#like it breaks the flow but i don't want to erase it

[rafeandonlyrafe]

another chance

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ex!bf rafe, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, drinking/partying, mentions of drugs

“have you noticed his new girl is y/n’s twin?” kelce whispers to topper, who just nods in response. rafe claims that he’s completely over you, that he’s glad you broke up with him and he’s not harboring any sort of resentment over the fact that you left him.

“its so weird.” kelce continues, taking a sip of his drink, watching as rafe holds the new girl around the waist, but he barely looks at her, like if he keeps her in his peripheral vision that he can pretend its you, instead of the first girl he found whose features resemble yours.

“hes getting fucked up all the time now too. he showed up for golf the other day completely strung out.” topper informs kelce, who frowns.

they both know that there is nothing they can do, they don’t want to force you to get back with rafe if you don’t want to, especially with the state he’s in. rafe grabs the bottle of booze he was pouring into his cup repeatedly, forgoing the plastic solo cup in favor of drinking straight out of the bottle.

“rafey, are you gonna take me up to your bed?” the girl asks, no so subtly begging to be fucked by him.

“don’t call me that.” rafe grunts. only you can call him by that nickname, even if you did break his heart.

“are you going to fuck me or not, cameron?” she questions.

“not.” rafe says honestly. he thought it would help, to get it out of his system, to take a new girl to bed, but when he tried to kiss someone at the first party he attended after you, it made him so sick he had to leave. she didn’t look like you, she didn’t smell like you, she didn’t act like you. she wasn’t what rafe wanted.

“fine, then im leaving.” the girl stomps away, like anything could compare to you leaving. rafe finishes the rest of the bottle before flopping down on the couch, letting the alcohol flowing through his system lull him into unconsciousness.

--

“you deserve to go out and party as much as he does y/n.” stephanie sighs, trying to convince you to join her tonight at the huge beach bash, but you don’t want to risk running into rafe.

“i know, i just don't want to see him with another girl.” you sigh. you may have been the one to break it off with rafe, but you weren't fully over him yet.

“maybe you need to get with one of the turons.” stephanie shrugs. “you know what they say, to get over you gotta get under…”

“that actually might not be a bad idea.” you admit. maybe it's what you need to get rafe out of your system. a random hookup with someone you'll never see again to erase the memory of his touch from your body.

“so does that mean you're coming?” stephanie asks hopefully.

you nod, already planning what you're going to where tonight. “it does.”

--

“shit, remind me to take you out for ice cream or something to thank you for convincing me to come out tonight.” you tell stephanie, stumbling away from the main dance area with your best friend.

“girl, i knew you needed this!” she exclaims, taking a sip of her cup before frowning, realizing it's empty.

“ill go get us refills, hold on.” you are a lot less drunk than stephanie, so you guide her to sit down before heading to find more alcohol to fill both your cups, wanting to enjoy tonight as much as possible.

you finally find a plastic folding table with some bottles on it, and quickly refill both your drinks before turning, gasping when you run right into someone.

“y/n.” rafe gasps out, his eyes bloodshot like he's been crying. he drops to his knees before before you, making you raise your eyebrows. “i miss you so much. please take me back, ill do anything, ill-” rafe begins to beg, his words slurred as it's obvious he's been drinking.

“rafe.” you cut him off eventually. rafe stops speaking, hands coming to rest on the back of your calves as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you're drunk.”

“no, no, no.” rafes head drops, leaning to press kisses along your knees. “im drunk but im serious. please, just give me another chance, ill do anything.”

you frown, hating seeing rafe this way. you broke up with him because you thought he spent too much time getting high and needed to get control of his temper, and didn't know what you could do to help that beside let him work through it by himself. 

“anything, y/n.” rafe continues, his hands gripping your legs so tightly. you glance up, looking at all the people at the party staring at you, probably shocked that rafe would get on his knees and beg for anyone to come back.

“you need to stop doing drugs as often.” you state to rafe, making sure to keep your voice low enough to not have it in earshot. “and you gotta work on not getting so angry at the pogues. i don't care that you hate them but you can't constantly be getting into fights.”

“done.” rafe says, nodding his head. “i just need you. ive been a mess without you.”

“we can give it another shot.” you say, and rafes shoots to his feet, his lips pressing against yours. you set the cups down on the table next to you before kissing back, hearing a smattering of whoops and cheers as you make out, your head turning dizzy like the alcohol on rafes tongue is affecting your own.

“i need you, please.” rafe says, and you know exactly what he's asking for. it's what you've been desperately craving from him as well. your bodies were beyond compatible, and you know no boy would compare, so even in the period that you were broken up, you didn't even bother trying to sleep with anyone.

“i have to find stephanie.” you tell rafe, knowing you need to check your friend is good before doing anything, but you loop your fingers through rafes and tug him behind you until you get back to the main dance area, seeing topper with his arm slung around stephanies waist while she grinds against him.

“see she's good.” rafe says, his voice husky, and you know that he's already getting turned on just from the thought of having you again.

you let rafe lead you to his truck, parked in a somewhat isolated spot, but you don't care at this point if people see you as you both climb into the back seat.

“thank you for giving me another chance.” rafe says, his eyes shiny in the low lighting. “i missed you so much. i was such a wreck, but i didn't sleep with anyone else even though we were broken up. i only wanted you.”

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips against his, stroking your fingertips over his jaw. “i missed you too.”

“wanna show you how much it means to me.” rafe says, guiding you backwards until your back is against the seat. “that you're giving me a second chance.” his lips skim over yours before he moves lower, schooching down the seat until he's resting between your legs. he takes the bottom of your skirt and pushes it up, revealing your panties.

“you really do gotta-” your speech is cut off with a gasp when rafe presses his lips against your underwear, kissing your cunt through the fabric. 

“gotta what baby?” rafe asks, moving to kiss along your thighs as well, his teeth occasionally making an appearance as he drags them against your skin, nipping when you open your mouth to reply.

“gotta get your shit together since im giving you a second chance.” you finally finish your sentence.

“oh, i will baby.” rafe says, rubbing his fingertip over your center, smirking to himself when he sees the fabric dampened with your wetness. “i went so crazy without you, id do anything to not lose you again.”

“take them off, please.” you whine. rafe tugs at your panties, sliding them down your legs until he has to guide them over your heels. he takes the material and scrunches it up, tossing it onto his drivers seat. “i’m keeping those.” he informs you.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile, reaching down to rub your thumb against his cheekbone. 

rafe sighs with relief into your touch, leaning his head against your hand. “i’ve missed your taste.” he licks his lips, eyes on your core.

you spread your legs as much as you can in the back of the truck, wishing momentarily that you were having this reunion in a bed, but you know rafe wouldn’t be able to wait that long.

rafe doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, burying his head between your legs. his wide tongue flicks through your folds, licking over your cunt before swirling around your clit.

“god, you’re so good at this.” you moan out, moving your hand to rafes hair, taking the strands between your fingers to keep his face shoved into your cunt, not that he plans on stopping any time soon.

rafe sucks at your clit, feeling rewarded by coaxing moans out of you. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing your delicate flesh between his fingertips.

rafe moves his mouth lower, letting out obscene sounds as he slurps the wetness away from your hole before pushing his tongue against the ring of muscle. he begins to thrust immediately, pushing his tongue in and out of your entrance, giving you the first stimulation you’ve had since you broke up.

“the sweetest taste.” rafe says when he pulls away slightly to kiss along your inner thighs. “i don’t know how i lived without it.”

“you know what my plan was for tonight?” you hum, needing more from rafe, even as his mouth drops back around your clit. “to get with a random turon to help myself get over you.”

you feel rafe pause, his entire body stilling before his eyes raise to make contact with yours. “you were going to sleep with someone else?”

“i couldn’t get over you, i had to do something.” you say, knowing exactly what rafes reaction will be as he rises, wanting to draw that fire and passion out in him. it didn’t matter that you were the one who broke up with rafe, you thought at the time it would be better for both of you, but now you know you can’t live without him.

rafe moves quickly, his strong hands gripping your hips and turning you over. you quickly adjust, pushing up on your elbows as you place your knees on the seat, arching your back to show off your cunt.

rafe releases himself from his shorts, tugging them down his thighs before he lines himself up, sinking in with one quick stroke. your walls meld to his cock, still feeling like you were made for him.

“imagining me sleeping with another guy has really got you worked up, huh?” you question, breath coming out in a pant as rafe instantly begins to thrust.

“shut up.” rafe groans, hips snapping forward into yours. “you’re mine. you’re never leaving me again.”

“yeah?” you question, bringing your ass back to meet rafes thrusts. “gonna get clean for me? gonna get it together?”

“anything for you.” rafe vows, glancing out the windows to make sure no one is looking as he takes you from behind, not that they would be able to see through the tint anyways.

you moan as rafe grabs your ass, relieved to finally have him inside of you again as his cock repeatedly enters you. rafe knows he can’t last very long, having been so desperate for you that he can’t hold himself back as your cunt clenches around him.

“feels so good rafey.” you whine.

“call me that again.” rafe says, needing to hear the nickname slip from between your lips again.

“rafey.” you call out. rafe flips you yet again, this time onto your back as he immediately reenters you, moving too fast for you to comprehend until his mouth is pressed against yours in a searing kiss.

“again, please.” rafe mumbles against your lips, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb as he thrusts rapidly, knowing your next moan is going to send him over the edge.

you place your hands on the back of his head, giving him a strong kiss as he plays with your clit, your orgasm building as well. you pull away when you can’t hold back the moan anymore, “oh god, yes, rafey.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder as he cums, pumping into you throughout his high as his thumb finally brings you to orgasm as well, clit pulsing as you both pant, letting out low moans and groans as your bodies come down.

rafe presses kisses to your cheeks, your jaw slackened open, still recovering. “i’ve missed your pussy so much.” rafe says before looking down, watching himself pull out.

“come here.” you whine, hating that he’s pulled away. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his pants before hovering over your body again, cuddling into your shoulder. it’s an awkward position, legs askew and body parts pressing against the doors of the truck.

“can i take you home? i want to hold you while i sleep, make sure i don’t let you go again.” rafe says, willing to beg if he needs to.

“of course.” you stretch out your sore muscles, eyelids already feeling heavy, but you know you just have to wait for rafe to drive you home before you can sleep.

it’s not awkward despite the time away from each other as you move to the front seat, making sure to text stephanie, who quickly responds with a picture of herself in toppers bed, making you giggle.

“i love you.” rafe blurts out, unable to not tell you when hearing your laugh.

“i love you too.” you lean over to kiss rafe on the cheek as he drives you back to his house, but you are already home as his fingers link with yours.

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[saturnsorbits]

Wingman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kaminari is an insecure idiot, Breeding, Oral(ish), Light Choking, V. v. v Slight FemDom, Saturnari Coded. Word Count: 7.5k.

Summary: Kaminari has always been the wingman, but with you, he wants to be anything but...

Coming out tonight was a bad idea.

Through some miracle, the whole gang has managed to swing the same night off, a rarity that Kaminari should be enjoying, but even as he watches all his friends cut loose, he can't say he shares in their excitement.

Slouched in the back of a booth, he nurses his fourth drink. It had taken almost twenty minutes to convince everyone to go have fun without him. He'd fed them all the usual excuses – that he was tired, his new shoes where a touch tight, he was too busy scouting for girls and didn't want them hanging around to ruin his vibe. It had been the last one that had sold it, which was ironic. Kaminari shifts to itch the back of his calf with the point of a shoe. He'd be okay here, camped out in the corner with nothing, but a drink and a sinking sense of disappointment.

In the middle of the club, Kirishima has his arms wrapped around Bakugo's neck. His nose is pressed to his cheek, lips barely a millimetre from pale skin as to better whisper low to him. Around them, a steady flow of interceptors try, and fail, to slip between them.

Sero is at the bar. He leans lazily against it, an elbow dug into hardwood at an angle that just lets him hold his drink without dropping it. Already, there's a semi-circle of women around him. They touch him in the absent way one touches something they want to own. He doesn't stop their advances.

Somewhere out there is Mina, too, but she moves too quick to spot. Flitting between groups of people, she dazzles anyone who so much as glances in her direction without pausing to tarry on just one conquest.

Then... There's you.

Kaminari finds his gaze drifting, naturally, until he finds you. He's just keeping an eye on you. Or, at least that's what he's telling himself. He can see Sero looking too, and the occasional glances Bakugo spares you before he's twirled away and forced to break his line of sight. Mina, as well, he's seen it and even though Kirishima thinks he's being subtle, he's not.

He wonders which of them you want. Which you'd let take you home and touch, delicate, against your skin. You could have any of them, that much is for sure, but that doesn't stop the acidic burn that washes his throat when he thinks about his own odds. With friends like his, Kaminari has long since come to terms with always being the last choice.

'Kami!' You slip into the booth ass first and almost, almost, lose an inch of your gin. Righting the glass, you tap your shoulder playfully against his, reveling in the way the muscle of his bicep twitches with the contact.

Kaminari sighs, running a finger around the lip of his glass. At this point, he figures it'll just be less painful to beat you to the punch. 'So go on.' He fixes his smile back into place, erasing the edges of a frown and looks out at the mess of people on the dance floor. 'Who's your type?'

'Huh?'

'Which one?' He pretends to have already suffocated the wisp of hope alight in his chest and forces a chuckle up his throat. He wiggles his eyebrows at you while almost white-knuckling his drink. 'Because Sero'll take you home like yesterday, but he's got metal in his... Y'know, so if that's not your bag you might want to try one of the other two... Maybe, both?' He cocks his head, smirks without the mirth. 'Or, fuck, do you want Mina's number?' His intonation spikes towards the end, curiosity and panic bleeding into his tone.

'I don't want any of them...' You frown and shake your head, moving to lay a hand on his shoulder, but just before your fingers can play against the cuff of his t-shirt, he moves.

'C'mon. You don't have to play coy with me.' Shoulders tensing, he tries to steady the beating of his heart. The small fire in his chest is still kindling, burning hope bright and sure. Best not to let you touch him until it's extinguished then - he'd only be letting himself get the wrong idea. 'I am supposed to be the wingman and all that...'

'Kaminari.' His ignorance is endearing. There's a pinkness on his cheeks that makes you want to kiss them, but you'll have to get to the root of the reason he won't let you get close if you're looking to live out that fantasy.

Unperturbed, Kaminari continues on with each of his words stinging like small splinters wedged under his skin. It's not like he hasn't done this before, helped one of his friends hook up with the object of his desire, but you – you're different. He likes you. 'Personally, I'd say try your luck with Kirishima first if you're not up for handling a bit of a brat, Bakugo can be -.'

'Kaminari -.'

'And Mina! Well, Mina's...'

'Kaminari, I don't want any of them.'

Kaminari tenses. No. Don't do that. He doesn't want you to fan the flames, doesn't think he can take being swallowed alive by that fire tonight. The tone that lifts from his tongue is sharp, cracking like a whip between you. 'I said you don't have to do that -.'

It only makes you smile. 'Denki...' You coo. Then, when he tucks his chin to his chest, you lift it with a finger and force him to look: to see.

'Baby.'

'Huh?'

'I said.' You keep hold of his chin and make him watch your mouth as you speak, enunciating every word as clearly as you can. 'I don't want any of them...'

'Oh...' He nods despite having not digested any of your words. Until... His jaw drops, mouth rounding. 'Oh.'

The tip of his nose has pinkened, glowing soft in the dim lights of the club and his eyes are shining, golden half-moons bright as they flicker subconsciously from your eyes to your lips and then back again.

Cocking your head, you chuckle. 'You can't really expect me to buy that you don't know when you're being hit on?'

'I – Women don't usually...' He trails off as embarrassment coils low in his gut. Once upon a time, he'd fancied himself a ladies man, but by the end of high-school he'd been made aware that promiscuity was simply a dream for him. He'd been the last to lose his virginity and even then, he's pretty sure Camie fucked him out of pity. A familiar swirl of uneasiness whips around his stomach as the ever-present tendrils of insecurity wiggle and twist. 'I mean – Have you seen my friends?'

You snort, refusing to give him an inch. 'Have you seen yourself?'

You laugh and Kaminari thinks he'll never have to listen to music again. 'I don't – I'm not.'

Shaking your head, you press a finger to his lips and smirk. 'Mr. If I hear one more stupid thing fall out of your mouth I'm gonna have to kiss it.'

He chuffs before he's able to stop it, one million dull insults swelling in his chest. He never was good at saying the right thing and people have always been too keen to point it out. 'Gonna be kissing me a lot then.'

'Yeah?' A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest at the thought of stealing multiple of his kisses. It makes your shoulders tight and your stomach feel light.

Kaminari nods. 'They don't call me Dunce Face for -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. Just as you'd promised. It's a soft thing, a barely-there graze of lips, but he reels back from it almost breath-taken. Reaching up, you play with a strand of blond falling from his fringe and wait, patiently for his brain to catch up with the situation. Truth be told, you've had your eye on Kaminari for a while, but when even your blatant flirting at the last squad BBQ hadn't been enough to convince him of your interest, you'd decided to take more divisive measures.

An airy chuckle breaks Kaminari's lips. 'I might have to say stupid stuff more often, because – mmhmph.'

You kiss him again.

'I don't just get kisses when I say something stupid though, do I -.'

And again.

This time, he lets himself sink. He's still not really sure what's going on. Maybe one of the others put you up to this, to make this night one to remember – but, as your mouth migrates from his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and neck, he struggles to dwell on whatever scheme has lead to him being here. A dull pressure slips easily up his thigh, skating over the ripped denim of his jeans until he can feel your fingers curl at the join of his thigh. Spit sticks in his throat, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch, to curl around your arm and hip. 'I -.' He reels back with a heaving chest. The words tumbling from his mouth before he can catch them. 'I can't – don't – I don't want...'

You flinch back as if burnt.

The absence of your body crowding against his makes his entire chest feel cold, but he pushes on, tripping over his thoughts as he goes. 'I – fuck – Okay. So I think, I think you're... I think you're so fucking pretty, like wow, like holy shit you're – you're incredible, okay, but I don't... I can't, if you...' He looks down, then back up at where Sero is standing at the bar.

The other man looks at him, cocks an eyebrow and smirks, just enough to still seem nonchalant.

'If you're looking for a one night stand or something, then – then you're better off taking Sero home.' Squeezing an eye shut, he braces for impact – ignoring the pain that flares in his chest when he thinks of you slipping back out of the booth. He's gotten a taste now. He's not sure how he's supposed to ever forget about that.

'Kaminari, you fucking moron.' You blink and shake your head, ignoring the flittering anger that bubbles steady in your chest.

'Huh?' Cocking his head, Kaminari is almost wounded by the idea that – should he not feel as though he's just stumbled into something remarkably more serious – he'd be getting a kiss for whatever idiocy has just fallen out of his mouth.

You shove him. 'Who said I was just trying to fuck you – you -.'

'But -.'

'Do I really need to say it out loud? Do you want me to write it down? Text it to you?'

Kaminari feels something close to panic flood his veins as he watches disbelief wash clean over your features. 'I don't – When...'

'I could not have been any more obvious. I was practically falling over you at the barbecue. Kirishima's mums wouldn't stop saying how much of a cute couple we where...' Shaking your head, you widen your eyes and shout even louder over the music. '… You went along with it! I asked you to be my date to Bakugo's fucking award show last fucking week... I thought you -' A dizziness plants itself at the base of your skull. Honestly, you'd thought you'd been playing the long game. Convincing him of his worthiness, of your interest, but now... Now you're starting to think all of that energy might have gone to waste.

Kaminari blinks. 'You weren't just...' He swallows as something squirms in his stomach. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd misunderstood someone's intentions. Fuck, his and Momo's entire friendship is built off of the fact that he thought she'd been flirting with him and not just adopting him as some kind of awkward best-friend, who she could gossip with and put make-up on when she got bored. That had been one Hell of an awkward conversation. He can still remember how sweet she'd been when he'd slipped a hand onto her knee, how she'd cooed at him and apologised for giving him the wrong impression. It had been humiliating. Even if he did manage to swing a pretty amazing friend out of it.

'Just what?'

'Just being nice.'

You shake your head, still somewhat perplexed. 'No, Denki, I'm not just being nice. You ever see me pull that shit with anyone else?'

It feels as though someone has just doused gasoline onto the fire in his chest. Hope wraps itself around his lungs and squeezes until he has no other option other than to haul in a shallow breath. 'No.'

Huffing, you chew on your lip and fix him with a stare, eyebrows raising on your forehead. 'Exactly, and if I have my way, I'll be one Hell of a lot nicer.'

With his tongue stuck to the basin of his mouth, Kaminari summons the strength to mutter a soft: 'Really?' Already his body has broken out in a chill. Anticipation uses his spine as a ladder, causing the muscle of his back to tense and straighten his posture.

'Mmmhmm.' Leaning forward, you plant your elbows on the table and push your tits together. You don't miss how his Adam's apple bobs, or the way he finds himself unable to drag his eyes back up from your cleavage. 'So... You gonna let me be nicer to you, Kaminari?'

'It's – it's a bit of a mess, I – uh...'

You barely allow Kaminari to shut the door before you have him pressed against it. Your hands reach out to cup his face, fingers touching soft as they curl around the back of his neck and thread softly into the hair at the base of his skull. 'I don't care that you haven't cleaned up, Denki.'

He chuckles, disbelief and excitement mixing together in the basin of his throat as he his hands ball to fists at his sides. Static fills his joints. There's so much energy bubbling up inside of him that he doesn't quite know what to do with it. It zips through him, paralysing and energising in equal measure as he loses himself to your touch.

'I...' Swallowing, he leans forward until his forehead touches against yours. It grounds him, combines with the dull scratching of your nails on his scalp and lets him breathe. 'I really – Fuck, I can't believe this is happening.'

