensory quirks and kinks actually do overlap; sure, you can have a kink born of your neurodivergence I guess, but you MUST acknowledge it as A Kink and ONLY A Kink and NEVER indulge it outside of the bedroom. What's the difference between you taking the related sensory play outside of the bedroom and a neurotypical with a footwear kink wearing their favorite boots to the grocery store, why can I recognize that it might not be sexual at all to that person in that context but can't extend the same concept to you? Um, uh, it's, uh - it's just different, just trust me!

Some of you never fully purged the ableist myth that autism is just an excuse rich white boys make to be rude and picky from your internal framework, and it shows - especially when it comes to even mildly expensive or "frivolous" needs. Every Good Valid Neurodivergent has a strong opinion on velvet and soft touch plastic and the smell of yogurt, but if you find dollar store sheets and T-shirts too stiff and scratchy and need softer ones - ugh, that's not a neurodivergent thing, you're just being a whiny little bitch about your expensive taste! Learn to adapt like the rest of us plebs! It's valid to have a strong preference for a single safe food of one specific brand - until it's the most expensive brand in the store, then it's "dammit, stop being a baby and accept the store brand ones, I make do with them just fine, you're just spoiled!" Catholic guilt masquerading as anti-corporatism: now in blatantly ableist flavor!

And, if your communication style clashes with someone else's, it can't possibly be because neurodiversity is, well, diverse; one of you MUST be lying and just pulling some neurotypical bullshit.

To be clear, I'm not saying that the limited acceptance that's there is BAD and we should start REJECTING those more accepted things to level the playing field. That's the opposite of what I'm saying, in fact! I'm really glad weighted blankets are more accessible than they used to be - curb cut effect, babey! - and that media-related special interests are getting at least somewhat better understood...even if I'm not fond of how media companies are abusing the phenomenon, but that's another complaint for another day.

But holy fucking shit we have a long way to go, even in majority neurodivergent spaces.

You're not taking a brave stand against Karens co-opting the language of disability advocacy to demand the world bow to them and force other marginalized people out of public life when you hold people to this standard. You're not stopping rich white men from destroying the world and using their diagnosis as a shield. You're just using them - and the stereotype that claims MOST autistic people are Like That (but not you, of course, You're One Of The Good Ones) - as an excuse to treat random-ass strangers as an outlet for your internalized ableism.

Knock it off.

#disability #serious tag #internet culture #internet etiquette #fandom #<- most of this may not be specifically about fandom #but it's going in the fandom tag anyway because that's one majority-neurodivergent space it's VERY relevant to

[formulatrash]

i have to be real in light of your lewis and lando post, but there is something about the way, even people with good intentions, have been treating drivers of color lately that rubs me wrong as a person of color.

i have seen a lot of people lately call out the way drivers like yuki or lewis get framed as hot-headed or too aggressive or whatever other racist stereotype after being justifiably angry or frustrated on the radio, while white drivers largely get away with it being "heat of the moment" or at worst they're being whiny or something. and i do agree with that. it seems like drivers of color are expected to be like these sweet and docile characters to get the same respect that their white counterparts do.

but then i see, usually in reference to lando, but i've seen it with other drivers like daniel, george, and even bottas too, these fans trying to dictate who lewis can support or spend time with. i know if you've seen the recent drama, you have probably seen 100 variations of "i wish lewis would stop being so supportive of lando, lando never has anything nice to say about him" — which taking away that not even being true, what really gives fans the right to think they should dictate who lewis is or isn't allowed to hang out with or support? lewis is a grown man capable of making these decisions on his own, and even if he does have a problem with something lando says and feels that it impacts their friendship or work acquaintanceship or whatever relationship they feel they have — they're adults who actually know each other and see each other most weekends, not one having a parasocial relationship with the other who doesn't even know they exist — he can communicate that problem to lando. he doesn't need 10,000 fans telling him who he is and isn't allowed to like.

it's infantilizing and it's insulting. drivers, and more generally, people of color should be allowed to feel and express emotions without others trying to police them and say they're expressing themselves wrong, they need to be more gentle, etc. but on that same note, drivers of color should be allowed to choose who they want to support or hang out with without others trying to police that either.