You laugh, eyes fluttering shut for a second as you bask in his gaze. You're not sure if he knows he's doing it, but Kaminari looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world. Large, luminescent irises highlight his adoration, spotlighting every inch of you as his eyes flicker from yours, to your lips, to the dip of your collarbones. 'Yeah...' You huff. 'Well best start believing.'

It's a messy stumble to his bedroom, a mix of uncoordinated limbs and hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands are everywhere and greedy, grabbing at anything he can: the small of your back, your waist, your ass.

'Oh, shit...' He mumbles against your lips, already drunk and pulls back just enough to catch your eye. 'Is that...' Licking his lips he raises a hand to his own mouth and tests the stickiness there. 'Is that strawberry?'

Nodding, you subconsciously let your tongue dart out to taste. The gloss is barely tacky, almost gone from Denki's assault. Instead, you can see it on his lips – the faint shimmering of pale pink that glitters in the low light. If you kissed him again now, you're sure you'd be able to taste it too.

'It's nice.' He chuckles, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

Humming, you wrap a palm around the back of his neck and pull him in close, feeling his breath on your cheeks. 'Yeah?' It feels juvenile, getting butterflies over the evidence of your kiss, but there's no denying the pins and needles that perforate the insides of your lungs.

'Yeah....' There's a smile tugging at his lip. The steadily darkening of his cheeks suits him, makes the cool gold in his eyes stand out, alive and clear, against the burning plain of his features. What starts out as a small fire ignited on the high of his cheek bones is soon scorched earth across much of his nose, reaching to the peak of his chin. The joy makes him look boyish. Distractingly handsome as he erupts into another foray of half-digested laughter.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and taste strawberries. It mixes with something harsher, the spirit he had been so easily tipping down his throat back in the club; but underneath the tart and fruit mixture all you can taste is undeniably: him.

It's a stray trainer and the edge of Denki's oddly coloured purple mattress that is your eventual undoing. You'd been too lost in each other to notice that the slow push of small steps backwards had run it's course, leaving little room for anything other than a fall.

You go down hard.

Denki hits the mattress first, his back concave, arms stretching up to pull you close before you'd even managed to feel the bite of the connection. He reaches up, brushing his fingers across your cheeks as if to check for injuries he knows you don't have.

'Isn't this the part where you ask me if it hurt when I fell?' You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, but it doesn't work.

The noise is infectious, making him break out too. 'I don't know about you, but it fucking hurt me.'

Kissing his nose, you carefully spread your legs to bracket his hips and push up, until you can hover over him with your hands denting the mattress at either side of his head. 'Always knew you'd fall for me, eventually.'

He rolls his eyes, but blushes deeper. Cupping your chin, he rubs a thumb across your jaw. 'I never thought you'd fall too, though.'

'Less of that.' Sitting up, you playfully slap at his shoulder before letting your hands skate down the sides of his arms. When you reach his wrists, you take hold of him and list, encouraging his palms to find a place on your thighs. Shivering at his touch, you swallow a smile.

'Touch me.'

As soon as the hold on his wrists loosens, his hands start to shake. Left to his own devices he finds himself torn, eyes eating away greedily at your body as he decides just where to lay his hands first. 'Can I...' His voice shakes, nerves soaking into the back of his tongue as he hooks a finger around the top of your dress. 'Can I take this off?'

Rolling your shoulders, you nod. You can feel the flex of his stomach muscles underneath you as he curls himself into a half-crunch to reach you. His hands skate across your shoulders, fingers catching on the thin material of the straps as he gently, slowly, encourages them down your arms.

There's something caught in his throat as he watches the material slide. It slinks down your skin, stretching around the width of your shoulders before coming back together when you pinch your elbows in towards your core.

You let the material bunch around your waist, exposing your chest to the air as you perch In his lap. Already, the cold has your nipples pebbling, rising to the air as the faint buzz of arousal continues to make a mockery of your nervous system.

'Sh – Shit.' He breathes. His hands twitch into the air automatically, rising to hover over the ruched material of your dress. There's a desperation in his fingertips, a burning itch that has his ligaments twitching as he attempts to commit every inch of your body to memory.

'Hey...' Huffing air out of your nose, you press your palms to his. His fingers slot between yours easily, allowing you to squeeze tightly once before retracting your touch. Tensing your fingers, you don't have to encourage him much before he's taking a firm hold of your chest and smoothing his thumbs across the apex of your tits.

A shaky breath bullies it's way from Kaminari's mouth, the dull click of his throat audible as he swallows down the groan vibrating through his chest. 'You're... Why're you, so – so soft?..'

You chuckle, the noise bouncing your chest in his hands as he continues to slowly explore your skin. 'I moisturise.'

At that, a laugh breaks through the lull. It's full bodied and high, a giggle born from pure amusement that makes the apples of his cheeks glow. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You repeat and take his hands once more, encouraging him to take a rougher grip of you. ''m soft here.' Pressing his palms up, you let your chest spill into his hands, but before he can even think about taking a hold of you, you're moving him on. '...And here.'

Next, you skate his hands down your sides making him feel the swell of your curves as your waist gives way to the shape of your hips. 'But...' Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs below his palms and lift, forcing him to venture across the bunched material of your dress until you can nestle one of his hands against your thigh and the other, square over the mound of your cunt. 'I think I'm the softest here.'

Denki moans. Even through the sheer lace of your underwear he can feel how wet you are. It warms the pad of his thumb, making his skin tingle as he presses just so against the raw bud of your clit.

You jolt, even the gentle touch of his thumb making your cunt clench with anticipation. Humming under your breath, you let go of his hand to tug at the collar of his shirt. 'Off... C'mon, it's not fair.' You're whining now, hips moving in the smallest circles you can manage against his stationary pressure.

'Hmm?' Mesmerised by your sudden neediness, he has to shake his head to bring his brain back online for long enough to process your request; but as soon as he does, he's sitting up and almost unseating you in his haste to get rid of his shirt. He yanks at the back of the material, hoisting it over his head and tossing it as far as he can manage. Curling his spine, he blinks up at you with hazy golden eyes and offers you an expectant smile. It twitches the corner of his mouth, pulling his lips into an expression that almost shows his teeth.

'That better?'

You nod and lift your hands to his shoulders. His skin, now bare, is warm under your palms. The lean muscle tangled over his bones is firm and yet, soft; moving delicately under your touch with each of his unsteady inhales. Your eyes eat at him greedily, at the surprising broadness of his shoulders, the cleft of his chest and the neat rolls of his stomach as he bends.

Shifting, he feels chews on the edge of his lip. 'W- What?'

'Nothing...' You smile, pulling your eyes back up to his. 'Just looking at you.'

'Why?'

Lifting a hand, you smooth your knuckles down his cheek. 'Because you're pretty...'

He blushes. Bright red blooms on the tips of his cheek bones and runs like a river down his face until almost his entire chest is flushed.

'… And,' you smirk. 'I think you're going to look even prettier when you're inside me.'

A strangled whimper leaves his throat. It catches behind his Adam's apple, clicking audibly in the new dull silence of the room. His hands lift, fingers digging crescents into the fat of your thighs as he tries to stop his hips from rutting up and into the softness of your cunt.

'You like the idea of that?' Using your thumb, you pull down his lip, exposing gum. 'Like the idea of being inside of me. You wanna fill me up, huh?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Y – Yeah. Fuck, yeah... Wanna, wanna fuck you.' His grip tightens, eyes unable to be torn away from yours. Grinding down, he shifts his ass further into the mattress, trying and failing to slink away from your heat.

'Good boy.' You kiss him softly, letting him whine into your mouth, but before he can lurch forward and deepen the kiss, you're pulling back and shimmying off of his lap.

For a moment, he attempts to move with you. His head follows, lips still pursed and searching even as you almost clear his knees, but all too soon there's the obvious indents of your fingers in his chest stopping him.

Your hands fiddle with the button of his jeans, making quick work until you're able to slip your hands under the waistband. 'Lift your hips.'

He does, complying easily as you rid him of the offending material. Resting himself on his elbows, he watches as you drop the clothing off the end of the bed and lean back just enough to snake your way out of your dress. He licks his lips. Your body twists, exposing the rough curves of your hips as you shimmy to reposition yourself on the bed. The plush fat of your breast swaying, nipples flat in a way that makes him want to taste them, to feel them plump on his tongue.

Holding onto the small amount of cognition that he still possesses, he uses it to drink in the sight of you perching over his hips.

Lowering yourself onto your elbows at either side of pelvis, you feel your skin prickle under his gaze. Burning suns threaten to scorch your skin as he devours you, eyes everywhere, committing even your most unattractive details to memory. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable and powerful, having him so captivated without even a touch. Shivering against his gaze, you dip your head and, while keeping your eyes on his, lick a long, thick stripe across the hardness straining against his boxers.

It's like he's just been shocked. Two million vaults course up through his legs with a violence that makes his eyes roll. His cock twitches, jumping against your touch even as you pull away. 'Not... Fuck, that's not fair.'

'No?' You cock your head and purse your lips, pressing the softest of kisses to his covered head.

'No: fuck.' Stretching out his shoulders, he tries to loosen the tension quickly building in his stomach. The last thing he wants is to paint the insides of his boxers and become the latest laughing stock of your friends. Clamping shut his eyes, he breathes deep, but his breathe is stolen again too soon when he feels your tongue press hard against his cock again. Reaching down, he catches hold of the front of your throat.

'That's not going to make me stop, baby.' You laugh, lowering your head again and pushing your throat against his palm. 'If anything, it's going to make me tease you more.'

The rough pads of his fingers dig in for a moment, half-crescents threatening to mark your throat as he tests his grip before releasing you. Rocking his head back onto the pillow, he feels the elastic of his boxers pull from his hips and slip until it's nestled below his balls.

As soon as it's released from its confines, Denki's cock snaps back against his stomach. It's a pretty thing. Slight in it's length, with a girth that is comfortable enough to sit perfectly in your palm and a soft rose to the skin; just looking at him makes you want to swallow him down. His head is darker, a deep red where it peaks from underneath his foreskin and weeps pearled white over his shaft where it races its way to the thick copse of dirty blonde hair that gathers around the base. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck ever so softly.

Denki whimpers. Reaching up, he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stem the onslaught of stimulus threatening to reduce him to a premature end. His breath stutters in his chest, caught somewhere underneath his diaphragm as he feels your tongue slip over his head and inch beneath the stretch of his foreskin.

Moaning, you bob slowly on his cock swallowing barely an inch before he's pushing his ass into the mattress and trying to scramble away.

'Shit. Hang on, hang on...' Hand shooting down, he grips the base of his cock with an almost bruising pressure while still wriggling backwards. 'Don't wanna... I don't -.' His breath comes out in pants, his chest caving in with each shaky inhale as he prays for his body not to betray him.

'Are you okay?' Wiping your lip, you sit up and cock your head. You're about to reach for him voice dripping with concern when he peaks open an eye to stare at you.

A dull laugh skips from his tongue when he takes in the confusion lacing your features, allowing him enough air to splutter out a broken: 'Was... Fuck, wasn't going to last.'

'I barely touched you -.'

'Guess I just find you that hot, huh?' With his pulse steadying, he chances a steady stroke of his cock gathering both pre-cum and spit in the twist of his fist. 'You, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?'

Settling back over his hips, you reach for the hand not wrapped around his cock and interlace your fingers before guiding him to your hip. It takes a simple hook of your finger before the heat of your cunt is exposed, underwear unceremoniously tugged aside to allow you to reposition Denki's hand beneath you. 'You have no idea, either.'

The first grind of your cunt across his knuckles has him sucking in breath. Each bone catches against your clit, coating him in your arousal as soft moans begin to leak from your mouth. It makes his stomach twist, his cock twitching in his hand as he feels your need grow large enough to match his own. 'I – I think I'm getting one.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' He swallows. The edges of his vision swim, growing blurry as he struggles to comprehend you grinding on his hand and soaking his lap. Even with the tension still around the base of his cock, he can feel it twitch in his hand, desperate to feel the sweet recess of your cunt. 'I'm... Fuck, I'm not gonna...'

You cock your head, a smile playing at your lip as he trips over his words. 'C'mon, use your words.'

Groaning, he rocks his head back on his shoulders before fixing you with a needy gaze. He speaks quickly, with barely a breath between words as if there isn't even enough time for him to finish his sentence. 'If... Fuck, if you're serious about wanting to sit on my cock, you're going to have to do it soon because just looking at you has me nearly -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. It's immediately deep, needy in its pace and leaves both of you panting when you finally pull away. Resting your nose against his, you whisper into the slither of space between you. 'You want me to fuck you, baby?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Fuck, yeah. Yeah. I want you – shit, want you so bad.' Twisting his palm, he uses his thumb to gently tap at the hood of your clit. With each subtle moan he earns from your chest, his taps become longer, harsher, causing you to bite your lip and grind down onto him.

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours to inch him away. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth as he whimpers, chest hollowing at the idea of being parted from you for even a moment.

Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before reaching between your own thighs and taking hold of his cock.

He releases himself as soon as he feels your fingers close around his shaft. His cock pulses, twitching into your hold as you give him a single cursory stroke, spreading the pre-cum leaking down over his skin from tip to root. Flicking your eyes back up to his, you feel the dull thrum of arousal beating in your cunt as you watch his lips drop open even with the little friction you've allowed him. 'Look at you... You're almost as wet as me.'

A blush blooms high on his cheeks, his eyes blowing almost black; turning his eyes into a solar eclipse. His mouth moves, but the words stick in his throat – leaving nothing but a moan able to escape as he nods in agreement.

Wiggling your hips, you shift back and line him up. You're dripping, skin shining with slick as you slowly, slowly, lower yourself down onto his cock.

Immediately, his hands clamp solid around your waist. His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as he huffs. You feel divine, hot and wet and squeezing him so tightly that it's hard for him to focus. The edges of his vision blur, his head swimming even though you've barely taken an inch of him. 'Shit, shit... Fuck -.'

'You feel so good.' You finish his sentence for him. His cock forces you to stretch around him, opening you up as you continue to sink down onto him. It's a mild presence, but one that manages to press up on every single nerve inside of you making you want to cry out. Your thighs shake, hands reaching forward to splay over his chest to steady yourself as you finally bottom him out. The nest of blond pubic hair at his base tickles against your clit, causing you to gasp and roll your hips, searching for more.

'I -.' Trying to pull his head from the pillow, Denki stares through the haze of his eyes. 'I'm not gonna last.' His grip tightens on your waist, a new desperation crawling into his voice as he almost whispers... 'Wanna – fuck, wanna make you feel good though.'

'Yeah?' Lifting yourself, you sink back down onto him with ease and shiver against the flare of pleasure that twists your stomach up into knots.

'Please...' Denki's throat is raw, tightening around his plea.

Desperation fills his chest as he watches the point at which you're joined. His eyes fixate on it. On where your body stretches for him, cunt open and drooling as you take him with ease; the flushed bud of your clit twitching each time you manage to impale yourself just right. 'Please...' He tries again, voice still warbling. 'Please, cum on my cock. Please – I wanna, wanna see, wanna feel – please...'

You chuckle, lifting one of your hands from his wrists to stroke your knuckles down his cheek. 'Look at you, begging so pretty...'

'Please -.'

Nodding, you straighten up and roll your shoulders back. For a moment you stay still, letting the taught pleasure simmer inside you until it settles. Your cunt has slicked his skin, making the soft rose flesh shine in the low light of his bedroom. The sight does something funny to your stomach, making it twist and bubble. Clenching your hands, you beckon him to hold you.

There's something impossibly grounding about the way you lace your fingers with his. His palms face upwards, providing a platform for you to press against and he's forced to tense his biceps as you use him as leverage to bounce. 'Oh, shit.' Pleasure flares through his body like wild-fire, making him cling to your hands and his clamp shut his eyes.

'Look at me.' Your voice is soft, although, if he were to listen close, he'd be able to hear a similar desperation to the one that infests his own. 'D-Denki, look at me.'

He obeys immediately. His gaze is hazy. His focus shattered as he looks from your eyes, to your lips, to where your cunt swallows him and back again.

'Want you to watch.' You whisper, causing his eyes to widen.

Nodding, he lifts his hips, fucking up into you just enough to have you teetering on the edge of bliss. He can feel it, how close you are. It's in the tightness, in the way your cunt squeezes him and pulses. You look like a vision, your skin flushed, with sweat beginning to dew along the line of your collarbones and your eyebrows drawn up making your features stretch with pleasure. His heart stutters in his chest, betraying the swirling emotions that threaten to make this mean a whole lot more than just sex.

''m close.' You stutter over your words, so close to your own end that you can almost taste it, but it isn't until you see the soft mouthing of Kaminari's continued begging that you finally feel yourself hit free-fall. His eyes are glued to yours, making you feel observed and worshipped all at once as the entirety of your body lights up like a sparkler.

Kaminari has seen a lot of great things in his middling twenty-seven years on this planet, but watching you come undone on top of him drops itself clear at the top. Ignoring his own nearing end, he attempts to commit every inch of you to memory as he feels you tumble over the end, once and for all.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your cunt pulses, thighs and stomach tensing violently as each wave of pleasure threatens to black out your vision. With each ebb, another dull thrust of Kaminari's cock brings back that same crashing pleasure. You're not sure if you cry out, not sure if you call his name – your ears are full of static, your eyes clouded as you remain air born into bliss.

'Did -.' Swallowing around the spit pooled in his mouth, Kaminari still can't pull his eyes away from you. 'Did I do good? Did I?'

Coming back to your body feels strange. There's a lightness in your bones and a burn in your muscles that screams satisfaction, but that still doesn't stop the fire churning in your stomach once your eyes clear enough to see him. He's close to tears, flushed and needy with his hips still grinding up unable to stop as your cunt continues to milk him. Biting into your lip, you reduce yourself to your elbows beside his head and press your chest to his. 'Cum for me... Want you to use me.'

There's no need to tell him twice. Electricity flashes in his eyes as he lifts himself enough to plant his feet square on the mattress and begin fucking up into you. It's desperate, the pace he sets, as is the series of moans that leak from his mouth as he loses himself to the feel of your cunt. 'Feels, fuck – fuck.'

'That's it, baby.' You coo, pressing an uncoordinated kiss just south of his mouth. Overstimulation bites at your insides making your stomach tense as his cock continues to press square over your G-spot, but there's no mistaking the hum of pleasure it continues to force through your body.

It takes barely a handful of stuttering thrusts before there's a gasping 'Where... Fuck, tell me where now Princess, or I'm gonna -.'

'Inside.' You moan, the idea alone making your mind reel. 'Please, fuck. Cum inside me, please.'

'Yeah...' He nods, huffing. 'Yeah, shit, okay.' His hands find their way down to the small of your back when he cums. His palms spread there, pressing down to ensure he's as deep as possible when he finally begins to fill you. Thick and white, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing as he quakes through the last of his orgasm.

Lifting your head, you blink at him as he slowly comes back to himself. There's a warmth floating in your stomach and a subtle ache in your muscles that you're sure will only feel better in the morning, but that matters a lot less when you lock eyes with him again.

He blinks, disbelief and joy mixing on his features as he mumbles: 'You let me cum inside you.'

'I did.'

'You -.'

'Yeah.'

'Holy shit.'

'You liked it?'

'No-one has never, no-one has...'

You hum and lean in to press only the softest of kisses to his cheek. ''m glad I did. You did so well...' Sitting up, you let your hands roam over your stomach and the fat that lives there. 'Filled me so good.'

Many things flicker through his mind then, none of them savoury. The way you're sat, straight with a subtle curve to your spine, makes your stomach stick out slightly. So much so, that if he where to squint and let his mind wander, he could almost believe that you were... Kaminari's cock twitches.

'Are you getting hard again?' You cock an eyebrow.

He swallows. 'Maybe?'

'Because of?..'

This time, he has the decency to blush, but he doesn't dare lie. He nods, biting down on his lower lip. 'I think I just discovered a new kink?'

'Hmm.' Purring, you rock your hips against him and feel his cock give another valiant twitch. 'Maybe you should breed me again, just to make sure it took, then?'

Kaminari short circuits. His eyes shimmer in the dark, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he tries to calm himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders just what the Hell he did to ever catch your eye.

'Would you like that?'

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you before twisting and tossing you back to the mattress. He looms over you, an elbow beside your shoulder as his other hand travels down your body and graces the mound of your cunt to play with your clit. Lingering there for a moment, he slips lower and collects the spend that has leaked from you with his fingers before gently pushing it back inside you. 'Yeah...'

Curling his fingers, he makes you arc off the bed as he rubs at your G-spot. 'I'd like that a lot.'

Denki rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns. There's a pleasant ache in his limbs when he stretches his arms above his head, his toes pointing underneath the duvet as he rocks his head back on his pillow.

His movement jostles you, causing you to open your eyes and squint against his smile.

'You're still here.' He beams.

You respond as if it's obvious, as if there wasn't any remote possibility of you leaving in the middle of the night. 'I am.' Wriggling closer to him, you ignore the dampness still lingering between your thighs from an entire night spent together and lift your leg over his knee.

It still feels surreal as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and uses his thumb to stroke at the skin there, carving unknowable shapes into your muscle. He's longed for this, for you, for longer than he can remember and yet, if he had only seen past his own insecurity... Who knows how long he could have indulged in your body for? How long he could have made you moan and made you breakfast and seen what you looked like at seven in the morning when the sun was in your eyes?

'So, do you believe me now?' You blink at him and smile, resting your head against the turn of his collarbone.

'What?'

Running a finger down the cleft of his chest, you tap out a tune against his sternum. 'That I only want you, silly.'

There's no evidence of yesterday's former ignorance lingering on his features when he stares back at you, only the something close to happiness and the faint shimmer of mischief. 'Eh...' Taking your hand from his chest, he lifts it to his mouth and presses a series of kisses across your knuckles.

The gesture makes you giggle, but before you can lose yourself to his sweetness, he's twisting your hand and pressing your palm to his skin once more. You let him guide you, letting him encourage you down over his chest and past his stomach. You let him push onward, even when you already know exactly where he's heading.

'I think I might need more evidence.' He mumbles as your fingers slip through his pubic hair and make his skin tingle. Already his cock his half hard and swelling fast, just at the mere thought of your hand wrapping around it.

'Yeah, you think so, huh?' Biting your lip, you wait until the breath catches in the back of his throat to stop his onward march.

He swallows.

Sitting up on an elbow, you tilt your head and press a kiss to his mouth, before whispering against his lips. 'Then, maybe my mouth will be better at convincing you...'

-> Masterlist

#Kaminari x Reader #Kaminari Denki x Reader #MHA x Reader #BNHA x Reader #My Hero Academia #saturnscribbles #saturnsorbits

[stainedstardom]

I know this may not be much but I can’t help imagining a Ethan Landry x reader fic with these song lyrics

There's just inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in, oh

There is tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don't care if I'm forgiven

Right now, I'm shameless

Screamin' my lungs out for ya

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

Need you more than I want to

Show me you're shameless

Write it on my neck, why don't ya?

And I won't erase it

I need you more than I want to

I need you more than I want to

I just need a Ethan fic that’s based of these lyrics and my life will be complete 🙏‼️

nonnie how genius you are

SHAMELESS

ethan landry x reader!!

you should fill shameful, should feel bad, this is bad, this is wrong. he's ghostface and you know it. you know who he's killed, you know his motives. you know him and what he does and who he is but yet here you are in his dorm staring at his eyes.

chad had disappeared for the night saying something about going to hang out with tara, mindy and the others. he only said that so he wouldn't have to watch the sexual tension flow between you and ethan like a river

"y/n?" he asked and you looked at him, you could see him. not see him but see his soul, his heart, his mind, his life and it didn't scared you. it should scare you, he was murderer and yet it didn't. it didn't scare you at all.

"what?" you whispered into the air almost too scared to break the silence and let him into the bubble you formed around yourself.

"youre really pretty" he stated as he looked down at your lips and back up into your eyes. there was only a few inches in between you. he wanted you to give in, wanted you to kiss him and let go.

the tension could be cut with a knife. you wanted him to give in, let himself feel it. you didn't care if mindy forgave you for this, you didn't give a fuck.

"etha?" you said and he nodded

"yeah?" he asked

"kiss me" you told him and he leaned in as he kissed you softly. his hand held your waist as your hands ran up to his hair. you laid back and he climbed onto you, straddling your waist and holding you down.

"fuck" he said as he rocked his hips into yours. you felt like your body was screaming for him and you didn't stop it. you were shameless, you needed him more than you wanted to. he leaned down and began to suck hickeys into your neck.

"oh shit" you said as you turned your head and let him have more room to claim you and your neck. you let him mark you up and you didn't care about the consequences.

you were shameless.

A/N: slayed

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion x you #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream fanfic #scream 6 #scream

[blackfangedreaper]

PHOTOGENIC

Prompt: "Beach alliance party"

Pairing: Luffy x black!fem!info!Reader

Warnings: sexual content; dry humping, sex on the beach (literally) curse words, display of public affection (noone noticed though) and grammatical errors. Mdni.

Tag list: @closet-degenerate @luffyinlove @euphoficc @444katsuki @audreys-works @boa--hancock

The waves crashed onto the shore in a soft manner wetting the dry sand before going back once again. The clear skies and bright sun reflecting off the ocean to give it a bright blue tint. The strawhats-cough luffy cough- decided take a little break before sailing to the next destination; much to law's distain. He actually expected you to scold luffy but when he met your eyes you looked just as excited as luffy so he erased the idea off his mind.

After getting to the shore safely the strawhats and heart pirates bounded up on the beach donning they're swimsuits. Nami and robin decided a little sunbathing wouldn't hurt, sanji ran helping them in any way he could before setting up a cooking station for them but it all flew out of the window when luffy and co. rushed by, collecting everything deemed eatable as they ran past the stand. "CURSE YOU HEATHENS!" He fell to his knees crying as he apologised to nami and robin for being so careless.

Law seemed to be in the far side of the beach doing who knows what, he didn't seem to be alone though. Hmm? What about you? Well you found a shaded area to lay your beach chair. Luffy saw you and ran up to you, his face messy from earlier on. "Oh luffy! Your all messy." You scolded cleaning his face then him pushing him unto the beach chair and telling him to wait. "Don't move ok? I'll be right back!"

He whined watching you run towards and into sunny. "Oi luffy!! What are you doing? Come take a look at this!" He turned his attention toward ussop, penguin and a wheezing shachi, they were all holding their laugh as they patted down the mermaid tail they constructed on the sand. And if you shifted your eyes to the upper half you'd notice a sleeping zoro. Completely unaware that he was being casted as the little mermaid in this story.

"HAHAHA!!! Just what is that?!!" Luffy laughed falling off the chair and holding his stomach as he rolled around on the soft beach sand. "I know right!! Now come over here!! If we keep shouting he'll wake up!" Ussop said panicking. "Sorry i can't! Y/n said to stay put!" Luffy sulked turning to look at the ship and thankfully he saw you coming and boy was he stunned.

You had a on a red bra-top that flattered your breasts a whole lot, matching with some red bikini bottoms that accumulated your curves a little too well, this made your ass look round and plump- in short you were sexy as fuck. You had a light blue scarf wrapped around your waist flowing down to your thighs and brushing your calfs a bit. Your braids were taken out of its bun and fell down your back in a graceful manner, swaying with every step you took. "I'm sorry baby, did i take too long?"

"N-No- wait a minute, Yes!" Dazed for a second luffy snapped out of it and pointed towards your direction accusingly, his lips jutting out in a pout. "But honey, i only took two minutes. I was looking for the sunscreen, don't want you to get sun burnt like last time." You explained furrowing your eyebrows at his stutter in the beginning.

"Come on, I'll rub it on you." You insisted starting with his back first, you took off the scarf covering you and when you did luffy averted his eyes cause if he saw you, he would do unspeakable things to you right that instant and with no shame at all but whose to say he wouldn't do it later. You sat behind him and begun to apply the sunscreen. When you were done you stood up and walked to his front, he watched your hips sway as you walked past him, your hair brushing your butt as you did so.

You knelt down between his legs using your right hand to push him down the chair before straddling him properly. Your thighs side to side with his abdomen and your bum sitting comfortably on his thighs, that was until you felt his hands slither up your thighs to grasp your waist, pulling you forward so your ass could take rest on his crotch. You mewled feeling his light bulge, looking him straight in the eye you scolded him. "Not here luffy!"

"Awww why not?!" He pouted looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes, ugh you couldn't say no when he did that so you removed the black shades you kept on your head and placed it on luffy, shielding his eyes from your sight. "There, all better." You snickered feeling him tighten his hold on you. He's fingers digging into the fat of your thighs in frustration. He tried bucking up a little but you pressed your hands on his chest stopping him completely. "...Fine." He gave up sighing but his hands still remained on your thighs, closer to your bum this time.

"Good boy." You beamed sitting up straight, pouring the sunblocker solution into your hands and rubbing it on his body. Your body was slightly tilted forward as you worked up and down his chest without haste, making sure to leave no spot untouched. On the other hand it wasn't helping luffy's case as he watched your breasts bounce with every action you made. Fuck he would have thought you were out to tease him if not for the concentrated look on your face but he highly doubts that cause he was sure you could feel the tent growing in his swim shorts.

He was about to slip his hands into your panties to grasp your nyash ass raw but he was interrupted by ussop hollering at both you and him. "Oi! Y/n! Luffy! When your done let's have a sand castle competition! Not like you'd get 1st place that's my spot." Ussop said laughing smugly. "But it seems I'll cut you guys some slack, as a professional i can't be bothered with criticising your amateur sand castle." He puffed his chest not noticing his nose grew a little longer at his lie and false confidence.

"Yeah right!" You laughed not noticing luffy taking his left hand and returning it back briefly. Ussop turned to you startled. "Damn it! she figured me out!" He scampered away leaving a wheezing you. You turned your attention to luffy once again, looking back at him you were startled to see him looking right at you, Your sunglasses no longer covering his eyes but now rested on top his ebony locks. Now the shades were off you could see something glinting in his eyes and you felt like you knew what it was.

"Luffy?" You said tilting your head in question, your braids following your movements. Why was he looking at you like that, you weren't complaining but does he know what he's doing to you? "Why are you looking at me like that?"

His dark brown eyes where almost shielded by his lowered lids, his eyebrows at rest and his lips set in a straight and thin line. He eyed you up and down drinking your appearance for the nth time that day and damn... You seemed to look better with each and every glimpse.

"Stop that, it's turning me on." You leaned in almost hypnotised by his gaze. Didn't he know his burning gaze set every cell in your body alight. He must have known he had such an effect, if not he wouldn't be looking at you like that, like he was utterly in love and infatuated with you, like he wanted to do sinful things to you, like he wanted ravage you.

"Hmm, is it?" His voice taking a deeper turn than its usual light tone. His eyes switching between your beautiful (e/c) eyes and plump lips just begging to be kissed. Your hands trailed up and down his toned sun-kissed body before once again taking refuge on his chest as you leaned in closer to kiss him.

"Yeah..." You whispered, your eyes never leaving his. You were so close he could feel your breath lightly brushing against his lips. Your braids shielded you both from the outside world and just when the world seemed quieter your lips met, kissing with raw passion and lust, moaning at each others taste. Your tongues were intertwined and you didn't bother fighting for dominance, you knew luffy would always win.

"Mmph!" You whimpered into the kiss, feeling a smack land on your rear as he intensely made out with you. You felt so soft being pressed up against him, your palm flat against his chest and he could faintly feel your boobs through the space your parted hands left. Your back arched and butt slightly up allowing you to be comfortable and luffy to gain quick access to your behind.

Luffy cupped your ass and squeezed, gaining handfuls of your plump soft flesh as they spilled through the spaces of his fingers due to how much of a tight grip he had on you then processed to knead you cheeks together, packing as much fat as he could before squeezing and caressing to his desire. He spread his fingers wide, palming your ass then bringing you down to grind on him.

He bucked his hips, his clothed crotch rubbing against yours slowly and softly. You whimpered feeling your self get wet- dammit it hadn't been an hour yet but here was your bikini; soiled. Taking one hand off your bum he kneaded your breast, rolling the nipple that had made it's self know through your bra top. "Nngh!"

"Hmm..." You both broke apart and so did the thin string connecting your lips. You looked around to see if the coast was clear before you trailed your hands down to his shorts to pull his hard shaft out. Luffy's mouth part slightly to let out little whimpers from the pleasure he got from your strokes "ugh... Inside, i wanna go inside."

"Hmm? Now that's just rude honey, what the magic word?" You pouted rubbing circles round his pre-cum soaked head. "Nng! Please, please let me in y/n!" He begged pursing his lips at you. "Ok!" You beamed complying with his wishes. You sat on your knees shifting your soaked panties to the side as you rubbed his head up then down your slit before pushing his head past your clenching hole. "Oh!"

"So warm!" Luffy moaned at the feeling of your tight and wet insides while you threw your head back whimpering at his size, he wasn't even halfway in and you were already struggling. You swirled your middle and ring finger round your pearl in hopes to get you more wet as you continued to sink down on his cock. Too bad luffy didn't have that type of patience, he grabbed your waist. "What? Luffy! No-" and slammed you down, hard. "Hnngh- luffy!"

You froze, one hand on your clit and the other squeezing luffy's hand on your waist in shock. Your walls clenched at the sheer size of him almost bringing him a quick orgasm. He waited for you to adjust before grabbing your ass in a tight grip, pulling and pushing to make you grind down on him. "Y-Yes just like that y/n!"

His eyes halflidded, almost rolling back in pleasure when you started to bounce up and down on him. The cool shade the tree provided covered you both from prying eyes, the crashing waves doing the same to your moans and wails. You used his chest to stabilise yourself, your palm flat against his pecs as you rose up then down to grind against him, you repeated these steps careful not to go too high as to not separate from him.

The beach chair creaked at both your weights but still stayed stable taking both your masses like a boss. Your control was soon overtaken by luffy as he wrapped his digits round your thigh to lift you up a little, his veins and muscles becoming visible. Lifting you till his tip was almost out of you before slamming you back on him, thrusting upwards to meet you in the air.

"Oh Fuck! Luffy!" You wailed at his force. He laughed at your pleasure filled face, pistoning in and out of you like a hydraulic press. Pushing in and out of you at his desired pace loving how your head rolled back and how your throat forced a groan. "Faster baby! Please!" Running your palm up from the curve of your ass trailing to the dips of your waist and then the undercut of your bra top to grasp your breast, you massaged your boob before squeezing your nipple between your index and middle finger. "Oh!"

Luffy landed a smack on your ass before following your hand, trailing after the spots your hands traced on your body, rubbing your hand before slapping them off your breast. He lifted your bra-top up to tug and squeeze at your breast and nipples, watching them bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Look how pretty they are."

He beckoned you closer, you obliged leaning down to captured his lips with yours before he trailed it down your jaw. He littered your skin with kisses and harsh sucks. You whimpered at the feeling before doing the same to the under side of his jaw. He groaned at the feeling of your hot tongue marking his skin.

Rubbing your butt he rocked you back and forth slowly on his dick as one of his hand found its way to your neck, pulling on your braids lightly to press his lips against yours. As your tongues chased after each other he began to move you faster chasing both your highs. His tongue leaving your mouth to trace your lips slowly, looking in your eyes as he scratched a particular itch in you. He landed a harsh slap on your butt watching you shudder and release a shallow breath. Your eyes rolled back in your skull due to your abrupt orgasm.

"Ouhh- fuckkk!" You whimpered your brows furrowing at the powerful orgasm that shook your body. Your pussy clenching tightly at its intensity and the still thrusting luffy. "L-Luffy! Wai- oh my!" Relentless he pounded into you his control snapping at how tight and wet you felt. You then bit his earlobe dragging it slightly before grazing the thin skin behind it with your teeth. Suddenly you felt him shiver, his grip on your ass tightening as he rocked you forward one last time before pumping his heavy load into you, his balls straining against his shorts as it emptied itself.

"Oh fuck!" He growled, panting in exhaustion and at the strain of his release. Feeling him pat your bum you took it as sign to sit up. You raised your hips letting luffy slide out of you and unto his belly, you sighed in relief before you jolted, feeling luffy palm your womanhood. You looked at him in question before you felt it, his cum sliding down your walls looking for the escape route due to how full you were.

Before you know it luffy shoves his middle and ring finger up your slot, spreading his essense on your walls massaging them in deeper. You gasped feeling his fingers come out to coat your slit in his cum before shoving them back in. After spreading his essence within you he pulled out, his fingers dripping with both his and your cum. You stuck your tongue out welcoming the taste of both his and your mixture on your tongue. You hummed licking his fingers clean the releasing them with a 'pop'.

You sat up straight on him, tucking his dick back into his shorts and fixing yourself. A smile formed on your lips as you brought out your camera. "That was fun! Wanna take a picture?" You laughed the sexual tension dissipating in the air as you said that.

"Hell yeah! Is it one of your post card thingies?" He tilted his head in question. You nodded thinking of what pose you could do. Then suddenly. "Ahah!". You lifted the camera up leaning forward with your back arched. Your right hand laid flat against luffy's abs, your braids framing your face as your lips took on a teasing smile. You took the picture and brought the camera to see the result and it was pretty good.

It showed you in your full glory; your red bikini set brought out your brown skin, little sun beams breaking through the tree shade highlighted you making your skin look a beautiful golden brown, the hickey on your neck showing clearly. Your butt your pushed out, bringing your curves out more, your thighs fitting snuggly against luffy's side with your palm laid flat upon his built abdomen.

To be honest you knew people would be more interested on who you were straddling. The picture only showed his delicious abs and you made sure not to get his scar in the picture, only from his abdominal region down to the hem of his red swimming shorts, so it was all good, it'll keep the fishes wanting more and that's exactly what you were going for.

"Haha! What's with the sinister smile." Luffy laughed sitting up to take a look at the picture before smiling in satisfaction before looking up to address you. "You look beautiful."

Your face heated up beaming as you squealed, glomping him, your soft mounds pressing against him and putting him in a bashful state. "Your so cute i could die!"

"Haha! Your so weird y/n, don't go dying on me though!" You pulled away looking at sweatdropping before commenting dryly."Funny coming from you."

"Shishishi! I don't know what your talking about! Come on let's go change then pester tra-guy to build a sand castle with us! He's such a grump." Luffy said wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you by your ass then standing up abruptly causing you to bounce a little. He then took off to sunny with you in toll quite excited to disturb an unsuspecting law who was already dealing with his own... problems.

#monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #mugiwara no luffy #luffy x y/n #hawt #fem reader #luffy x black reader #one piece #luffy smut #one piece fanfiction #informant series

[pianocat939]

Hey there! Could you maybe do (either just Leo or all the turtles) a comfort blurb thing after MC just found out their friends had betrayed them?

If not that, could you do a little yandere blurb of someone bullying MC and the turbles protecting them?

(Also one more little note can I be Anon 👑 tysmmmm <3333 /p)

Sorry mate but 👑 Anon is already taken so you’ll have to choose a different one

Tw: murder, arson, manipulation (if you read Leo's part and interpret it a certain way then it might sound like it)

✦Rage of the Raisins✦

The first thing he does is check if you're ok. Would you like some hugs? Or perhaps stuffies? He hates that you got betrayed by your friend but he loves that he has the chance to be clingy and be in your presence. After a few days, while you're sleeping he breaks into so friend's house and pulverizes them. He initially meant to only give them a little nick but with the rage, he felt consuming him, he can't help but send them to the hospital in critical condition. "Oh...Looks I roughhoused a little too much."

✦Lack of Boyfriends✦

Is stunned for a moment before questioning for more details on what the friend did. With every word that flows from your mouth, the more ticked off he gets. He knew they were bad from the start, but now that he hears everything, it's time to do what he should've done from the start. Cut them out of your life completely, forever. He teleports to their house and you guessed it, sliced them. Once he gets back, he's going to be all over you, feeling disappointed with himself. "I always knew they weren't right-minded, I should've done something."

✦Donkey Said SHREK✦

It doesn't matter what they did, he's going to be checking if you're physically well first. Then he asks what form of murder he should go by to erase them. If you don't want them to be killed, he'll reluctantly oblige. As he is the most lucid, he can keep the level of his emotions stable enough he can perform rational actions. "Ugh, fine. But if you ever do change your mind, you must tell me right away!" That doesn't mean he won't torture them by hacking into their devices or disturbing their wi-fi by having it say connected but with no internet though.

✦Manifestation of Waluigi’s Shoe✦

He's going to panic. He'll be freaking out whether you're ok or not. It isn't the best way to interact with someone who literally got betrayed but it's how he rolls. Comfort food, cuddles, like Raph, he'll bombard you with love. You'll have to pull him off you at some point. Once he calms down, he is actually a great listener. He'll be very attentive and asks follow-up questions. Oh, and you already know he's going to burn their place down after this. "Maybe I can bring raw meat to cook next time!"

(Help I ruined my sleep schedule by sleeping for 5 hours in the afternoon ;-;)

#yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #tmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt2018 #blurbs #leo #mikey #raph #donnie

[howi99]

Projecty A.R.C Memory 1

A light, that's what he saw moment before. a beautiful light, welcoming and warm. Then, darkness, like a cold winter night.

???: open eyes and rise from what's looks to be a worktable

silence, for a moment. then a static sound can be heard. A voice.

Watts: Ah, prototype 3 is finaly awaken. good, i feared the transfert wasn't a success. clear his traoth Prototype 3, do you remember your name?

???: my… name? Isn't it what you just said? Am i not prototype 3?

Watts: That's your matriculation, I asked you if you remembered your name before the transfer.

???: I fear not. All i can remember are concept and what i think are information for combat purpose.

Watts: Good, very good. I finally managed to erase completely the memory of someone else soul… Youre name shall be Jaune. You are an android built for recon and dispatching of grimm. You are a machine, but i gave you sentience for i need you to make choice on the battlefield. i expect you will follow all order you will be given.

Jaune: I understand.

Watts: Good. Now, for the next mounth you will be familiarised to your body then tested by the general ironwood. You can get on standby, disdain in his voice your… sisters are on the other side of the door on your right. they will be the one testing you capability for the time being.

Jaune: I shall meet with them. he goes to the door

At that moment, the door burst from the sheer force of a kick. Jaune, not expecting to be attacked just after being activated, get kicked in the stomack

Violette: So, where is that wimp of a brother i need to educate!?

Violette, or prototype 2, Was a… let's say energetic woman. She was built for logistic and demolition, but she tended to only focus on one of her two fonction. A petite woman, with short platine blonde hair, wearing an Atlas uniform patched up and worn out by her work.

Jaune: processing what happened on the ground … Why did you break the door?

Violette: smile deviously Oh ho? You are questioning your superior? Maybe i should beat the shit out of you, that would teach you a lesson!

Watts: That's enough! Violette, bring Jaune to his loging. and for the love of of the brother gods, would you please stop breaking everything you touch? If you continue i will deactivate you!

Violette: And show everyone you made an error over Pietro? You would never dare!

Watts: Fine! But i will confiscate all your demolition equipment! leave the interphone

Violette: Tsk look at jaune so, you can walk or should a baby carry you? get up you lazy idiot!

Jaune: … gets up

Violette: And you should get yourself some clothes.

Jaune: But why?

Violette: rolls her eyes Just follow me and stop asking question!