we're autonomous adults. things like racism? definitely call that out and make sure that person doesn't get away with it. things people perceive as "disrespect" when 9 times out of 10 in f1 it's just banter or — heaven forbid, even an accurate statement — people don't need to feel "disrespected" on behalf of lewis and then try to tell lewis, a grown man capable of making his own judgment calls, who he's allowed to support or spend time with. i can guarantee f1 fans that this whole infantilizing, "we're not autonomous beings capable of making our own decisions" attitude is just as offensive regardless of if it's in regards to our decisions on how we express our feelings or who we hang out with. f1 fans in general need to understand that and start treating and recognizing people of color as autonomous beings who don't need our emotions and friendships policed, just let people of color live jfc

my sincerest apologies in advance if this comes across as rude because you personally have not said anything to make me feel this way, but i have saw so many horrid takes lately and i don't understand how people can be upset by the radio reputation situations and then think treating drivers like this and trying to police who they are even allowed to be around anymore is ok.

hello,

apologies, I only just got around to reading through all this because my brain is extremely slow but like, firstly I think this is an important perspective to consider and secondly, people really just generally need to police other people's interactions less. like do I love that Lewis is friends with Brad Pitt? no because he's. a documented abuser. so that's a bummer. but 'guy who is literally one of his younger work peers' seems less of an issue by quite a long way. the drivers do not spend all day beefing each other just because their fans do, even George and Max hang out and honestly, just as well for Max his car is so fast because otherwise George would be terrorising him every weekend.

#f1 asks

[winns-stuff]

Hi, how are you?So about that live action little mermaid blog,I'd reaaalllllly like to know if these b***h a$$ whiny babies crying and peeing their pants over the fact that a black woman was cast for the role of an originally white character , and blaming it on "woke culture","pandering" etc , put the same energy when scarlett johansson played an originally asian character, or when princess tiana's dark skin tone was changed to a light tan in wreck it ralph 2

Or any other time when mediocre white folks were put into various different positions because of nepotism and white favouritism.

hello hello! I’m doing well thanks for asking and omg, thank you! I’m tired of everyone coming out of the woodworks with this whole “woke culture” thing and whining about pandering when there’s been so many times where black and brown characters have been whitewashed by drawings, designers, fandoms, and even reboots. It’s so tiring as a black person to hear about people absolutely hating Halle for playing Ariel and complaining on how it’s not accurate even though there’s been several times where white people have played the roles of characters who were supposed to be people of color or better yet, gotten a much lighter or white passing person of color to represent us. Where are all the people screaming about this skin color issue then? Where’s all the outrage? And speaking of the stories not being accurate if you wanna talk about accuracy surrounding the little mermaid there’s literally no fucking correlation to the original vs the disney version. The original had a tragic ending where “Ariel” was doomed to live on the sea in pain and agony, banished from the oceans and never seeing her family again, while Prince “Eric” falls for another woman. The story was never fucking accurate and there’s probably more fucking inaccuracies in the disney version too but I see no one checking disney or anything for it. Also, no it isn’t fucking pandering, Halle is a very talented singer and her voice is just as angelic as the original singer for Ariel was, that’s why she was picked for the role.. It’s so insulting how people really just determined she only got picked because she’s black, everyone’s talking about forced diversity and how everything seems too fake even though they are the only ones with that sort of mindset. Also, Sebastian the Crab was black.. His voice actor was black he was representing a black man. Y’all are fine with black people being depicted as fucking sidekicks for white princesses and side characters but you draw the line when we’re on the damn screen as the heroine for once? Get the fuck over yourselves at this point please admit you’re a racist because it’s way less infuriating than saying the most disgusting things about black people and desperately trying to convince everyone that you’re not. Stop being fucking delusional and smell the damn roses.

Anyways, I’m sorry for getting aggressive none of that was aimed towards you by the way I hope it doesn’t seem like that cause I enjoyed your take and it was very well articulated, agree with everything you said! This topic is just very aggravating to me because you just see all of these beautiful little black girls being excited about seeing someone who looks like them being a beautiful princess and being the star of the show and you feel so overjoyed because let’s be real, we all have only one princess each to represent us. By all I mean every person of color, and the next generation deserves to have more people who looks like them be the heroine. They deserve to be seen as wizards and everything else too, why does it always have to go to the white people? Why do they have a place in fantasy and no one else? Why can’t we have an escape too? It’s just getting tiring.

#little mermaid #black mermaid #halle bailey #personal rant

[karlnapity]

The Reams of Gray Stencil That Fill the Tapestry

Stop & Go! is, by all accounts, the most interesting thing this side of the state. It is, in other words, just about the most boring thing on the planet.

You are one of a few miserable and unenviable people tasked with manning the cash registers and dealing with the few unsavory types on their way to whatever the fuck there is to do on the outskirts of Utah.

You got the job your senior year of high school when you decided it might be worth saving up for something better than your mom’s old SUV, and your options were slim.

You’ve somehow managed to avoid being fired thus far— even though you’ve been stealing candy bars for a long time, now— and that is how you find yourself in your sophomore year of college.