From the other room, a voice can be heard

Saphron: Violette? did you broke something again? i swear, you are so unruly!

Violette: flinch S-sorry Saphron, i just got excited to meet our new brother… I didn't meant to upset you…

Saphron: i'm not upset, but i don't want you to be piunished. you know it hurt me to see you sad.

Violette: Yeah Saph…

Saphron: Now, don't keep me waiting, let me see my little brother.

As Violette begin to walk with Jaune following her, he finally could see Prototype 1 aka Saphron. She was sitting on a chair, her long blond hair flowing down her back, she had a kind smile. she was wearing also an Atlas military uniform, well kept, without a single stain. She seemed to be drinking… tea?

Jaune: point at the cup of tea Why do you drink? we don't need liquid to fonction.

Saphron: it's an old abitude from before i was… turned. But don't worry, we can safely drink and eat. it help to blend us with the other personel we are working with.

Jaune: i see.

Violette: W-well, we need to dress you up, in any case. i'll show you where your clothes are. Watts really need to bring them WHEN he wake us up, instead of not saying anything.

Saphron: a small laugh Well, he never was preocupied by those things. his mind is only on perfecting all of us so we can be of use.

Violette: i know… any, let's go.

Saphron: looking at Jaune and what's your name?

Jaune: i was designated as jaune. pleasure to work with you, miss saphron.

Saphron: smile Just call me saph, or big sis.

Jaune: If it's what you prefer.

----END of memory 1----

#jaune arc #rwby #arthur watts #saphron cotta arc #james ironwood

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

The witcher review - part 2

So here we are… this is the hardest post for me to write. Because I have to fight my inner rage to think straight and keep as much of cool as I can while I write. This is rare.

As always since the announcement, the general consensus is to hate no matter what, and I won't lie, it's driving me crazy. I had even a breaking point not long ago, stumbling on an "article" mourning Hector the horse that won't come back for S4, and turning a not returning actress as she left the boat for implicite bad scripts whereas her character is simply not returning story wise (in the books also).

Do I have to mention the constant rain of bad comments on every video or official posts ? Or the vast majority of the articles and reviews are over focused on one thing only, erasing from the existence of every other good work done ?

Because yes ! Curiously there is good work in there too. Sheer stupefaction ! The series is not that bad. And do you believe it ? Quite book accurate in the global storyline also !

Am I a tad sarcastic there ? Yes. Not in my points though. But I am really REALLY pissed off. And this is my last stand. I understand that I am a drop in the ocean. A little shit screaming into the void. A stupid arse loving the series for the stories it offers.

So… if you are still here, that's because you surely are in the same state of mental exhaustion than I am. Maybe angry too, or sad. Maybe you liked the series also and want something else to read other than "burn it down !".

[Pretty accurate representation of myself]

So... Here is the short version for those who don't care about the development of my review :

I loved it. Yes !

A lot of emotions.

Geraskier. I rolled down the hill again so hard and so fast that you can see burning traces on the grass on my path lol.

Buckled some storylines from the first season for the main characters and secondary characters too.

Perfect ? Certainly not. There are problems and I will address them.

Book accurate ? Mostly yes but no at the same time. The story is there, not told the same way. There are twists and changes but the checkpoints are validated and cohesive (believe it or not), catching up books threads and the divergent series' too. Some almost straight out of the pages in this second part too.

Proper send off to Henry ? If you aim for fulfillment, then no. But his ending matches with the beginning of the Hansa, so I am personally happy with it. Also it had more depth than what it seems.

So now behind this break, I will spoil the series in great lengths, as much as the books. I will probably go further than Time of Contempt because they included pieces from Baptism of Fire. Again I will say what works and what doesn't in my opinion. I am not on a solo thread of thinking.

But you know I guess even some gray is giving light in this infamous soup darkness. So let's go !

Warning : it contains mature subjects.

[Important note : I have read the RI article about Tomek giving explanations about plot simplification. I will address this in the flow in my review. Well kinda].

My detailed general point of view :

Even with a lot of twists and turns, I did like the series part 2 (and the series overall !). The second volume had me having emotional roller-coasters. If you care for any characters, they have their moments of raw emotions. Secondary characters included. That moment between Fringilla and Francesca for example or Tissaia's farewell… 😢.

Everything emotional with Jaskier had just me on my knees… 😭

It goes pretty much by the books in terms of events and uses pieces of them as framing devices. For the twists. Some are good, some less. What we have the most is one character doing something another would normally do. But most of the time this is fluid and it doesn't bother me much. Mostly I liked, loved even, the stories that were told behind.

In the middle ground. I don't see it as bad but more as an irritating thing.

There is a big change of plot with Yennefer (again) but this is more a problem of how to tell the story afterwards more than a big wrong like in S2, and I am just curious how they will handle some storylines from there. The irritating part though is that they have a tendency to use her too much for everything, so she runs everywhere. This is quite frantic in episode 6 but then it slows down fortunately.

Also the series doesn't fully go on the darkest side of the books. The rating 16+ is a bit overlooked in my opinion. There is blood and some monsters but this is a soft 16+. There is real gore in the books and the subjects are far more disturbing. The flesh monster tries to compensate for what is not told about Vilgefortz's experiments for example. But the mage is a f.cking lunatic. And if you felt bad for Geralt after his fight with him, go get some brutal internal pov of Geralt while he is literally destroyed. Also a part of Geralt's arc with the parallel with Ciri is more disturbing in its core. But they didn't go as far as with the Rats (yet ?) so they crafted another motivation, which is not a bad one, by the way.

This is middle ground to me because, for sure it would have challenged the viewer more, but some subjects may not be easily validated to show on screen to fill the rating.

On the wrong side (yes because I am not in a tunnel - I see goods and bads), for me there are some strong editing problems that put an uneven rhythm that can bore or frustrate, depending on the part. I was not bored but a bit frustrated sometimes so I can understand why some were annoyed, let's put it that way.

They seem to rush for the plot, cutting some breathing moments or dragging on some other parts. With a recurrent issue to make us feel the passage of time

For me this is what severes the series the most, especially in the second volume.

Also, on the visual effects, there are some issues too. Something is sadly unfinished there. It feels like the deadline was an immovable obstacle and they tried to rush everything they could in it.

So, here we are. Now I will detail everything ! Compare with the books when I can etc. Because I can't bear anymore reading all this dry "they did not respect the source material" thing, to say it politely. Maybe I will be annoying as hell. But this is how I work. I have feelings, I have opinions, like everyone else I can be passionate, but I can justify my position and I will do it.

SO !

Book accuracy ?

First, because I have to play dumb, these are the large blocks of the Time of Contempt only, just to have a visual idea of the proportions of the stories.

So now please tell me there is too much of Ciri, too much mages, too much politics… ** cough cough **

OK let's go. As I said in the short version, accuracy is a yes and a no for me. Let's begin with the no.

Things happen pretty much in the same chronological order but like in an alternate version of the books. In some events, this is not always with the good character carrying the moment. But this is the case from the beginning of the show. And although I found this strange sometimes I never felt confused by it. Some of them are necessary compression of narratives, some are holding arcs to fulfill and become relevant at the end. And the arcs, the stories told, are what appealed to me the most.

A large part of those switches comes from the invented parts for secondary characters. Because they had written things in advance. Why did they choose to set up a lot of them from S1, you say ? Because otherwise we would have to deal with a massive drop names with everyone having their agenda, popping out of nowhere, and trying to have the big part of the cake this season (2 to 4 in my picture). What would happen then ? Confused audience for those who haven't read the books or play the games. And if you tell me, but we are the audience ! Then why I read so many : "Why the politics ? Why Ciri desert thing ? Why the sorceresses ? This is boring and long, why no monster hunts ?" Well… 👆.

At least, I can understand the last statement from the gamers because the story is rhythmed by the hunts, but for the rest, lads, this is the book for Time of Contempt and a part of Baptism of Fire.

And this where my "yes this is accurate" lands.

Time of Contempt particularly contains a f.cking loads of politics, of mages and a lot of Ciri. Sure Geralt is the main POV in a good amount but in the politics part for the most of it. This is basically him in rooms with people, discussing. He doesn't do much other than that. To be fair, there are always good fights, he has always good fights, and this books provides, but the monster fights are not that over present and overall, Geralt is reluctant to kill in general except when he has to protect. He fights people… The real monsters of the stories.

What did I find book accurate in this second volume ? The Thanedd coup setup (the battle is almost pure entertainment). Ciri in the desert, definitely. Some parts of Brokilon. Tissaia's death is delayed in time but accurate. Dijkstra and Philippa general plot in Redania even if simplified. The false Ciri at Nilfgaard. Geralt on the road with Jaskier and Milva at the end.

The issues

As I said, for me the problem is really the choice of pacing that makes some parts feeling dragged and others rushed. Particularly in episode 7. This is the most book accurate part with Ciri, but the pacing of what is before and after makes it odd. She is the only one we feel the passing of time for. The Brokilon part almost not. But technically days had passed too.

I understand what they did there, trying to make us feel her isolation, but putting two parts with different rhythms together that way was what makes it crumble. Making a parallel between Ciri's struggle and Geralt's would have maybe corrected the pacing, and just having scenes with places, travel from afar, something that links the time and space with the characters (they did that a bit with the first episode and that was great !). But distance and time is an ongoing problem on this show.

Speaking of time, note that in the books Geralt stays a long time in Brokilon healing. A month like. And he was in a very bad shape for a long time during this period. This is for those who are unhappy to have him stuck in a bed moaning for too long.

Then the last episode has the major shift from the book with Yennefer. The birth of the Lodge of the sorceresses has one of the best ending arcs and the most twisted storyline with dragged moments. I am not against Yennefer being in the heart of the Lodge with Philippa doing her things on the side, because I understand that having that part told without main character to connect with would be hard for a lot of people but the fact that Yennefer is used has a plot insert too many times irritates me.

The scene where she heals Geralt for example is one that I don't like. In terms of emotions, this is great. But for Geralt this is wrong. I hope the healing is not complete, for S4, like in the books. Because the fact that he is experiencing phantom pain is a part that makes his journey psychologically interesting.

Now, that said !

And this is where I'll develop the good parts for me. And I am sorry if I become (even) more sarcastic but you know… I do what I can with my bleeding heart in front of so much hatred.

The arcs

This is where a lot of people sadly give reason to Tomek about the need for simplification, in my opinion.

They did simplify the plots, true that, but as soon as there are some under layers to dig, this is the big farewell of the crowd. Because I read things like : volume 2 is empty. Geralt is barely in it or without depth. They did wrong to him.

Know that if they really had stopped where Time of Contempt ends, then you would have just Ciri in the desert and the Rats. Final dot (cf my picture).

And if this is empty to you, maybe this is because you've erased the plotlines from your memory, or defining a character the way it is done in the book is not for you.

The series plays with circular references and mirroring characterisation but I guess this is unimportant. Lazy. Irrespectful. Uncaring. Or whatever. Because this is not forefront.

Maybe you wanted more than a rampage at a post frontier and the walk into the mist. I can understand that this is not satisfying in terms of fulfillment for his presence, I really can, but there is closure for his arc too in there.

But maybe you missed the full circle in this part of the journey for him too. And if you didn't. Maybe you don't care. I don't know...

I am not above anybody else. I watch things with my own perspective. Maybe you think I am stupid or currently arrogant or overlooking things. So be it. I am the stupid one then. I don't mind. But I'll do it anyway. I'll do my shitty analysis. So many scream. I have the right to stand my ground for what I appreciate. Who would read this anyway…

So let's get into the thematics and dig everyone's plotlines, shall we. I will divide this into parts and develop many characters through those aspects.

Blood family vs found family

Vulnerabilities

Loyalty and betrayal

Clinging onto the past and repeating history

Blood family vs found family

In the last part of S3, several characters have a defining moment about family. And they are mirroring each other within their relationships. They have been setup early in the previous seasons.

The accent is put on the found families and how strong their links are. For some more than blood. And then how sometimes, blood heritage goes against that.

We have obviously THE found family. Ciri, Yennefer and Geralt, extended to Jaskier (thank god!). They have all left their blood family behind. Book Jaskier not totally but the series one seems to.

The trio of Destiny as I like to call them, are three orphans linked by destiny but fighting it in the first place. This is only when they accept it that the family emerges. And this is a strong one. Their issues with their blood family define a part of their actions and how they grow.

Geralt was abandoned. In response to that trauma he printed in himself the will of never to do that to Ciri ever ! (vol 1). Even in the letter he wrote to Yennefer, he tells her that this is the first time he experiences real fear. And this fear is to lose Ciri and her… Losing against Vilgefortz made this fear a reality. So now in Brokilon when he is trying to walk back to Ciri even when he can't is the display of his desperation. He has to accept that despair first so he can heal enough to actually have a chance to succeed. This desperation transforms into rage that can burst at any time. He is calm on the surface, but a boiling volcano inside.

White Knight complex and neutrality (side note). In S1, in Blaviken we established that Geralt has a white knight complex and he tells the story to Renfri of how he chose neutrality, telling her a story that illustrates that. He saved a young girl from a rapist. And while he thought he did the right thing he ended up being the one treated like a monster. That is why he chooses not to get involved again. Renfri's story showed him that not taking a side was impossible but he sticked with it anyway. Neutrality became his mojo and tried to live with that, even teaching it to Ciri. Renfri's broach was a reminder of that silent promise he made to himself. And the Thanedd coup is the pinnacle of that resolution and desire to protect. Till the end he won't pick a side. But when he failed against Vilgefortz everything crumbled.

The last scene we have with him, that rampage doesn't come from nowhere as a lot likes to think. The soldier suggests he would rape the girl. And that's what triggered his rage. Yeah the same story that made him who he was… I guess this stupid and empty…

The broach he leaves behind is the symbol of the neutrality he abandons. He is a man with a huge scar inside and the only thing that can soothe him is finding his daughter.

Jaskier says it out loud beforehand in case you would miss what to come : the war outside is nothing in front of what Geralt would unleash on this Continent to find his daughter.

The arc of neutrality is closed. Time for a new one. A hurt dad, a warrior, roaming the Continent to find the child he promised never to abandon. No depth at all in the writing of this arc… yep yep.

But this is not the only layer of Geralt. We will see that in another point.

Now Yennefer. She has the easiest arc to get. Her blood family sold her and in her struggle to get control over her own life she hurt the two found families she had. First Tissaia whose mother side became apparent when she had to take the same responsibilities with Ciri. Then Geralt and Ciri when she succumbs to Voleith Meir. But her redemption arc fulfills her need to be a mother. Even if she fails finding Ciri and leaves that task to Geralt (which is a plot hole in a way*), she comes full closure with her motherhood duties.

And she has a beautiful and powerful new goal and it is turned toward the found family. She will make sure to make the world a better place for her to return to. Isn't that some of the strongest push parents can experience ? The need to make the world better for their children ?

(*) In the books, Yennefer is incapacitated so it is logical that she is unable to find her. Here they will need to find a good explanation.

The arc of Yennefer circles and mirrors the one with Tissaia in a very emotional way. For a part, this is one the lesson she gave to Ciri and the one she took so long to understand. Without control, power is nothing. When you have control you can move mountains.

The first day in Aretusa, Yennefer tries to commit suicide because she feels that taking her own life is the only thing she can control. Tissaia tells her that doing so, she didn't have control, she was losing it. And the rectoress did the exact same thing at the end… (she lets go for other reasons though)

Ciri is at the core of the found family and she lost every one of her blood family. Emhyr is the last one and you can't say this is a nice perspective. Yet she doesn't know. Then she grew being afraid of her own heritage. Her bloodline is terrifying to her and makes her feel like a monster. And she is trying to make the best of it, expressing idealistic thoughts and wishes.

The found family is her last grip on feeling safe and having a life. She clings onto them with everything she has. She is so afraid to lose them too. And… it happens. Her mojo is to find them.

Hallucinating, in the desert she confronts her blood ancestors who push every button of her insecurities. When she relinquishes her powers, this is her last stand to protect her found family from herself. She doesn't want to be Falka and burn the world down and them with it.

But then when she kills for the first time, she loses herself. The importance of a life was one of the last of Geralt's lessons, but she succumbs to a penchant to like killing (see her face when she killed the echnea) buried deep inside, exactly like Falka. That's why she chooses to call herself after her.

For those who find this too easy, that she should be used to visions and not break. OK then, get in the same state of desperation, get lost in a desert for days, hallucinate and try to stay strong. Too long ? I thought she broke easily…

One of the things that was so touching, on the first part of that desert wandering, was how much she tapped into her found family teachings. Geralt and her witcher brothers for survival skills. Yennefer for magic. And Jaskier… for comfort.

So now Jaskier. He is a different kind of protector. We don't know much of his past in the series to know about his siblings and past traumas but the found family is everything to him. This season proves it even more blatantly. He chose Geralt as his family very early on but the real turn into a proper family member dynamic appears with Ciri. The fun uncle or even big brother.

From S2, we saw him develop a strong protector side to his personality. He is willing to help those in need. The elves. Yennefer… Also he kind of protects Geralt, even under torture. S3, within the found family he isn't the strongest member. The weakest we could say. But we see that protector side to him, in the fights for example. Helping the wounded to get to safety. Or pushing people out of the way (Valdo or the last fight with Geralt). Or even helping Radovid returning home after a heartbreak...

Ciri has the strongest protectors possible. Geralt and Yennefer. And they are teaching her their skills. She has enormous latent power. What can a simple bard do ?

Answer : he protects the last drop of childhood she has. He is the one she can be a normal child with. Playing games, even having fun of the parents (lessons of smiling, imitating them in the wood,...). He is a confort person that grounds her in her normality.

Being a comfort. This is what he does in the found family. For each member. But this is particularly moving to witness for that lost child. And hearing her sing the song he sings to her to help her sleep, trying to stay strong in the desert, tells how much he was important to her too.

The trio of Destiny isn't the only one that struggles between blood family and found family. We have other characters that are much defined by this dichotomy. Like Milva, Dara, Fringilla and Francesca.

For Milva, we just understand that her found family is the dryads, whatever happened to her and wants to forget. Dara has lost all his blood family because of one of Calanthe's army's raids. His found family is the elves led by Francesca, with whom he has a feeling of being with his kind again, until he understands the path she is taking will just send him in a very bad place. He is tired and tries to rebuild himself with the dryades.

Both of them highlight what is nursing inside of Geralt, for us to understand his last fight. Dara speaks about the hatred he carries and is going to destroy him if he doesn't stop. Milva makes him speak about Renfri and his neutrality paradox.

This is not a sign of erasing a character to make others speak in his presence and having some kind of defining moment. That character then reflects on the other, defining him by a mirroring effect. Sometimes in the same way, sometimes in the opposite direction. Heroes don't have to always say things out loud for that to exist in them. Maybe some thought that Dara and Milva were taking the spot. I did not.

Now for Fringilla and Francesca this is a bit more complex. And for them, they go down the other way around for a long time. Blood family first.

It begins with Fringilla whose uncle is a member of the Brotherhood. The magic school isn't much of a found family to her as she has an anchor there. After Yennefer switches kings with her, she ends up in Nilfgaard having a totally different life. She built strong links there and in a way she found guidance and purpose. While she tries to serve her emperor she meets the elves and makes a very strong friendship with Francesca. She begins to move forward and that alliance blossoms into something inspiring. Especially when she saves the elven bady.

But as soon as this baby is born, the loyalty of the elves shakes and what I believe was her kind of found family begins to drift away. Francesca says to her that she values their friendship but blood is more important. Fringilla will try to find the support of her uncle at some point but he refuses to help her.

This is when Fringilla becomes independent.

The rupture is particularly strongly displayed in S3 when she watches her uncle die without any feeling for him.

On the contrary, Francesca sticks by blood first at all coast, and she loses everyone brutally. Not that she is wrong or anything else to be that attached to her kind. This is just the way it turns out for her. And by the end of it, learning that Fringilla hid the real murderer of her baby, she ends up pushing her from her life, severing the last link of possible family outside her kind. She is alone with her vengeance burning inside of her. Pretty much like Dara described it. Pretty much like an old part elf woman who let the rage consume her… Mirrors again.

Vulnerabilities

Maybe the biggest character who shows vulnerabilities and is able to demonstrate love is Jaskier. This is the obvious one. And I will probably make a separate post analyzing him and Radovid this season, because the games of masks plays a big role in Jaskier defense mechanism. Let's just say for the sake of this f.cking review that this so empty relationship for the majority is there to help us understand how and when he hides his feelings, how he speaks of real love…

He is probably the most open character to emotions and shows us a lot, but, even he, tries to hide his wounds to the others. For others.

So emotional shock after another, we can assess the damages and how strong he is for those he loves.

His main weakness, if I can call it that way, is his biggest strength too. Empathy. Makes him feel too much. And his love for others (especially Geralt) plunges him in deep vulnerable emotional states. This season, this is still the case, and to a great extent too. Don't get fooled by his levity, jokes and smiles.

But let's take a look at our trio of Destiny.

Ciri is vulnerable and afraid at first but she learns to hide it more and more, until everything is unveiled during Thanedd and the desert. She is so damaged by her abandon issues and she is living her worst nightmare. When she hallucinates, all of her ancestors push her buttons, poking at this particular pain she holds.

Yennefer has many issues and she is a insecure person empowered with strong chaos. We saw her struggle to free herself from everyone wanting to control her in S1, and on top of that to have her powers back in S2. That internal urge to be the one deciding about her own destiny, to be able to have a choice.

She goes to great lengths for that. Too far. Yennefer gives Ciri two valuable lessons based on her experiences. One about control and power. The other about making choices and their consequences.

And one thing I appreciate and shows growth in her character is that she lets the one she loves see when she is vulnerable and talk about it. Ciri, Geralt, Tissaia. Even Jaskier in her own ways, since S2.

But one of the biggest growth in that field is Geralt. If I wished they included more of the book's vulnerabilities early on for him (about the fact that he believes that his mutant condition excludes him to be worth his own emotions), they didn't cut it all and he had other vulnerabilities and insecurities worth the growth.

He is emotionally constipated and has problems expressing his feelings. Not the hiding part, when he is like, I am a rock, I don't feel, but more when he has to communicate his feelings.

In S1, he tries and fails with Yennefer at the mountain. But he shows a great deal of emotions, at the expense of Jaskier though. In S2, to help Ciri he has to open up. And we find him having deep introspective moments with Vesemir. Likewise, he is a bit more open to Jaskier with whom he shares his fears.

But in S3, for the first time, he expresses his feelings and exposes his vulnerabilities to Yennefer and they connect deeply then. Also when he is wounded and healing, he is open raw for a moment.

After that he brings back his kind of neutral face, but the last fight is one of the moments he bleeds what's inside.

Also like in the books, they show that even a character that strong can be broken.

This failure brings a lot out of Geralt for the future. He wants to die because of it ! He refuses healing because he wanted to die ! The only thing that kept him alive was to have news of Ciri and Yennefer. When Jaskier finally arrives (days after) this is what he asks only. He just wants to go knowing that they are well. He clutches Jaskier's wrist because he is his last hope to have this news. He empathises with him as he struggles to deliver the informations (that subtle stroke) but he needs to know. This is a silent "please tell me Jaskier".

Then he chooses to accept the healing when he knows Ciri is still in danger. He won't rest until she is safe.

But I get that the consensus is right. Moaning in a bed. Boring as fuck. No depth in it either.

Loyalty and betrayal

Here again I could speak for days about Jaskier. His portrait should be in the dictionary next to the definition of loyalty. Even in his faux pas, he doesn't betray because his heart is in the right place. When Geralt confronts him trying to push him to Redania, they simply have an honest discussion about it.

I could speak about Yennefer's betrayal also, trying to sacrifice Ciri in S2. But I wanna highlight some secondary characters that have arcs around this.

The first one is Cahir. At the beginning of the series, he is the definition of loyalty to his leader. He has almost a religious faith (S2). But the mission given to him leads him on a path to lose that faith. In S3, he is trying to get back to a position where Emhyr valued him, and he goes to the point of killing a friend to get there. The broken mirror symbolizes that moment of shift.

(This part I could have put in vulnerabilities but I won't come back on the character sonI put it all there)

He is mirroring Ciri in his fears. She had nightmares about him. He has nightmares about her. When they face, they face their own fears. When Ciri cannot kill him he kind of pledged her allegiance, setting up his obsession to join de Hansa to save her (they may drop the weird attraction thankfully).

For him to work fully, we needed maybe one more scene between the Thanedd coup and fighting with Ciri. This is Emhyr's lie about Fringilla's death and her last little push, telling him to think by himself, that cut the last string attaching him to his emperor. But Cahir cannot live that way. What he has done is too much, he needs to be free from his guilt. Hence he asks Ciri to take his life as a price to pay for the sufferings he caused her.

But this is not how she thinks (yet) and vengeance is not her solution. Winning the fight was enough for her to overcome her fear about him. She won a silent battle.

Cahir needs redemption so he goes by the only way he knows. He devotes himself to her. This can seem blurry because he has very little screen time this season. But here we are.

Francesca is loyal to her blood kind, but trying to find a way for her species to survive she betrays some of them, losing progressively the faith people have in her. The last one to have an undefective trust in her is Filavendrel because they share the same pain, I guess.

The dramatic turn for her is that she has to sacrifice the squirrels in order to save the others. So she kind of betrays them all at that point.

Though one of her last biggest sad moments is when Fringilla tells her the truth about Emhyr. The last scene they have together is hard. All is not black and white though we can understand Francesca's deep emotion and feeling of betrayal. This is not fair for Fringilla and this settles the down path for the queen of elves.

In the secondary characters we could play all day with Dijkstra and Philippa in terms of loyalty and betrayal. The frontiers are so blurred between them two. Dijkstra is loyal to Redania to a sick extent. Philippa plays by her own rules to the point that it is unclear who she is loyal to.

But the last but not least big loyalty betrayal moment goes to Vilgefortz and Tissaia.

Technically Vilgefortz is loyal to no-one. But he played for so long with Tissaia… Their story is the evil side of what could have been Geralt and Yennefer's if Yennefer had been truly malevolent. Tissaia is echoing the deepest hurt in Geralt's heart and rewinding everything why Geralt took so long to forgive Yennefer.

(Tissaia was way more developed in the series than in the books to help building the emotions for what is lost and internal struggles for other characters)

Clinging onto the past and repeating history

That you liked it or not, despite being not lore accurate, BO has a lot of circleling and mirroring meta. Elves being the oppressors of dwarves, and humain becoming the oppressor of everyone less. Or the funny parallels between the couple Eile/Fall and Jaskier/Geralt.

The simple story of Merwyn is an example that repeats itself in history. Francesca being her mirror through the length of another elven legend.

The elven queen is one character that is very changed from the books and has a strange setup for later parts with the lodge. But she echoes some other characters, and stories. There was a symbol in S2 with the white rose that was a foreshadowing of what would happen to her as it echoed Sherraewedd of whom we learn the legend of in S3. The same way that elven warrior did, she is the one that may lead her kind of a new path of extinction, sacrificing the squirrels to Emhyr for a land for the rest of them… Cintra in place of Dol Blathanna.

And in the same way if Merwyn who had the well being of her people in mind she clings too long onto legends of the past. Willing to find a new home for them.

Btw, she is set up as a vengeresse willing to burn the world down as everything she loved was taken from her. Does she not remind you of someone who could now do the same for his found family ?

She is the circling history for a part of elven history.

For the human part, still connected to the elves though we have Falka whose story is set up in S2 and nourishes Stregobor hatred. That burning hatred is seen in many characters with the effect it has on them. Ciri relinquishing her powers in order to prevent falling in that pit too is a first step to break the cycle but what is waiting for her is a pit of darkness.

Also we have Istredd the historian that digs to unveil the mystery around the monolithes. Very quickly said in S3 but he knows about the book of Monoliths. Vilgefortz knows already about it and he is yet to unlock their power. That's why he made Istredd prisoner during the coup. That mystery is one of the key component to BO story and the Wild Hunt that is now leaking in our dimension.

And those monoliths were there before the elves came. Dwarves and gnomes venerated them.

I know people are mad about this but I think this is an easy visual anchor for the gates between realities. And if you read the books you know who can travel through dimensions… So yeah. We are circling again there with this.

And now the Thanedd coup is the shock that finally destroys the old system but nothing emerges except chaos and favors Emhyr's. The wipe of the Brotherhood is also a not too subtle nudge to women getting free from patriarchy. In this battle we see the oldest and the male fall one after another. And in this mayhem I have to admit I loved Stregobor last stand. Delightfully twisted and satisfying.

Now there is one final point because one member of the old system has survived a little bit longer…

Tissaia has a bunch of lost children under her care. Every one of them rejects the model she is trying to preserve. She believes in the fragile peace they have created and maintained with the Brotherhood.

Fringilla sees another way with Emhyr and believes in his goal for quite some time, until she has the chance to evolve by herself and she discovers the true face of the emperor.

Working with Dijkstra, Philippa sees the crack in the old system. And she sees the opportunity to take a new turn as it crumbles.

Yennefer doesn't care about the system. She wants to regain control over her life. And she opposes Tissaia on a personal level. But doing so she adds cracks into the walls. She reconnects with her mentor when she becomes a mother to Ciri, seeing finally the mother in her she always has been. Yennefer doesn't protect the old system, fighting by Tissaia's side, she is fighting for her.

The final push that lead Tissaia to commit suicide is Yennefer saying that she is their mother and that they need her. Her children don't need her anymore. She is just a relic of the past. Because they love her, they cling onto her. But they have to fly. We see her abandoning her severe mask and going soft, accepting to lose control. She cuts herself the last string that holds them to the old system. And the Lodge of the Sorceresses is that : a new power emerging from the ashes of the old one.

And there so many other little parallels that I wish I would speak about. Little pieces for us to dig and get the layers under those characters. I didn't even get into the political part. But I have to stop somewhere because I am too long...

OK but why pointing out that repeating history, the past parasitizing the present, all the time. We are going nowhere. Do you think ?

Nenneke said to Ciri that she could be the key to ending the circle of hatred and the young woman idealized it. She doesn't know how. But she wants to put an end to all this. Does she succeed ?

Well I guess that no-one cares now.

The circle of hatred had won on this side of the spheres so...

Empty, without soul, unnecessary, diversity garbage, unfaithful, no actor good enough except one… you are so many so it means you must be right. But still I love this show. I can't help it.

I hope someone would appreciate the effort of the underlying structure of my garbage. Circle and parallels...

#tws3 #i am sometimes passive agressive in there so be warn #critical #both good and bad #spoiler i love the show #if someone has the courage to read all this.... #(i wish it was not limited to 10 pictures) #my potato gifs #long post #review

[still-a-morosexual-help]

You wrote "A big part of pulling free from expectations put on women is by breaking genderstereotypes, which leads to men being able to wear dresses, makeup, heels without being mocked for it because everyone should be able to present themselves in a way that makes them comfortable & happy." OK. But that's not attractive. I'd never fuck or be in relationship with a man who's not masculine. And people like you are erasing masculinity by promoting this mindset. I need traditional, masculine men in life. Because I'm a feminine woman. Men should be happy to be men, and live in their masculine energy. Men are mocked for being men in today's messed up society. That's why we need people like Jordan Peterson and other positive influences to lead them to the right path.

If you're attracted to masculine men, I'm gonna tell something that's very important. Listen up:

GOOD FOR YOU

I genuinely do not care.

Your preference and tastes are your business and like cool man. I'm not trying to dictate your life. Your life is your life. (Obviously as long as it isn't hurting others;) You deserve the freedom to be who you like, act how you like and well do who you like ;)

...get it.... ?

Understand that everyone should be extended the deceny and humanity to be who they want to be ? (Adding this again, because I know you're just the type of person who'd jump through hoops to twist this into saying I'm excusing like mass murder or whatever: as long as it isn't hurting others)

So once again;

Understand that everyone should be extended the deceny and humanity to be who they want to be ? Even men?

If a man wants to be "traditional" then sure cool good for him. If he wants to wear a cute little dress then sure cool good for him. It's not up to anyone else to dictate that choice. Definitely not you and me.

Girl if you like 'em traditional then go find a traditional man. Surprise, Surprise they still exist. They're not some endangered species or whatever you think is happening. I'm not out here hunting them for sport. Coming and complaining to me won't help. If you can't find a traditional man then I think that speaks about some problem from your end not mine :/

Okay but I love how I said that everyone should be able to be "comfortable and happy" in their own skin and you immediately followed that by "OK. But that's not attractive." !?!?!?!??! DUDE!?😂😂😂😂😂😂

Men (and anyone really) aren't just inanimate objects whose sole purpose for existence is to be attractive to you. They deserve to be comfortable and happy even if you don't find them attractive.

That's like someone saying they have a preference for I dunno blond men or whatever? And then believing every man in the world should dye their hair blond just so they'd appeal to that person.

....do you see how unhinged that is?

...how much of a dick move that is?

Maybe that's why you seem to be having trouble finding a traditional man🤔

Sorry! Sorry! That was below the belt. But I dunno a person's chances of getting a date usually shoot up when they're not blatantly an asshole. When they're not putting their partner's sex appeal to specifically them above said partner's happiness & comfort....

Here's my question, I'm an Obey Me! blog right?

How the fuck did you get here? "Traditional" men really are an extinct species in that game😭 did you get lost? are people putting hits out on my name? sending you in here? like genuinely how did you end up here?

Also side note, because I find it really interesting; the characteristics of "traditional men" and "traditional masculinity" has a tendency to change between culture & time. It doesn't really change the flow of our conversation because that's not really the point of it, but it's something interesting to read about if you wanted

Okay well, good luck I guess ❤️✌️

#asks #lol

[circledotdestroy]

Retrospective - Chapter 4: Professional Conversations

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader (the slowest burn) Main summary: After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again. Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now? Masterlist First Chapter Last Chapter Word Count: 5,708

A/N: So Aizawa decided to comeback finally the other day... How are we feeling? Anyway, I hope this helps the manga readers. (I'm so sorry it's been over a month, life decided to throw me at the wall a few times. Because I've been struggling with posting chapters as often as I want to, I've decided after this one I will be cutting down the size. I hope it works out for the best, but that means there will be a larger number of chapters. I hope those of you that read my story don't care too much) (Also where the hell is Mic???)

For the rest of the meeting you stood breathless. Heart gushing blood through your ears.  The words of your proposal dissolved as everything after cemented arrangements flowed into nothingness. You smiled, nodded, and told your new boss you understood his terms as his words reached your ears. Yet you grasped at nothing.

Nezu left the room satisfied. Said something about signing and a new ID. On his way out he wished you the best working for Eraser’s class. You did well, you think. 

When Nezu was gone, heavy thunking and a giant shadow from the corner of your eye irritated you out of your trance. It was Mic, jiggling the briefcase by the handle. Your laptop was still in there! Slightly annoyed, you swiped at the handle to snatch it back. Mic pulled it away before you could, saying something about how he knows you can grab it, and to “try harder”. 

You rolled your eyes in a huff, though now wasn’t a good time to break character. Right? You looked around the bright room and almost everyone was gone. The clock on the wall ticked away as you tried to place when everyone left on a timeline. Nemuri waved on her way out, All Might gave you a thumbs up. This was maybe five to seven minutes after you volunteered your time thoughtlessly. When the vote was over, the only people who needed to be in the room was you, Nezu, and—

You turned to the right of Mic’s chair. Eraser finished gathering his folders from his table. Nezu left the details of your position to him. There were many questions you had about being an advisor, but the main one was ‘what does Eraser have in mind?’ Eraser went around the table. Before you finished thinking you’d need to stop him to clarify your new temp job, he joined you and Mic in the center of the room. 

In typical fashion, Mic caught on and spoke up before you thought of how to open. “You’re working with Strife then, Eraser? You excited?”

Eraser huffed, ignoring his question. Whether he regretted agreeing to the arrangement already, or he was annoyed Mic brought it up, you weren’t sure. So much for fostering a good professional relationship. You understood though. Just because something is objectively better, like having someone help you prepare twenty kids for a grueling exam, doesn’t mean it’s what you wanted. “I need to talk to Strife. Alone.”

Mic’s grin left his face as he looked at you then back at Eraser then back at you. “Alright,” his smile came back as he shrugged. Mic flipped your briefcase over his shoulder and walked toward the door, leaving you with the friend-of-a-friend. “Try not to keep her too long!” Eraser watched Mic leave the room. In the silence, the conversation you had earlier came to your mind again. Now that you owe him, thinking of how you stormed off earlier made you want to ask Mic to stay. Not out of fear, but because he’d make this interaction less uncomfortable. 

But it was too late when the door shut. 

You and Eraser. Alone. In a bright, empty room. There’s no need for played up charisma—not when he was past it all and knew you were full of it. Eraser, unexpectedly, held out the folders to you. Grabbing the small stack cautiously with both hands, you thought back to your earlier theory about the folders holding information meant to cast you out. If that was the case then he wouldn’t give you these now. Not when he can hold the folders as leverage for later. Eraser didn’t say a word until you flipped open the first folder, on the top there was a school photo of a boy with red hair. “My class starts training today in Gamma at 9:30.” Toward the middle there was another picture of him in the UA gym uniform. One of his arms was rigid like the side of a cliff, while the other looked normal. “Those contain the information of a few students in my class, I’ll give you more later. I want them to work on creating Ultimate Moves for the exams.” 

That’s it?

Eraser could’ve done that without you. Why would he agree to the deal, if the training was independent work?

Your finger traced the paper up to the lines next to the headshot of the boy. The first line should be his name. Squinting  at the page, your eyes bounced across the paper. The page was incomprehensible, a salad of lines and squares. You closed the folder and looked at the gray capture weapon again, it was easier to see what actions he’d take if you looked around his shoulders. “It’d be best if I observe the students before I read the files.” 

Eraser shifted his weight to one leg, causing a shift where his weapon overlapped. “Any reason why?” His weapon was too clean for it to be used frequently. Maybe he got it replaced recently? Yet again, with everything you heard about the school, his students fighting off villains without licenses… it’d make sense if he was sidelined from doing hero work if his teaching his class was a handful.

“I want to judge them myself,” you answered, mirroring his stance. You lowered the folders in front of your body. Eraser made no moves to take them from you. “Judges don’t read about people taking the test before the exam. It’s like how  students don’t meet judges grading the exam. It plays into…” you tried to find the right word. An equivalent to “impressions”, but drawn blank. You raised a gloved hand to pick the word out of the air. Eraser just leaned back with a vacant stare making it harder to concentrate. You closed your eyes and sighed as you settled on “-first sight, if you understand.” 

 When you opened your eyes, Eraser gave no input of his own. He stared blankly, with nothing to suggest he knew what you meant.

 Language switching wouldn’t be acceptable with him like it would be with Hizashi. If you were supposed to give advice to students, then you’d need to communicate clearly. How often would you have to play Word Find in front of teenagers? If you wanted to stay here long enough to locate Akari—hell, if you wanted to investigate in Japan, you needed to get your act together. And quick. “It would also help if they are focused on their training, not a stranger in the room.” While you figure out the mechanics of their quirks, you can have some time to think about and practice what you’ll say. It’ll be just like the first year.

“My students won’t get distracted,” Eraser crossed his arms, with an edge in his voice. Defensive? “But fine. It’s logical enough. We’ll still meet at Gamma and set something up for you to get the information needed, but the class still has to meet you today. There’s only 10 days of training, no time should be wasted.”

Fair enough. If they’re training ultimate moves, you only need a little time to get the gist of their quirks for day one. Details can come later. It should give you enough time for a language refresher. “Anything else?”  

Glancing at the ground, his boots pointed toward the door. Unlike his weapon, those were scuffed and broken in. The man is as ready to leave as you are. “We have everything covered. For now. We can talk more after you observe the class. We’ll discuss more when the time comes. For now, we’re building their strengths and hammering out weak points.”

The conversation ended and he finished, about to walk out the door. Footsteps thudded against the hard floor as he made his exit. You thought you were ready to see him leave, but “Wait—!” 

Eraser paused.

The hand raised toward him recoiled into a loose fist. You put it away before he turned back. When he did, your eyes trailed to his boots again. “The way I walked out…” They were pointed toward you, and not the door. Good to know you had his full attention this time around. He hummed, that type of thing would be hard to forget in less than a few hours. You tried to find the rest of your sentence and got stuck at a fork in the road. 

Were you supposed to say an apology you didn’t mean?

 You weren’t sorry about why you left. In fact, business and gratitude aside, you were still mad at him. Not that it matters. “I didn’t act my best,” you said, looking up from the ground. What you feel now— it means nothing. 

The man blinked slowly then glanced off to the side closest to the door. Bored already… Him listening to what you had to say was only professional courtesy. 

“I didn’t act my best. You’re giving me this opportunity to let me complete my mission faster, and you don’t have to.” You were going to work with him. You’ll help his class. All of them will get their license. In return, you’ll get the answers you need. When all is said and done, Eraser won’t ever see the Pro-Hero Strife again. “Thank you, Eraser.” Words fell out smooth as sand on your tongue, but you can look at his face again.

Eraser rubbed the back of his neck, dodging your gaze by glancing at the ceiling. “If you judged licensing exams before then you’re an asset. Letting you investigate here is a rational trade, I’d be an idiot to vote against it,” he explained listlessly, meeting your eyes toward the end.

You nodded. “Of course…” After a hectic few hours, this was how your conflict ended. All personal grudges all under the bridge… Just like that. 

Because you two are adults. Two adults with jobs to do– professionals.

You walked past the other hero, your short-term coworker, explained how you didn’t want to keep Mic waiting. He understood, told you he’d have more information ready later. Both of you went into the hallway. Mic was trying really hard to make it look like he wasn’t listening in. Mic tried dodging the suspicion by bringing up food. Fortunately for him, with the way you’ve been using your power– on top of the healing quirk, you needed calories. Enough to fill a black hole with the way your stomach squeezed. Eraser didn’t have the same worries as you. In seconds, he was long in the opposite direction and you were fine. 

Mic led you around campus talking about Lunchrush, another member of UA’s immortality club. With your past experience in the kitchen, a new respect toward the man has grown. He was in charge of preparing enough food for hundreds of people. Showing up unannounced for food felt like an invasion. Lunchrush would have little use for American currency. You really should stop at the bank to make an exchange soon. When you arrived at the cafeteria Mic gave your briefcase back, told you to wait while he worked his “magic”. He strolled backward into the kitchen door, finger guns blazing, to the orchestra of scraping metal. Not long after he came out of the kitchen holding two trays. One with a giant bowl and another with four smaller ones on them. You went to help him but he pointed his chin to a nearby table for you to sit. You hurried to the table, pulling one chair out for Mic then going around to the chair closest to the wall for you to sit.

“Lunchrush thought the request was weird for this time of day, but I figured it’d be closer to dinner for you.” Mic put the tray with smaller dishes on his side of the table. Savory steam floated from his food. His tray had savory broth and spring onion with either soft tofu or an onsen egg (it was hard to tell from your angle), plain rice, the fluffiest rolled omelet, and a strip of tender salmon. It was a feast for the eyes and you can almost taste it on your tongue.

You looked at Hizashi before you drooled over the table like a rabid animal. From your angle, it seemed as if there were no side dishes on the tray he was still carrying. His buckling elbow told you the bowl was heavy. “I tried to get your favorite, but you usually brought your own thing when you finally learned to cook for yourself.” He went to place your food on the table. When you reached to grab the tray, Mic pulled it away. You raised your eyebrow at him. The joke would’ve been more funny if your stomach wasn’t clawing inward to digest itself. Hizashi held the tray closer to you, but pulled it away when you tried grabbing it again. 