You’ve just got on shift and already dealt with yet another family with a couple whiny children begging for Reeses before they pile back in the minivan and continue on their way to Bumfuck, UT, when the bell on the door rings.

As with most customers, you do spare him a passing glance.

The man is one of the odd ones. You spend so much of your day dealing with impatient mothers and fathers and middle-aged truckers that it’s almost a thrill when you get someone really, truly weird.

Almost. You sigh.

The man must be in his forties or fifties, though you can’t quite tell if you’re not just being thrown off by the stark white streak at the front of his hair. He’s wearing a trench coat unbefitting of the heat, and he looks like a man who’s found the world’s shittiest oasis in the midst of a desert.

He peruses the aisles like he’s never seen anything like it, eyes wide and a smile to match. You swear you hear him giggle to himself a few times. You finally understand what they mean when they say ‘kid in a candy store,’ and this man is just looking at the expired twinkies.

You’re idly wondering whether you should say to hell with it and snag some of the cigarettes behind the counter and take up smoking. You need a vice if you’re gonna stick it out another six months. Or a raise. You could also go with a raise.

Your attention’s pulled away when the man starts heading towards the back room.

“Uh, sir, that room’s only for employees,” you call.

“Oh, that’s alright then. I work here.”

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that. You almost snort to yourself about the idea of a Brit working at a gas station in rural Utah.

“Uh, no you don’t, sir.”

He frowns.

For all the weirdos you’ve dealt with on this job, you’ve had it easy. You’ve never had anyone malicious, for the most part, just tired people looking to be done with whatever trek they’re making across the state.

This guy is the first to make you really, truly weirded out.

“Check,” he says, and you don’t protest, if just to get into the back and out of his view.

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“Wilbur Soot.”

And… fuck. His name is right there. You can’t believe you’ve never noticed it before.

You duck back out and give him what’s more of a grimace than a smile. He beams. “You got a uniform?”

>

Wilbur Soot is perhaps the oddest coworker you’ve dealt with, and you dealt with Kevin, who is the only person you’ve ever met who actually ate the expired jerky. Wilbur doesn’t have any predispositions for expired foodstuffs that you’ve seen, but that doesn’t quite put him any higher on your list.

For one, there’s the issue of his age. His I.D. lists him as twenty-four, but you know just from looking at him that that cannot be true. When you asked him, you just got a blank stare. You left it at that.

For another, it appears he was hired… two years ago. The day after he clocks in for the first shift you’ve overseen, you get a frantic call from your manager and a few near-shouted questions about “Are you sure that’s Wilbur Soot?” and “I thought the guy was fucking dead!”

You spend the rest of your shift looking up any information online you can find. There’s next to nothing, not even a social media page other than a Twitch account that last saw activity in 2014. You sigh.

“Yo, Wilbur?” You ask when he comes in for his next shift. To be honest, you weren’t quite sure if you’d ever see him again. Utah has its fair share of cryptids, and while you don’t particularly hold stock in such beliefs, you figure stranger things have happened.

He makes a sort of questioning hum.

“Uh. I got a call this morning saying the last time the store saw you was like two fuckin’ years ago? They said you wandered into the desert?”

He clicks his tongue a few times. “I guess that is what they’d think, huh?”

You don’t get any more answer than that. You decide to cut your losses.

>

There’s something about Wilbur that makes him look regal even in the company-issued baseball caps. It takes you a few days to pin it down, but you settle on his posture, eventually.

There’s something about the way he holds himself, his ramrod-straight back and the seriousness in which he regards everything. When he fixes his attention on someone, you can almost physically see them quail.

He has a sort of self-importance entirely unfitting of someone working at a Utah gas station, is what you’re saying.

“Wilbur?” You ask.

“Yes?” He responds with, raising his eyebrows but not moving his attention from the candy bars he’s restocking.

“Throw me a box of those mints?” You ask, and then flail when he sends them your way. You only barely manage to catch them before they hit you square in the face. “Shit, man! You ever considered becoming a sharpshooter with that aim?”

He chuckles. “I guess I was pretty good at bow and arrow, once.”

You pop a mint in your mouth. “What? When?”

“Ah. Long time ago.”

You wonder how long you’ll give him before you start demanding more details.

>

It’s a slow day and you’re rambling about something or other while Wilbur restocks shelves and you realize he’s staring at you. You falter, wonder if there’s something wrong.

He clears his throat and looks away awkwardly. “Sorry, it’s just… it’s just that you remind me of my little brother.”

You nod. “Oh yeah? How old is he?”

He stammers, laughs a little. “That’s, uh… it’s a little complicated.”

You nod again, slowly, as though that makes any fucking sense, and before you can ask any other questions there’s a customer to help. You never do get clarification.