“Excuse me?”

 You expected him to laugh in your face then give you your meal, but his expression hadn’t changed from the slightly amused smile from earlier. The tray floated further from your reach as the man before you held the tray high like he was the cover model posing for Waiter’s Weekly. Hizashi looked down, his pose statue-esque. “You never said anything about Kaneko visiting you.”

You put your hands under the table. Once shielded under the table, your fingers interlaced firmly. “I didn’t mean to make you look bad, I’m sorry.” You really were, you’d apologize even if the beloved sustenance was in your grasp. Peering up again, the statue pose relaxed, but Hizashi made no moves to hand you the tray. “The case has been a lot, I guess,” you couldn’t truthfully tell him you forgot to say anything.

“Right—it just slipped your mind.” Mic teased with lasers scanning across your body. You stopped leaning over the table and forced yourself to sit straight. The wound became slightly itchy– a small price to pay. Was he going to ask about you calling him? “I’m gonna keep it real, you’ve been forgetting about a lot of things.” 

“I’m not the only one,” you thought, focus gliding to empty tables toward your right until you heard a sigh. 

“You’re talking about Aizawa?” The plastic tray thudded on the table. A treacherous scrap made you wince when Hizashi pulled his chair further out to join you at the table. “I wasn’t trying to blindside you either.” 

Steam curled into the air from the large bowl creating a veil between the two of you. Your fingers laced tighter, expecting Hizashi to say something else. Unless it was your turn to speak. You acknowledge his statement with a small nod. You moved your tray closer to your end of the table, hot vapor hit your face. You looked into the bowl. Hizashi got you a bowl of udon. The noodles were abundant with just enough rich broth, and it was topped with a crazy amount of vegetables and protein—the perfect thing for your current situation. In spite of your hunger, a lump formed in your throat. Most udon wasn’t supposed to include all these toppings, there was only one restaurant you remember including this much food without having to add on. Hizashi wasn’t playing around with what he said earlier. 

“What are we waiting for,” Hizashi asked, breaking the tension. “Let’s eat!” 

The two of you dug into your meals. As experience taught you, eating good food really does help move pain along. When you get the opportunity to combine the nutrients with sleep, you should feel a whole lot better the next time you wake up. 

“How do you feel,” asked Hizashi. 

You hummed with a slight jerk, worried he remembered your end of the call from days ago. When you processed the teasing edge to his voice, you relaxed. 

“Mentor Strife coming out of retirement, didn’t think I’d live to see the day.” Mic had a cocky smile. “And after you told me you couldn’t multitask—”

  “Not multitasking.” While you didn’t plan for this to be the mission, the mission is what the mission becomes. In this case the mission is finding Akari and helping Eraser’s students pass their test. The latter is secondary, but you know better than to walk around owing people. “I’m not mentoring students.” The students don’t need one–they already have teachers. “I’m helping them pass a test. That’s it.”  

Mic pouted mockingly toward you and you mirrored him briefly before drinking some broth. “Not gonna stay to celebrate after? That’s cold,” Mic shook his head, pointing his chopsticks at you lightheartedly.

“By the time of the exam, there shouldn’t be a reason why I’m still  at school. I need to finish work here before the hotel bill gets expensive. I want to go back to work soon.”

“Stay at the dorms then! We have all the room in the world. Unless…” Mic trails off, and you already know where this is going. “Personal feelings getting in the way of your job?” 

You drop your spoon into the bowl tight-lipped. “I like my space,” you smiled. 

“Space from who exactly?”

“Children,” you showed your teeth, hoping he’d get the hint. 

 Mic put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying! You don’t know who’s working at a hotel. Plus there’s more guests day in and day out than a rock festival. If someone knows what they’re doing, they can find what room you’re in. Swipe a keycard and mess with your stuff.”

“You think Akari would do that,” you asked.

“Were we looking at the right scene earlier?” You leaned back and clutched your nonexistent pearls at his sudden outburst. Mic shook his head, “what i’m trying to say is: If Kaneko finds out where you are, it’d be a huge blow to your plan. If you don’t want to stay at the dorms because of your gross personal feelings–” Mic gagged, rolling his eyes back dramatically. Which, admittedly, got a smile out of you. “Then you could stay at my place– it’s not like I’m using it.”

“No way.” You shook your head. “I don’t know what you have there!”

“My apartment’s clean! Cleaner than yours ever was– I remember your–” Mic said a term you didn’t know the meaning of followed by “Disgusting!”

“I wasn’t talking about those.”

“Because you can’t,” Mic interrupted.

You put a finger in the air, “I’m staying at the hotel. The hotel is close to the train station and I’ll have to travel around for the case anyway. If it makes you feel better, I’ll leave my research here.”

“And if Kaneko finds you?”

You leaned back from Hizashi, you grabbed your chopsticks and chose a random topping floating in the broth. Tilting your head, you pondered his question and thought about what the right answer should be. If Akari were standing in front of you, in your hotel room, after everything she did. Looking back up at Mic, you shrugged. “Let her.”

When the meal was done, you and Mic had to go your separate ways for the morning. He had no problem giving you a refresher on gamma’s location, despite your constant reassurances for him not to. As predicted, the directions confused you into taking longer to leave the building. A good general idea based on your memory, turned into a jumble of lefts and rights. Spotting for “this” symbol over “that” one. Somehow to the gym before Eraser and his class. No one was heading out of the school from where you can, either. Trying your luck you pushed the door open, leading to a hallway that seemed to be in an ‘L’ shape. Exploring further, you spotted the double doors leading inside the gym. These doors were locked, however. 

You leaned on the door, not understanding why the class wouldn’t arrive earlier. Didn’t the staff want the first years to get their license as soon as possible? When the time came around for you, you’d rush to one of the training areas whenever you could. The ticking clock on the wall counted the seconds of your growing impatience. It made it hard to focus on your own thoughts. The off white tiles on the floor stretched out into a blurred vision of mind numbing boredom, then there was an aggressive prodding. 

You slid to the floor– no one was near the building. The small hide away surrounding the entrance would be fantastic for cover if villains ever got into the school. The hall was nice and flat too. You could throw a baseball at a good angle, have it bounce off the wall and knock someone out like that one ti— you needed something productive. Taking your phone out of your case, you checked the notifications. Nothing. Then you looked at your laptop. No one was coming yet, you had another twenty minutes, why not check that too? 

Pulling out the laptop, muscle memory took over. It came to a halt when the page wouldn’t load, no connection to the wifi it said. Checking the schools network, you were surprised to know Nezu never changed the password. Refreshing the page, you finally got into your account. The usual night crew should start their shift now. You moved the cursor to your workload and smiled seeing a red circle on your inbox link. When you clicked it you were happy to see you got a message from Gold Rush, the coworker who volunteered to work on the home-side of the case while you were away. Clicking on the message icon, you hoped he could tell you about what he found while you were in the infirmary.

Unfortunately, he just messaged you to say he just clocked in and wanted to see if you landed ok. It wasn’t what you wanted to read, you sighed, but replied about your progress. He put a thumbs up on the message. From there you had to strain your eyes to read the next block of text. Gold planned to take another look around your neighborhood, ask around to see if anyone saw Akari going into the building before your apartment was demolished— check out the damage again, if you were “okay” with it. When it’s over, he’ll send his notes on the last few days before his shift ends. 

Pressing your lips together, you typed “thank you” then stuffed the laptop in your briefcase. Everything should be fine. Gold was the one who found the postcard Akari left when you were out. You worked with him at the agency for years at this point. He pulled his weight and kept up with you fine. He can hold down what little fort is left, while you’re here. Helping hero trainees. 

You closed your eyes, already exhausted at the prospect of standing up again, but you pushed against the floor. Hold onto the wall. Seethe at some sharp pain in your side for a half-second.

See. Everything will be fine. 

How could it not be? 

You stretched your arms out and then walked in circles.  After a minute or two, the pain didn’t hurt as bad. Maybe calories were all you needed. 

Then there was a faint buzzing down your spine. No echoes in the halls. Just a ticking clock and your beating heart.

A jolt.

 It must be a group outside. Eraserhead and his class finally showed– no doubt about it. You went for your briefcase, not taking your eyes off the hallway. When muffled voices reached your ears, you were perfectly in the center holding the case at your side.  There was another jolt, then a surge hit you full swing. The pain was gone and you felt alive. 

What a lively—and/or terrified— group! You forgot how strong teenagers felt about things. Yet again, the last you were around this many of them was when you were a teenager who felt just as strong. If they were told about the exam prior, they’re either rushing to get the ball rolling or having their heart explode over the deadline. 

Turning the corner, the sea of students was technicolor. And louder than you prepped for. You took it all in. First impressions are integral to how citizens, and therefore judges, view a hero. What were you working with?

The boy with glasses looked like a knight with tubes coming out of his legs– a speed quirk probably? You could see civilians going to him to get them somewhere safe. If he was as strong as he looked, he could pack a punch on larger villains on the way out.

Two students reminded you of Present Mic when he was a teenager. Both of them, a boy and a girl wearing jackets that made them look like little rockstars! The boy had an electricity motif going on, so anybody can roughly guess what his power is—and the girl was wearing boots! And they had speakers? She must have a sound quirk like Mic, fantastic! If they play their cards right, they’ll never go broke.

While you can guess the quirk of those three, many students’ quirks were up in the air. One boy, with a nasty scar over his eye, wore a plain, navy blue jumpsuit. Another boy wore one with black, white, and a bit of yellow–who also had a mutation affecting his elbows, but you couldn’t guess what his quirk would be. At least he was stylish.

When it came to the girls' uniforms you were disappointed. The designers were STILL giving trainees heels! How are they supposed to run top speed in busted terrain? Unbelievable! 

Noticing the girls’ inadequate footwear opened the floodgates on the design flaws on the others. Lack of armor and padding on the boy with a giant tail and the girl with pink skin. Lack of support for the tallest girl wearing a unitard exposing her vital organs. She could be like Midnight and need skin exposure, but you doubt the support company has never seen a sports bra before. The worst sin you bore witness to is a short, purple kid wearing a diaper—a self-respecting hero wouldn’t design that!

The students in front of the line stopped chatting among themselves. Some jumped at the sight of you. The rest of the class went quiet as they assessed you, this stranger, standing in the middle of their hallway where you don’t belong.

“I’m not a villain.” 

No one laughed. The students’ expressions were vacant, they probably thought you were a dork. Your finger twitched as you thought of throwing your hand up and peacing out of there. Why did you volunteer for this position? You stood your ground and stared ahead. Judgemental teenagers won’t be the end of your resolve.

Eraser turned the corner, walking ahead of the silent crowd. “You showed up early.”

“I don’t show up late.” 

Toward the end of the line of students Midnight waved at you as she stood with two other men. One looked like a cinder block-snowman, the other had a swanky trenchcoat and bared his teeth. You waved back at your friend, and a few students turned toward the back of the line. Eraser gestured to everyone, Midnight and the other two teachers included, to go inside the Gym. There’s something he had to take care of and he’ll be back in a minute, he said before giving the key to the boy with the knight outfit. The boy took the key with extreme duty, saying he was honored for the responsibility. Nice to know who the energetic one is.

Eraser handed you blue file folders, similar to the ones you put in your briefcase earlier then started walking ahead of you. He explained the folders had the quirks of the students you’re working with. He took you to another door he had to unlock. It was a sharp contrast to the bright hallways from before. Some cobwebs hung from the dim ceiling and the stair railing. This was the type of place a killer would drag a victim to hold them for a few days. When he turned the light switch on, it was still darker than the outside, but not the worst place you’ve been too. 

Eraser approached the table against the wall holding a couple of computer monitors. He set up the tablet he tucked under his arm to the primary computer, explaining how to flip through the cameras. He said you can take notes on the tablet or in folders, but no matter what he’d need the tablet back. If you wanted anything to think over then you’d need to take notes manually, or bust out your own laptop. 

“I know for the best results, you need time to study the students, but try to wrap it up in around the twenty minute mark,” he explained as he finished setting up. He rolled a chair from the right of the table for you to sit. After everything from earlier, it was hard to believe you both were being professional about this. He must really want his class to pass. “Time is short, and there’s a lot to see in-person too.”

You sat, swiveling the chair. “Got it. No loitering,” you tapped the screen experimentally and the camera shifted. Eraser didn’t react to the statement, but you knew better than to expect him too. You were just here for the job.

Eraser asked if you had anything you needed to know anything else. Scanning the room again, you settled on asking where the stairs led. Apparently, it was an observation room. He said you could watch the class up there with you and leave the equipment alone; but he knew for a fact why you wouldn’t. 

You minded your manners and thanked him for setting up for you before he left for his class. You shook your head as the door shut, his class. Just as you said before, he may have been good with children, but Eraser being a teacher voluntarily was weird. Weirder being alone in a secret backroom.

The air brushed against your neck giving you chills. Where you sit, anyone can come behind you from either the stairs or the door if you weren’t mindful. You shifted the position of the chair’s seat toward the blank wall. With the stairwell’s rotation starting on your right and the table being under the “left” portion of the room, you should have better access to see everything that way. 

Soon, Eraser entered Gamma. He talked to his class for a while. Safe to say, it was about the exam. Midnight stepped beside him, her finger pointing in the air, then Cinderblock did the same thing. It was a cult practice. After he spoke, he turned around and walked away from the group. The boy in the knight outfit was giving a reaction to the Smile Man. The man wasn’t opening his mouth though— were they having a psychic conversation? The knight was pleased by what the Smile Man told him. Other students were giving him weird looks, further proving the psychic theory. 

Eraser spoke again and then the towers of rocks grew to the ceiling. Wait… You switch the camera view on one of the monitors and the structures reached 90% of the way to the ceiling. Back on the ground Smile Man threw up and more of himself formed, gross, but whatever gets the job done? The students were used to it at this point, because they were obviously hyped.

Starting now, you have twenty minutes to gather as much intel as possible. You clicked the screen to change the camera as fast as possible. The pink, moth girl worked with a substance oozing from her skin. A shorter boy, with a mutant quirk and a cloak, walked with Smile Man toward a farther corner of the gym to a cave structure. The boy with the tail started battling with a Smile Man and he was doing rather well. His combat skills were up-to-par, something undervalued considering not ALL villains are interested in leveling a city.

You switched the camera and nausea hit the back of your throat. The students were walking up the structures and there were no railings. OSHA would have a field day over these violations. Nausea hit you again when you remembered you’d have to join on said OSHA violations. If you didn’t know better, you’d think Eraser agreed to let you tutor his class to torment you. Like in the second you brought up the quid pro quo, he thought of the best way to make you quit and violate the agreement. Pushing the dread aside, you wrote as many notes on the students as you could before twenty minutes were over.

Fun fact: systems change all the time during American Licensing Exams. It’s part of the reason why first impressions matter so much. A good impression can add points, or prevent you from losing points in deduction-based systems. A bad impression will have the reverse effect, and frame everything someone does negatively. It’s easy to say only technical skills should matter, but you need to expect the people to have poor judgment if you want the students to succeed. 

You looked at the time and saw you had four minutes before close. You rushed to finish your last thoughts on the student– the boy from the file earlier, so you can join everyone at the gym. You thought about what advice you should give to him. It was clear from how he hit he put a lot of thought into strength, but if he could work on his speed— You wrote it all down, but then you heard the most GRATING ring you can imagine coming from your side. You recoiled at the sound and saw the monitors were frozen. The tablet on your side blinded you with harsh, white light. 

You squinted at the tablet, your head starting to hurt from the obnoxious, high pitch. You wanted it to stop. You shot from the chair, yanking the cords out of the device as it beeped at you for a password. On the screen, there was a crude image of two stick figures– an adult and a child. 

Eraser put a parental lock on the tablet.  

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Snap! - "The Power" 1990 Eurodance / Eurohouse / House / Hip Hop / Hip-House

OK, folks, strap in, because we're about to dive *deep* into a *very* convoluted history behind this legendary Eurodance-hip-house classic that most people, I'm willing to bet, are actually completely unaware of. German dance group Snap!'s momentous debut single, "The Power," may have set the world aflame in 1990, but the version that you're probably most familiar with isn't actually the initial iteration of this spacious jam 😯.

The first ever version of "The Power" was released in 1989 in Europe, on Logic Records, the Frankfurt-based label that was founded and owned by Snap!'s own two producers, Michael Münzing and Luca Anzilotti. And the biggest difference between this rendition and the one that you've likely come to know and hopefully love over the past three-plus decades is that every single lyric on the original was actually sampled, including the rapping.

Those lines happen to come courtesy of an a cappella version of rapper Chill Rob G's song, "Let the Words Flow," which appeared on the B-side of his 1989 12-inch, The Court Is Now In Session. And the bits of addled sax that were used in "The Power" were also lifted from the full version of that song too, which appears on that same 12-inch, as well as Chill Rob G's overlooked, classic-in-hindsight 1989 LP, Ride the Rhythm. But Snap! never asked permission from either Rob himself or his label, Wild Pitch Records, to use any of his music.

But Wild Pitch doesn't actually seem to have really minded the unauthorized use of their songs. Owner Stu Fine even wanted to release "The Power" Stateside, and seeing how successfully it had managed to perform in both Germany and the UK, Chill Rob G thought it'd be beneficial to his own career too. So, on March 5, 1990, Wild Pitch released "The Power," which seems to have been the same exact version as the previous one, but rather than being credited to Snap!, the artist was listed as Power Jam featuring Chill Rob G instead; and somewhat inexplicably, although hip hop legend Mark the 45 King had produced every song on Ride the Rhythm, the production credit for this release of "The Power" was given to him too 🤷‍♂️.

But a much bigger label than Wild Pitch, Arista Records, also wanted in on some of this action as well. And for legal reasons that I'm not really able to fully comprehend, they were barred from releasing the same exact song on their own label in the US, so they decided to just have it re-recorded instead. And this is where the version of "The Power" that you're most familiar with comes from. The sampled Chill Rob G verses were replaced with the intimidatingly deep, clogged-sinus bellows of frontman-rapper Turbo B, and other brand new additional vocal wrinkles, like the "he will break my heart, he will break my heart of hearts" portions, which were inspired by Chaka Khan's 1978 song, "Some Love," were supplied by singer Penny Ford. But not all of Chill Rob G's lines were erased from this new version either; the famous refrain of "it's gettin' kinda hectic" managed to stay, even though it would be mouthed by Turbo B in the music video.

However, the funniest part of all of this is that Turbo B, who wasn't even in Snap! when they first released "The Power" in 1989, still warns everyone in one of his verses that they better not try to steal *his* words—which is exactly what Snap! did to Chill Rob G—or there will be some serious hell to pay! 😂

Copy-written lyrics, so they can't be stolen If they are, "Snap!", don't need the police To try to save them, your voice will cease So peace, stay off my back Or I will attack, and you don't want that

So, while Wild Pitch and Chill Rob G tried to capitalize on "The Power" with their own US release of it, just a few weeks later, Arista would drop their own re-recorded version of it in the States too, and then that one would fully succeed as the most popular version in the world.

Now, something else that you may have never realized about this song is that, although in the music video Penny Ford appears to be the one who's singing the song's most iconic line, "I've got the power," those are not actually her vocals. From jump, that line was sampled, and it belongs to an a cappella version of Jocelyn Brown's terrific mid-80s post-disco tune, "Love's Gonna Get You," which Snap! also wasn't first authorized to use either. And to go just a little bit off-topic here with another fun fact: another super popular early 90s dance classic, Bizarre Inc's "I'm Gonna Get You," also uses lines from that same song too; "Why waste your time? You know you're gonna be mine" and "I'm gonna get you, baby, I'm gonna get you, yes I am!" originate from that very same track. But rather than sampling the song, Bizarre Inc just had those lines re-sung by soul vocalist Angie Brown instead.

Anyway, to add more to this already pretty tangled web here, Chill Rob G also shot his own video for "The Power" too, which, again, was just the same song that Snap! had originally released in 1989 and then Wild Pitch had released as their own. So, absurdly, you get to see Rob rap the *same exact* small verse two times in a row, because those are some of the only lines that Snap! actually sampled from his own "Let the Words Flow" 😅. And that video also uses a different woman to mouth Jocelyn Brown's "I've got the power" line too!

And in addition to that, all future re-pressings of Rob's Ride the Rhythm *also* included "The Power" as well, starting in 1990. But *that* version was also *different* from every other version that had been released prior too! And *this* version replaced the Jocelyn Brown sample with vocals by someone named Kim Davis, who sounded *nothing* like Brown. And other than some additional lyrics from Davis, the song was almost the same as Snap!'s original version, but not quite, so an additional production credit was given to someone named Nephie Centeno too.

Now, to go back to literally any of the versions of this song that have been released, they are all anchored by another classic sample that Snap! also didn't receive permission to use at first: Mantronix's brilliant piece of 1988 hip hop-breaks, "King of the Beats," which gives "The Power" all of its great and constantly ring-jing-jinging bells. But Mantronix actually sampled those bells from something else, a 1975 song by smooth jazz keyboardist Bob James called "Take Me to the Mardi Gras," which is an instrumental cover of a song from 1973 of the same name that was originally released by Paul Simon. And those bells from that Bob James song can be heard in a whole bunch of other tunes too, including Run-D.M.C.'s "Peter Piper," the end of Missy Elliott's "Work It," a fantastic early 2000s Bad Boy Records remix of pop group Dream's "This Is Me," Boys Noize's "Rock the Bells," and so many other songs.

And for someone like me who can really never get enough of those Bob James bells, I really appreciate the person who edited and lengthened this video for "The Power" here, in order to have it match the long, eight-plus-minute extended re-recorded 12" version that stars Turbo B and Penny Ford.

So now you know pretty much everything that there is to know about this late 80s-early 90s dance classic. And when it comes to a lot of these Eurodancy jock jams that I've been posting a lot more of recently, I happen to love them in a bit of an ironic and rose-tinted, nostalgic kind of way; but "The Power" is one that I know, for a fact, I would still love, even if it was just some obscure song that I'd just discovered recently instead. It's much chiller than a lot of the other more maximalist and intense commercial dance fare that was out at around that same time, and I think it's a genuinely brilliant tune. So, hopefully this thorough post has helped you develop a deeper appreciation for it too 😊.

More fun videos here.

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Stickronpa Chapter 2 - Daily Life(Day 1)

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-..........-

-...My head... hurts...-

-I felt heavy...

-My head feels heavy...-

-I almost didn't feel my body moving..-

-I started to open my eyes...-

Second:"a-ahrg..."

-I could see the bright light from my bedroom lamp...-

-I tried to get up only to feel more pain coming from my body, but in the end I managed to sit on the surface of the bed...-

Second:"... What... What happened...? How did I get to my room...?"

Blue:"Second!"

-I looked to my side, and there was Blue with a tired look sitting on the chair next to the bed.-

Blue:"Oh Alan, I was so worried about you!"

-He put his hands on my shoulders, I felt a little pain...-

Second:"What are you doing in my Room, Blue.?"

Blue:"You... you don't remember...?"

-He looked at me with a melancholy expression...-

Secondo:"I don't... Oh....."

-.......-

-Green... He's dead.....-

-He killed Eraser.... And was executed.....-

-..he....-

-He was smiling.... That smile.... He... He wanted to die??-

-I felt like my heart was going to break into a million pieces.... Why.... WHY!!??-

Blue:"Sec!"

-Blue looked at me with a look of sadness and concern...-

-I looked at him... I couldn't take it... I threw myself into his arms and started to cry....-

-and so....-

-.....-

-....Sec fell asleep...-

—Proteg Switch; Blue—

-I spent a few minutes comforting them before putting them back to bed.-

-I left the room after giving them one last check..-

-I left the room sighing and dripping to the floor sitting in front of the door.-

-I placed my hands on my face trying to hold back the tears that wanted to escape...-

Red:"Blue..?"

-I looked up, seeing Red looking at me with her hands close to his chest.-

Red:"Are you okay..? How is Second..?"

-I rubbed my eyes which stung a lot.-

Blue:"They... They're fine but... They're not handling it very well... I mean, Green... Died... And... They were so close.."

Red:"We were all close to him..."

-I could feel the pain in his voice... I held out my arms to him and without excitement he bent down to my height and hugged me tight...-

-I could hear him sniffling trying not to cry... I patted his back.-

Blue:"There, there..."

-We both stand up, Red wipes his tears holding my hand.-

Red:"Let's go to the cafeteria... You must be very hungry..."

-Red and I went to the cafeteria, this whole time I looked down and felt Red's grip on my hand....-

-It broke my heart to see Red so sad... Same for Second...-

-Green was our friend.... And now he's gone... He tried to protect us.... I....-

-It should have been me...-

-We both arrived at the cafeteria, I looked around, only we were there, Chosen and Sombra too.-

-I wonder what they're doing here...-

Yellow:"Blue!"

-She came to me visibly worried.-

Yellow:"Blue, are you alright...?"

Blue:"Y-yeh... I'm fine Yelly..."

Yellow:"Come on, you must be hungry..."

-She took my hand and led me over to the table and sat me down. I kept looking at her hand not wanting to let go...-

-Now that came to mind.... You... What if she also dies in this hell of a place?? I.... I can't bear to lose her too!!-

Yellow:"Blue...?"

Blue:"h-hun!?"

Yellow:"Blue... I know it's hard... Neither one of us is okay with everything that happened last night..."

-I gulped... I looked around, they were all depressed, Purple wasn't even making eye contact...-

Yellow:"But... Remember what Green said...?"

-..Remember what Green said..?-

Green:"Promise me one thing, find out how to get out of this hell! Make sure everyone survives!"

-.....-

Blue:"Green...."

-In seconds I felt the tears start to flow down my face.... Yellow made sure to comfort me with a hug...-

-The comfort of her embrace was so warm... I... I just wanted to hold her forever and forget about everything that was happening!!-

Monostick:"Get a room, you two!! This is a coffee maker, not a place to make out!!"

-Soon everyone looks at them when they appear. I call noticed that everyone was in the cafeteria now, when did they arrive??-

Monostick:"Excellent! Now that everyone is here, I'm happy to announce that a new floor is open!!"

Dusk:"A new floor..?"

Monostick:"Yes yes! Now, if you want to see the new floor, better hurry up and...... Wait, where's the weeping orange???"

-He asked in a furious tone...-

Blue:"Hey! They are sleeping! Don't you think they suffered enough yesterday, you.... Psycho!!"

-I moved forward raising my hand to strike them...-

Orange:"Do not be stupid!"

-I felt MT's grip on my wrist, holding me back from doing anything drastic...-

Monostick:"Didn't you read the rules, Romeo?? Any aggression towards me is worthy of punishment!! You're lucky bluebird! Because if you touched an inch of me, you would be punished...~"

-I paused.... I wanted to punch that brat....-

Yellow:"Blue.... Don't do what I think you want to do...."

-She holds my hand.... I sighed and remained obedient...-

Monostick:"Excellent! Please tell Second Coming about your findings!~Bayyyy!!~"

-And so they left....-

-Soon after, everyone faced each other and then sat at tables separated from the others...-

-I went back to my desk trying to calm down from this stressful situation...-

Chosen:"I think the best we can do is split up into groups to investigate the next floor..."

Night:"Okay, I'll go with Red and Smoke."

Red:"O-okay..."

Purple:"I'll go with....."

Indigo:"The best thing you can do is go with me—"

Purple:"King!"

-Purple passed quickly, and heads down, by their father... I think they still don't want to make eye contact...-

-Indigo looked confused but soon snorted looking to the side in frustration.-

King:"Why me?"

Purple:"I... I feel more comfortable with you..."

-MT landed and sighed crossing his arms and not saying anything else...-

Freedom:"Me, chosen and Dusk can go together."

Dark:"What!? There's no way me and Chosen who—"

Sombra:"Dark! Why are we working together here??"

-Sombra put an arm around Dark who looked very uncomfortable.-

Dark:"DO NOT TOUCH ME!!"

Sombra:"Waaan, don't be a dull one! We'll become good friends in no time!"

-Sombra immediately took Dark from the cafeteria pot with him trying to get away from him.-

-I decided to join Yellow.-

-After everyone ate, we split up and went to the second floor to investigate.-

-Just like Monostick said, one of the stairs was open, the other one was completely closed and went to a lower floor... What's down there??-

-Yellow and I went up the stairs until we reached the second floor. We started exploring the place and entered one of the rooms.-

-It was a double door that when opened reveals a stage with curtains and benches, next to the stage there was a door.-

-Is this some kind of theater?-

Sombra:"Ha, This place, full of familiarity to me..."

Yellow:"What you mean?"

Sombra:"I believe this place was made for me! The stage is reminiscent of the ones I used to tell shadow stories! Look!"

-He points to a type of prop on the stage, it looked like a white screen.-

Sombra:"This canvas is where I project the shadows to tell the stories!"

Blue:"Nice..."

-I didn't feel like celebrating for his room...-

Dark:"That door leads to a prop closet. That's it."

Sombra:"Maybe when I feel like telling stories, I'll tell them in this room!"

Yellow:"But what is this room doing here?"

Monostick:"Simple answer! It's an Ultimate Lab! Each lab is made for each of you!"

Yellow:"Like... To match our talents?"

Monostick:"DING DING DING! Correct yellowy!!"

-Their voice makes me angry...-

Monostick:"Well, I better go now! See you later, bastards!!"

-And so they left. leaving us alone...-

Blue:"Let's see the other labs..."

-I take Yellow's hand and we go to investigate the other rooms.-

-we enter another room. it was an invention workshop that.....wait...-

Yellow:"M-my...my workshop!? They recreated my workshop??"

-She didn't look nervous or scared... She looked... Excited...?-

Yellow:"it means... I can build my inventions again!!"

-She jumped up and started opening the cupboards and started looking around the workshop.-

-I must admit that even though it's disturbing to know that they know what her workshop looks like, I'm at least glad that she has something that makes her happy...-

-The workshop was spotless, it had every device she ever made and several of her tools.-

-After a good while of her admiring the workshop we left to go to the next room, right in front of hers....-

-It was... A potions room!? Like... My room...?-

Yellow:"I think this room is yours, Blue..."

Blue:".... Yeh.... I'm seeing it..."

-I felt uncomfortable with all this....-

-We started investigating the rest of the "Lab" and...-

-....No... No no no!! W-what the....-

Yellow:"Blue..?"

Blue:"Oh!!? Oh, s-sorry..."

Yellow:"Are you OK..?

Blue:"Y-yes!! Let's just get out of here... I don't feel comfortable..."

Yellow:"Oh, ok... Let's get out of here ok?"

Blue:"O-okay..."

-I... I need to get away from this room... I don't... I can't go back to this...-

-Yellow and I left the room and went to another one. As we entered, we realized it was a library.-

Dusk:"I see you tow are investigating..."

Yellow:"Yes, and apparently this is a library!"

Dusk:"Yup. By the way, I shall present this to you as well."

Blue:"Which is?"

-They presented us with a drawing.-

Dusk:"This is a map I made of that floor. I've already investigated everything with chosen and Freedom, but I believe they are still investigating a little..."

Yellow:"An infirmary! This will come in handy in case we get hurt!"

Blue:"Yes.... Speaking of which, where is purple?"

Dusk:"In the next room with chosen."

Yellow:"Oh ok! Come on Blue!"

-We were leaving the room...-

Dusk:"Remember to take care of your friend Second..."

-I stopped and looked at them... I... I decided to follow Yellow still a little confused...-

-We entered the room and... I can already tell that it is Sec's lab.-

Purple:"Second would love this place!"

Chosen:"It's pretty tight in here..."

Blue:"Hey Chosen... What did you, Dusk and Freedom found?"

Chosen:"Nothing much beyond these labs and a font."

Purple:"And this infirmary too! It's full of useful medicine!"

Chosen:"Yes... But it also contains... Poisons..."

-We face Chosen who opens a cupboard full of small vials and shows them to us. Several had the name "poison" written on them...-

Purple:"W-why would they have poison??"

Chosen:"I have no idea... Maybe it's a way to kill someone...?"

Blue:"Do not say that!! Nobody will die!! NOBODY!!"

-I left the room with Purple and Yellow following.-

Purple:"Blue! What's it..?"

Blue:"Gaahrrr... Nothing!! I just....."

-.....-

Blue:"I just... I want to keep the promise I made to Green....i...I need to protect all of you...-

Yellow:"Blue... You know we're going to be fine... And I don't like seeing you like this..."

-She holds my hand... I felt my cheeks turn red and I smile at her.-

Blue:"th-thanks Yelly..."

-Her smile is so welcoming....-

Purple:"We can continue to investigate! There's more lab on this floor! If I'm not mistaken the king is there..."

Blue:"Okay, let's check this place out...."

-We continue to this last room and pass by a fountain in the middle of the floor.-

Yellow:"I don't think they had much of an idea what to put in this place and said, "Fuck it, I'm going to put a font!"

Blue:"pfff.."

-I didn't hold back I had to laugh!-

-The three of us laughed and went to the room.-

-As soon as we entered the eyes we found a place... Elegant... and confusing...-

Orange:"Arrg!! I hate this place!!!"

Blue:"By the amount of orange, the pillars and the throne... This is your Lab isn't it?"

Orange:"What made you understand this?? The fact that I'm the "Ultimate Monarch"???"

-He looked pissed...-

Purple:"I think it's classy!"

Orange:"I find it insulting!! I'm not a monarch!! Much less a king!!"

-Yeah, the place is fit for royalty for sure...-

-After watching Orange get pissed at the architecture of the room, we all leave the room and head to the first floor.

-hum... I have plenty of free time for now... I think I'll talk to someone while I wait for Second to wake up...-

—Free time—

-Hmm... I think I'll talk to Purple for a bit!-

-They must have gone back to the infirmary.-

-I went to the office and there they were. It looked like they were arranging the curtains next to the beds.-

Blue:"Hey Purp, need some help?"

Purple:"Blue! Yes, some help would be great!"

-I smile and started helping them. They wanted to organize the remedies in alphabetical order and also hide the poisons in a place that no one would see.-

-We spent almost half an hour arranging everything and decided to take a break.-

Blue:"phew! It didn't take that long!"

Purple:"What? You are tired? I don't even feel tired!"

Blue:"How not?"

Purple:"Simple, organizing medicine and medical devices doesn't make me tired! They fill me with excitement! Maybe that's Because my mom always asked me to help with that when I was little..."

Blue:"Um... Maybe that's your talent?"

Purple:"Organizer? No no... I'm not that organized..."

Blue:"Haha no! Medicine! I myself cannot memorize even one of the remedies in this place, but you can! You would make a great doctor, or even a nurse!"

-Purple blushed a little before showing an expression of insertion.-

Purple:"My father always wanted me to be a fighter with him but... I'm not that good at it... I was afraid to fight him when he tried to train me.... To the point that over time I learned to take care of my wounds when I ended up hurt..."

Blue:"Yeh... Your father sucks! Ahh... Sorry..."

Purple:"....He's an amazing person it's just that... He gets angry easily... And I had high expectations when I was born... My mother who helped me better understand how to take care of myself... And I think.... I guess I want to take care of others that I love—I mean care!!"

-Did they mean "I love"...?-

Purple:"Ahh... T-thanks for helping me here Blue!! Bye!!"

-Red-faced, they started to leave the room, almost bumping into everything. I let out an awkward little laugh.-

-After that I also left the infirmar.-

-Who should I talk to now...?-

—Free Time—

-I decided to see Sombra... even if he's weird...-

-He was in his Lab props closet.-

Blue:"Ah... Hey Sombra... How about—"

Sombra:"we get to know each other better? Great idea!"

Blue:"Oh!? How did you—"

-Before I could say anything he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to help with the messy props.-

-After half an hour tidying the closet, I decided to strike up a conversation.-

Blue:"So... How do you tell shadow stories?"

Sombra:"Haha ha! Sure! I've always enjoyed telling people stories, legends, folklore, tales, anything with a dash of tension and drama!"

Blue:"Oh what kinds of stories do you like the most?"

-There was a long pause between us...-

Sombra:".... Fallen Heroes..."

Blue:"oh..."

Sombra:"There's something... familiar and... and depressing about stories of heroes who fail to do what's right... But the ones I relate to the most are the ones that follow a popular saying..."

Blue:"What saying..?"

-He then opened a wide smile... I felt a shiver down my spine...-

Sombra:"Either you die a hero... or you live long enough to become a villain..."

-I stare at him... If he can relate to that kind of saying... Something must have happened to him...-

-But... I don't feel like he's a "villain"... Just a weird guy. ..-

Sombra:"Anyway! And how is your "romance" with your friend?"

Blue:"W-WHAT!!! WHAT THE FUCK???"

Sombra:"hahahahah!!! Your face is the best!! Haha ha!!! Did you really think no one would notice her crush on her???"

Blue:"T-to be honest... She already knows how I feel about her... And I know how she feels..."

Sombra:"Oh, so why aren't you a couple yet...?"

Blue:".... I just want to make her comfortable... Also, I don't think the time is right now... I'd rather get out of here before making it official..."

Sombra:".... Hum... I see... Well, good luck to you then!"

-He smiled. I... I don't feel as uncomfortable with him as I used to...-

-After finishing tidying up the closet, I say goodbye and leave.-

-I went back to the dorms and was going to knock on Second's room door....-

-Had they already woken up...? Should I enter?? What if... What if I just make them uncomfortable???-

-I was about to open the door when...-

-....Their Eyes...-

-Their eyes looked so... Tired and... Sad...-

Blue:"A-ah... H-hi Sec..."

Second:"Oh, hey Blue..."

-They sound so...sad...-

Blue:"Are you..... Are you feeling better..?"

Second:"I... I think so..."

Blue:"......"

-......-

Second:"Blue.... please.... stop worrying about me too much...."

-I..... I just... I want to worry.....-

Second:".... Blue, I miss Green.... And I don't want you to worry anymore.... I don't want—"

Blue:"I WILL NOT DO THE SAME AS HE DID!!!"

-I covered my mouth real quick. Feeling my tears running down my face...-

Second:"......."

-.......-

-I-I... I'm an idiot....-

-......-

-I felt their arms wrap around me...-

-I hugged them back... I don't want to lose them... Not like I lost Green...-

Second:"We'll all be fine Blue..."

-They held my hands and wiped away my tears...-

-Their touch is so delicate... I didn't want to cry... I felt weak...-

-..pathetic....-

*DING DONG BING BONG*

Monostick:"Good night participants! It is now 10 pm! Time to sleep before someone stabs you in the back!"

Second:"I just woke up... But I still feel tired..."

Blue:"It's best if you stay in bed, Second..."

Second:"You too..."

Blue:"i-if you want, I can keep you company..."

-They smiles... It's the first time I've seen them smile in the last days...-

Second:"Don't worry Blue... I'll be fine..."

-They let go of my hand and close the door.-

Blue:*sight...*

-I go to my room But on the way I see see Yellow...-

Yellow:"Did they wake up...?"

Blue:"Yeah... They're fine but... I guess I'm not..."

Yellow:"Blue..."

-Excellent! Now she is worried!! Idiot!! Blue you idiot!!-

Yellow:"Do you want me to spend the night with you...?"

-I felt my face turn red.-

Blue:"N-no need, Yelly..."

Yellow:"Well, too bad! Because I'm not going to sleep until I'm sure you're going to be okay!"

-She took my hand and led me to my room. She sat me down on the bed and sat next to me.-

Yellow:"Now lie down... I'll stay here by your side... Just like you always stay by mine..."

-I felt my face get redder from her warm smile....-

-I.... I'm really tired...-

-I understand lying on my bed, and slowly feel her lay next to me, but I had my back to her.-

Yellow:"Just sleep ok..? I promise I'll be here when you wake up..."

-Her voice was soothing, her delicate hand was smoothing my back... I felt more comfortable with her...-

-I felt sleepy....-

-I....-

Yellow:"Goodnight Blue..."

—

[To be continued...]

[Decided to split the chapter by days now! So it doesn't get too long!;w;]

#animation vs minecraft #alan becker #animator vs animation #avm second coming #avm blue #avm yellow #avm red #avm purple #avm orange #ava chosen one #ava dark lord #ava freedom guy #ava oc night #ava oc smoke #ava oc sombra #ava oc dusk #avm indigo blue #danganronpa fanmade #avm danganronpa au #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa #stickronpa #stickronpa chapter 2 #danganronpa daily life

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2 in 1 uquizzes

Uquiz #1: What does your OC heart look like?

Uquiz #2: What does your OC path lead to?

broken, missing pieces that once were there: your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

the messenger: a creature of flesh and bones but wrong, wires wrapped around limbs and a steady ticking accompanying each step. His home is in the forest, pale trees with dark eyes, and he clutters on, his bones creaking with every step. The clock keeps on ticking, every moment a blink in the eye of the universe as the years fly by. His steps continue forevermore, an ouroboros lumbering on and on, a mechanical being made from the dead. On and on he clatters, a void that can never be filled, with bloody feet and a chittering voice.

i'd say quite fitting, but the fact the second result is titled "the messenger" definitely sent me

a tangled ball of red strings: who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

the path: the memories left behind by others, each one taking their next step along side you. Softly rustling leaves in the wind, the full moon bathing the forest in a silvery light. A beaten path between towering trees, giant shadows slinking between them. Glowing eyes staring down at you, the animals' gazes piercing right through you. The fluttering of thousand of moths, each flap of their wings accompanied by whispers and the knowledge that somewhere someone's fate has taken a new path.

I'm screaming at the actor result for Mer. OMG. the path is also ironic considering her role chosen by Joseph

molten lava and charred flesh: your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

the virus: Game Over. Try Again? Yes [ ] No [ ] I am tired [x] You are psydelic colors, no clear edges but instead just flowing into the ether, just floating somewhere in-between. You have played their games and lost, tried again and again and again but it could never be enough, no, you have been flawed from the start, always wrong wrong wrong. Aren't you tired yet? Hasn't it been enough, you have done your best but your form was never supposed to fit into the cutout they've created for you, each time you played their game you snipped parts away. And it still wasn't enough, would never be enough. Darling, don't you want to break them as they broke you? Darling dear, remember, they called you toxic and vicious, a virus they sought to eradicate. So stop playing the games you could never win and play your own, you are bright colors as a warning sign, sharp words spilling like toxic fumes from a sharp toothed mouth, you are a predator of this new age.

I am once again asking Cal to stop breaking my heart. Ooochie. The fire symbolism, the forgiveness.

Tagging @thesingularityseries @cassietrn @direwombat @strafethesesinners @madparadoxum @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @shegetsburned @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @jacobsneed @josephslittledeputy @theelderhazelnut @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @neverthesameneveranother @voidika @v0idbuggy @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @clicheantagonist and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

#okay but those results .... #especially Mercedes' #oc uquiz #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: calahan hartley #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #ocs #uquiz tag #uquiz #uquiz results #oc character #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #quiz tag #original characters #character analysis

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A Doll's Blood Pact

CW: Dark as hell, omg, this is dark. This version of the vampire is very monstrous. Its not the fluffy sweet vamp bs, Its r*pe, gore, ID erasing, arguably kidnapping, drugging, stockholm syndrome, breaking, noncon, and manipulation. Dead dove do not eat. Its thoroughly messed up. I would like to add, I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. You have been warned.