>

“Where’d you get that ratty thing, anyway?” You motion to the coat he wears like a second skin, even over his uniform. He smiles fondly, gives you a spin to show it off.

“It’s a long story.”

“Most things are with you,” you snark. He shrugs.

“You have no idea how true that is.” He sighs. “It’s passed through quite a few people, now. My friend Niki had it last, I think. She gave it back a few months ago.”

“Ah, an heirloom.” You mean it as a joke, but he just seems to consider it and nod.

“Something like that.”

>

“Hey, Wilbur?” You’re restocking the sodas.

“Hm?”

You throw him a ginger ale and take one for yourself. “You’re old enough to be a parent, right? You got any kids?”

“Yes, a son. His name is Fundy.”

You barely resist wrinkling your nose at the name, wondering where it came from. “Yeah? He with the other parent?”

“Ah, no. She swam away, I’m afraid.”

You open your mouth, about to ask whether that’s some butchered “fish in the sea” joke, but you don’t get the chance.

>

You gleam more details, over time. You’re not quite sure if you’re any closer to unraveling him or if you’re only more lost. It’s certainly more interesting that whatever you’re supposed to be doing, in any case, if a little more disconcerting and a lot more confusing.

You quit in the spring. You buy your car. You give Wilbur a goodbye hug, him and his ratty coat.

You promise you’ll see him again and tell him he deserves a better job than running the gas station alone.

He smiles. “I think this is exactly where I want to be.”

#be quiet i'm writing #wilbur soot #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur soot finale #dream smp lore #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #dsmp lore #dsmp wilbur #tommyinnit #niki nihachu #fundy #wilbur #tommy

[rachel-bloom]

Fun Charmed challenge to get your mind off real life - and also because I miss talking about the show! 1. How would you rank all eight seasons from your favorite to least favorite? I always struggle with this because as much as I love the Prue seasons, S5 and S6 have a very special place in my heart and are in some ways even more rewatchable to me! 2. How would you rank the four sisters from your favorite to least favorite? I know it's hard because they're all such wonderful women in their own ways :) 3. Favorite sister relationship, e.g. Prue/Piper, Prue/Phoebe, Piper/Phoebe, Piper/Paige or Phoebe/Paige? 4. Favorite and least favorite romantic relationship? 5. UOs about the show that we promise not to make fun of you for?! Have fun, and I hope real life starts treating you as well as you deserve!

oof difficult because i haven't rewatched in ages but in general i would rank the first three seasons in the first place 'cause nostalgia and prue and good iconic episodes (s2 was a little snoozy for me because of dan but it still has a lot of good episodes) and then close ly followed by s4 & s5. s6 is like neutral to me, it has some good episodes but i don't particularly care about the season since it's very chris heavy and i don't like his whiny "mememe i have daddy issues" ass. s7&8 would be last cause billie & christy, s8 is a little better than s7 cause the series finale but all in all a very meh season and not comparable to early days magic but i still love it if it makes sense? like i love both sister pairings for different reasons, but i just think billie/christy being the big evil they had to fight as their last fight was a bit lame and the end battle was rather underwhelming too

- piper - phoebe - paige - prue

(i love all of them but personality wise i relate most to piper and phoebe, while paige is the complete opposite of me i still love her and honestly prue is iconic and i love her but she would piss me off in rl especially in season 1 lmao and i'm probably the least like her but still got a lot of love for her

3. tuff question, it really depends on my mood but i think rn i would say phoebe/prue cause i just love to see how it develops from phoebe coming back from NY and them not getting along to slowly becoming as close as ever and prue being the best big sister there is constantly worrying about her "i can worry about my little sister can i??? don't ever stop 🥺🥺 always gets me

4. favourite relationship piper x leo handsdown, there will never be another iconic tv relationship as them it's just law i've loved them ever since i watched it as a child before i even knew what otp was and least favourite while i'm tempted to say phoebe/cole there were just too many annoying ass men who were dating paige but far too insignifcant to mention but also i don't like dan with piper sorry not sorry he's staler than a slice of white bread

5. idk i dont think i have much unpopular opinions about the show i think a lot of people dont like the later seasons, oh HOLD on. i hate chris with my absolute every fibre of my being and ik this will piss a lot of people off but he's just a whiny little punk ass bitch and people will drag down the sisters bc they didnt trust him immediately like HELLO they were trained not to trust strangers since season 1 also they didnt know he was pipers son you stupid fuck also i hate him because he messed with piper x leo and he was always mad cause wyatt >>>>> like sorry youre boring but wyatt will always be better than ur sorry ass (sorry i got a little carried away)

#answered #tyyyyy this was fun