A dark stormy night has a young woman sprinting for her life. The wolves in the night howl and bark as they nip against her heels. Some lights appear in the distance. The mud providing a loose grip as she tries to go faster, but failing. The lights are growing larger, but not fast enough. Tears prick her eyes and her legs hurt more and more. An old Victorian house comes into view.

"HELP!! PLEASE! WOLVES!" The woman screams as she gets closer to the gate protecting the garden. She barely notices when tall figure in the shadow turns around, only noticing because of the bloody red eyes. Not processing the danger, she is about to repeat her request when a wolf bites her leg, knocking her down. The woman screams in agony, tears streaming down her face.

"PLEAS-!" She screams as the shadow stays still, watching her.

"I'LL DO ANYTHING! I BEG OF YOU!" She sobs, half screaming as the wolves rip into her. Suddenly, the gate is open, the wolves are headless, and a woman with elegant long red hair, matching her blood red eyes, pallid skin crouches in front of her. The scent of roses heavy in the air, nearly suffocating the already dying woman.

"Anything? Even your very freedom?" The stranger asks with a soft and velvety voice.

"Yes! I don't want to die!" Her voice losing the strength, as blood seeps onto the ground.

The stranger dips her finger into the blood, and quickly draws a sigil in the dirt. The bites her wrist, and pours the tar that comes out onto the sigil, flowing into the crevices.

"Repeat after me. I, with this blood pact, state your full name, swear my life and name unto you, Claudia Octavia Augustine in return for my life and care."

The woman's eyes grow wide, she knows something is wrong but she can't figure out what it is. Slowly she mumbles it out, replacing her name in, as she grows sleepier. Suddenly the bloody sigil glows red and all the blood in it is gone.

"I accept this pact. Welcome home, precious doll." The stranger smiles and her eyes light up. She leans down, and opens the dolls mouth, pouring that tar blood into her mouth, forcing it closed when she tried to spit it back out.

"No, drink it all. There we go, good doll. Relax, you're home now." The blood slides down her throat like sludge, gagging with it in her mouth. Tears slide down her face. Slowly agony spreads over her body, through her veins but at its worse at all the wounds. She watched in horror as her skin stitches itself together. Its all too much to handle as she falls unconscious and is princess carried into the Victorian manor.

Waking up, the doll notices she is in a beautiful lacy slip under the heavy covers of a canopy bed. The room is covered in red and gold wallpaper, with dark mahogany accents and trim. A fireplace warms the room. Suddenly the door opens and a cart pushes through followed by Claudia with a cheery smile.

"Good morning doll! How did you sleep? It's time to get the night started!"

"Thank you for saving me. I slept well, better than I have in ages, actually. I don't remember much of anything though. Who are you? Where am I?" Overwhelmed by the happy energy, the doll replies with a cautious voice. Hearing this, Claudia's smile diminishes.

"That's, unfortunately. Well to introduce myself, I am Claudia Octavia Augustine and you are in my home, doll. The other night you swore yourself to me in exchange for saving your life. Now lets get you dressed, bathed, and fed. As much as Id love to play dress up all day, I have a schedule to keep and you need your rest." Claudia walks closer to her dolly and as she reaches for her, the woman leans away.

"Wait wait wait wait wait. Claud-"

"Master" Claudia cuts her off.

"Excuse me?" The woman replies in confusion.

"You will call me Master, as I own you."

"You do n-" the woman stops to gasp, as if she cant breath. She looks at Claudia, and her eyes are alight.

"Are you ready to listen now?" Claudia stands tall, a frown on her face, looking at her like she's scum. The girl nods her head. Letting her breathe, Claudia's eyes return to normal and she climbs into the bed, pulling the doll into her arms.

"As I was saying. I own you, dolly. Once you agreed to the blood pact, you gave me everything you are. As my doll, I will take care of you. Brush your hair, feed you, bathe you, dress you up," she pauses and whispers into her ear "and pleasure you." She leans back. "You will never have to lift a finger again, sweetheart. I just need you to be good." Claudia strokes the dolls head. "I know you're scared. That's normal. Losing your name, learning your place in the hierarchy, unsure if you'll never see anyone from your old life again? That's terrifying, but I promise that fear will fall away as you get used to being here. You will never want for anything." The red eyed woman smiles, showing off some of her teeth.

With every word being spoken, the woman turned doll grows paler. Fear runs through her veins scrambling to find a plan to escape. She takes note of the longer canine teeth and slowly she realized the red eyes are not normal, nor the black veins and arteries under her pallid skin.

"Wha- what do you mean "losing my name.?" What are you?" She asks, voice shaking.

"You're a doll. Dolls don't need names. Maybe I'll give you one if you're good. As for what I am, I am a vampire." The vampiress responds with a soft smile and absolute confidence.

The dolls mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. More tears run down her cheek, and her eyes dart around the room, from her owners face to the bed to the walls. Everything starts to grow louder and most intense. Suddenly, a hand guides her head back to look at the vampire.

"Focus on me, dolly. In, 2, 3, 4, 5. Hold, 2, 3 ,4 ,5. Out, 2, 3, 4, 5. Keep it going. Good girl." Claudia continues to walk her doll through her breathing until she calmed down. "No more talking, doll. Just relax. I have you." Tears stream down her face with the occasional sniffle. The covers are slowly pulled back, and arms slide under her legs and back, lifting her up and walking her over the bathroom, the scent of roses all but suffocating so close to her.

"Its time for a bath, I have some lovely lily scented bath salts. Just relax."

"NO NO! NO! LET GO!" The doll panics, and tries to roll out of her grasp but it only hardens. "Ow! You're hurting me! Let go!"

"Doll. I will not tolerate disobedience. If you cannot behave as you should, then you will be harshly punished. However, I am going to bath you. You get to decide if its a warm scented bath where you are pampered as the princess you are, or a cold one with a bucket in the basement, where you will stay with the," she looks away for a moment before returning to her dolls eyes, "things... down there, to think about what you did." The Claudia looks at her prey with harsh eyes full of disappointment along with a frown.

"I'll- i'll be good. Please don't hold me so tight, it hurts."

With her request, the vampire's grip loses to not hurt, but still firm.

"Good girl, manners are imperative for any doll. Now please open the door. Good doll."

Once the doll opened the door, her jaw drops at the pure size of the bathroom. The bathroom has a large double copper sink counter, the bowls below a blue marble countertop. The floor are violet hexagons and the walls are oiled mahogany. Past the sinks is a claw footed bathtub, big enough for two, and a walk in shower lined with stone behind it.

The vampire puts her doll down on a wooden stool, and turns on the water. Once its hot enough, she pours in some soap for bubbles. Claudia turns to her prized possession and pulls her to her feet.

"Stand up, dear. Now raise your arms." Terrified, her doll raises her arms and Claudia pulls off the slip and strips down herself. Claudia's body is lean with black veins running throughout, her muscles are firm, and she stands to impose confidence. She stalks toward her prey who instinctively steps back and shrinks down until her back is against the wall.

"Doll, you're beautiful." She reaches forward and trails her fingers down her arms and up her torso. Her skin smooth as silk. She brings her finger up to guide her chin to force eye contact. "Perfect for a doll. Now its time for a bath." The Claudia lifts her up and gently puts her in the bubbly water, before climbing in herself. Once in, she pulls the doll against her chest and on her lap while wrapping her arms around her and leaning against the back of the time.

The vampire sighs with contention. "Soon, once you get acclimated and fully healed, I will train you. Instill the manners a toy such as yourself needs. Until then..." She leans forward, grazing her teeth along the back of her dolls neck when she gasps. "I think you will look ravishing in the various dresses and gowns I have for you. So pretty, so delicate." The vampire sniffs in her scent as her hands roam around the dolls body. "I can't wait to unwrap you and finally get to play with you and feed off you. Are you excited dear?" She pauses, "Say "Yes, Master.""

"Yes Master." The doll whimpers out. Claudia chuckles darkly before whispering into her ear.

"Good girl. It's time to wash you. Just hold your body in the positions I put you in." She reaches over to grab a sponge and rubs some soap on it. Lifting the doll's arm, she gently rubs away the dead skin. Then under the armpits, and across her neck and shoulders to the other arm.

"Good doll. Stay still." Bringing the sponge back, she washes down the skin. She reaches around her breasts, then to her stomach. Gently Claudia pushes her doll forward so she can wash her back.

"Stand up dear." Claudia gently guides her doll to be standing. "There is a smile on your face, princess. Are you enjoying this?" The doll's eyes widen, analyzing every aspect of the past few minutes and unsure if she was actually smiling.

"I- I can't. I- no! This isn't right!"

"Does right or wrong matter? I'm your owner, you are magically bound to me. You are allowed to enjoy this. It's okay. I promise. No one is here besides us, there is no shame. Now spread your legs, I need to wash your lower half." Claudia softly mutters into her ear.

"Master, I- I'm scared. What if I do enjoy this? I should fight you, this is weak." Claudia slowly brings the sponge to her hips, scrubbing gently, but pausing momentarily when asked the question.

"Then you're a good dolly. A doll is allowed to be fragile, allowed to be weak. It's the owners job to protect its property, after all. Ignore the fools who scream about strength. They think strength is putting up with hostilities. I am giving you a life of ease and comfort, something they would fight so hard to get. You simply have to obey. Struggling is not a moral positive, princess. It's okay to not want to keep fighting so hard like you did in your previous life. Now hush, enjoy the feeling of being pampered." Claudia resumes washing, going over her butt and over her thigh, moving between her legs, then moving over to the next thigh. Then pressing her body back down into the water.

"Sit down dear." The doll sits back in the warm water, rinsing off her body.

"Put your leg up." Claudia quickly moves to washing her leg and foot. "We need to trim your nails. Maybe after dinner. Next leg." Her doll drops her leg and raises the other.

After cleaning her legs, Claudia moves behind her possession.

"It's time to wash your hair. I'm going to gently put your head under water, just move with my arm. That's it, good dolly." Claudia slowly lowers her head under the water, before raising her back up. She grabs some shampoo and gently circles it into her scalp.

"Good dolly. One more time." She dunks her under the water, rinsing the shampoo out before once again pulling her out. Lathering the conditioner she strokes through her hair, making sure each and every piece has its layer then ties it up with a clip.

"Lean against me. There we go. You've been so good so far sweetheart. Once we get you dressed and fed I think you deserve a reward. Until then, you can ask me questions until its time to rinse out the conditioner. Thank me."

"Um, okay, thank you, Master. I guess my first question is, I thought that vampires were fiction, what is a vampire in reality?" Doll asked with submissive half turned head.

"Vampire's are a species of undead, our blood is magically animated for an immortal unlife. We are usually one of two entities a necromancer will attempt to become for immortality. A successful attempt is called a pureblood. Alternatively if they raise a fresh corpse, they will become a lesser vampire. Lesser vampires are bound to obey their necromancer. However both drink blood to survive, more accurately we need the magic of life that runs in blood. Most of the weaknesses, however are false. The sun is simply annoying and makes us decay faster. Garlic nor crosses do anything against us." Claudia explains softly, capturing the doll's attention instantly.

"What one are you, Master?"

"I'm a pureblood." Claudia smirks with a voice asking for a challenge.

"So you're quite powerful..." The doll trails off, trying to think. She leans back against her Master.

"That's right." After another minute, Claudia pushes her doll forward. "Alright time to rinse, close your eyes." She dunks her doll under the water, massaging out the conditioner. Pulling her up, she wipes off her face.

"Time to get out, toy. Ill get a towel, stay there." Claudia stands up to grab a fluffy towel. Guiding the doll up, she dries her down then wraps her in the tower. After drying herself off, she puts a hand behind her doll's back and guides her forward to a wooden and fabric divider in the corner of the room by the dresser and wardrobe.

Claudia grabs a hair dryer, a towel, and a brush. She sits her doll down on a bench and brushes her hair out gently. Starting with the bottom all the way up. She dries her hair as she slightly styles her hair. Putting it all away, she moves onto the next step.

Opening the wardrobe, Claudia pulls out a nice lacy slip, and a petticoat to go under the revealing and lacy blue and silver dress she pulls out next. From the drawers she grabs some panties and a bra along with some house shoes that were on the drawers. Claudia gently extends the dolls arms forward.

"Keep like this, my dear." Claudia pushes the bra on and snaps it closed. Putting the panties onto the floor, her doll steps into them. Then the slip and petticoat. Finally the bottom of the dress, and lastly, the top of the dress. Claudia kneels down, and silently holds out a shoe for Claudia to push her feet into. Then the next.

"No makeup for now, not that you need it. You're beautiful. Just a perfect dolly." Claudia says softly. The doll tries to stop it, but a blush runs from her ears to her neck. Claudia dresses herself in a slim dress, showing her curves off.

"Lets go get you fed." Claudia sweeps down and princess carries her down past the long wooden hallways and down the ornate stairwell and into the dining room. A fire subtly warms the room, casting a light in the tall regal room. The candles on the table set a mood overcasting the one set of dinnerware with food at the head of the table.

Claudia sets her doll down, and pulls back the throne like chair before sitting down. With a smile, she pats her leg pulling the toy onto her lap perpendicular to herself. The smell of dinner making them both salivate. The vampire reaches to the plate of steak and a spinach pasta with wine and silently cuts some steak and pierces it with the fork.

"Eventually we will train you to the point of not even chewing without command, but for now, just chew slowly."

"Yes, Master." The doll replies with a blush going down her chest.

Slowly, Claudia brings a bite of steak up to her doll's lips, watching as they open slowly, with her neck tense trying not to lean forward. Once it hits her tongue, the fat melts away inviting a fatty flavor to burst out. Perfectly tender, she slowly chews it, letting more flavor out with each bite. Moaning quietly at the perfectly made steak. Eventually, the tantalizing meat is swallowed.

Next Claudia spins some pasta onto the fork and brings it up to the doll's mouth, her eyes wide wanting more delicious food. With less self restraint, she leans forward and pulls the pasta off. The butter garlic sauce countering the slightly bitter taste of spinach and amplifying the steak.

Claudia smiles as her doll eats her food, happily moaning with the divine food. She puts the utensils down and grabs the wine, bringing the edge to her lips and slowly tips it up, taking a sip before pulling it away. Only to repeat the process, repeating reassurances of how good the toy is. How wanted and worthwhile she is.

As the last bite of steak is finished, a cart pushes through a door, carrying some tea and a slice of cheesecake.

"I hope you're a sweet to-" Claudia is cut off as she rapidly nods her head. She laughs like bells chime at the adorable reaction.

"The tea is rather fruity, I hope you enjoy."

The cheesecake is divine and rich. A raspberry sits on top of it, its burst of flavor sending the otherwise bland rich creamy flavor into an ambrosia. The tea balancing the flavors and acting as a palate cleanser to re-experience the burst of flavor. Tears roll down the doll's cheeks at all the delicious food.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your welcome dinner, princess." Claudia whispers before she kisses the tears away. "Welcome home. Now, Dolly, its time to go back to bed."

---- Non smut story ends here, actual smut is left. READ CWs IM NOT KIDDING.

Claudia carries her doll back up the stairs to the bedroom. Partly there, her smile grows to that of a predators.

"Darling, its time for your reward."

"What is it, Master? The doll asks hesitantly, before adding, "why cant I move my arms?" She asks her voice growing more fearful by the moment. "I can't move my legs, its hard to.. sp..ea..k.."

"Shhhh. Master's here." The vampire slowly lowers the doll onto the bed. Taking off piece after piece of clothing, while kissing her collar, going down as each piece is removed. The doll whines in fear and refusal, trying to move what she can.

"Just relax, doll." She strokes her hair, the scent of fear saturating the air, "this is your place, your purpose. I drugged you so you can feel like a doll while I play with you. This is a reward so I'll be focusing on your pleasure, at least at first. Just let go, get lost in pleasure, Master has you. You're okay, you're loved, you're safe, you're wanted." After a kiss, marking a spike in fear, the predator strips herself and once both are nude, she climbs on the bed, and starts kissing up her thighs, alternating. She licks and bites getting harder as she is drawing closer to her cunt.

Once close, she sinks her fangs, hearing a squeal from her prey, drinking the blood for a bit before licking the wound close, She does on the other thigh, back and forth, alternating in hickies before finally starting to go down on her. She suckles and licks at her clit while fingering her slowly, hooking her fingers against the g-spot. Soon enough the doll reaches a crescendo and the girl cums with a squeal but that's not enough, Claudia keeps sucking and licking and fingering, and soon a second orgasm shakes her doll. Then a third. Claudia finally relents, climbing up to kiss her doll once again before climbing back down to grab something out of the bottom drawer.

The doll hears a drawer open, and some shaking and clacking. When Claudia walks back into view, shes wearing a strap on with a tube of white on the side. She grabs her doll and turns her around, laying her on some pillows, so she isn't strained. Leaning forward, she kisses the side of her toy's face.

"Good girl, keep taking it, stay lost in that pleasure." Claudia lines herself up, and slowly pushes into her doll's pussy. Once fully in she pulls back and pushes in, faster and stronger. Again and again, she fucks the toy with vigor.

"Fuck you feel good, dolly. I can't believe this is all mine now." Claudia pants between each thrust.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum." she pants, "its been so long since I last fucked a doll." With a moan, Claudia cums, pressing on the plunger to squirt cum lube into the dolls pussy. She pulls out, takes off the strap, and gets her doll comfortable. Climbing up, she pulls her tear faced, pleasure filled doll into her arms. Slowly stroking her hair as both of them fall asleep. Her dolly is home safe.

Fin

#sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #lesbian #sapphic #vampire's pet #vampire #doll #dollcore #manipulation #rapekink #rapedoll #ownership #ownership kink #bd/sm kink #mewsuschronicals #stockholm syndrome #I have cried from delicious food before #seriously this is messed up #i'm not kidding #read at your own risk #dead dove do not eat #intox kink

[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

To you, who knew me.

To you,

People will think what they want of the person I was, but you know me. The problem is, you become vicious to protect me, when I deserve the insults. After all, weren't you like the others before knowing me?

Changing one’s perception requires time and a maturity that few have at your age, and you did it so well you almost made me good.

What makes everything so hard is that I am so easy to love, but I am the only one thinking so.

And then, you.

You loved me enough to change the composition of my body, and I cannot imagine that my blood cells are the same.

Do you know, my dreams are only accessible with the password you gave me?

What matters is, you made me want to be kinder, to myself and others. Less of a competition, less of a lie when I say, ‘well done’, but really mean ‘let me be happy, for once. I am ready for it. Let me be happy.' Let me bask in the sun of something that’s warmer than the house I was forced to grow up in.

And then, you.

We talk about asylums – and places where we were freer than what we got to be – and your arms are mine, but I pull you down when I dream of seeing you float.

So, I let go of the reins, cut the rope. I do the terrible thing everyone is waiting for me to do. Let them villainize me.

You will break the surface and I will see you grow old. It’s what we wish for the people we love, you know. With or without me, wrinkles on your face, you'll make them all envious. Don't let sorrow carve indelible furrows. Let the tears flow, then erase their traces.

Remember,

I loved you enough for the years you will be without me.

So if all that remains of us is dust and words, let the dust fly away. You will be left with the words. And those too, I steal from you, even if I love you. It's hard to love someone who's no longer there, so I, too, withdraw.

You always told me that I could become a great wizard and look at this invention, read the words and feel the magic. It's my last gift to you.

Do not remember me.

Obliviate.

---

James has dust on his hands, its delicate fragments adhering to his fingers as if wishing to become part of him.

He sweeps it onto his trousers, I'm sure I'm going mad again.

Has a headache, throbbing and alarming, searching for something to rely on, but James' mind is unusually empty.

He doesn't know what he's doing in the hallway.

So, he turns on his heels, and

leaves.

The sun hits his skin as a familiar friend returning home, Hello there, here you are, but James is freezing. He steps into the summer with a numbness in his bones that seems relentless against any sort of warmth.

James never feels warm again.

#jegulus #fanfiction #jegulus microfic #microfiction #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #regulus black #james x regulus #a goodbye letter

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

HAVE YOU EVER WRITTEN PAPA III WITH AN S/O WHO ALSO HAS ADHD (I'LL GIVE YOU THREE GUESSES AS TO WHO THIS IS AND THE FIRST TWO DON'T COUNT <3)

I HAVEN'T BUT I CAN TOTALLY DO IT NOW!! <3

Papa III and S/O Who ALSO Has ADHD

Just a note: No two people with ADHD are exactly the same, so I'm not going to cover EVERY experience or set of symptoms. However, I view Papa as having combined ADHD, so I will also make the reader has combined! Please enjoy!

Also throwing in a small Content Warning, because it does go into Sensory Overload and possibly uncomfortable symptoms. Thanks!

~Papa only recently received the diagnosis of having combined ADHD. When he was growing up there was wasn't really anyone who COULD give one. There wasn't the research and knowledge we have today! However, he learned to manage his symptoms by himself as he got older. He doesn't even notice anymore, and hasn't for decades!

~That being said, he's over joyed he has a partner who knows EXACTLY what he goes through! Despite having all the love and support, he CAN get really frustrated at himself! Plus, it's nice to have someone who understands and experiences similar, if not the same exact, struggles he faces. It's nice for him to be able to vent to someone when he has sensory overload, or days he just CANNOT sit still even when he wants to. In kind, he also is there on days you need to vent.

~You both are the perfect audio processing feedback loop of mishearing. Sometimes you both just go back and forth with "what?" "What? "what?" until your brains catch up. It ends up making you both laugh to tears EVERY time!

~Unfortunately, neither of you have object permanence. So you BOTH will lose the same thing all of time! Both of you invested in giant, gaudy keychains for your keys. That way you both can find them for yourselves and each other. You also lost count of how many cups of espresso Papa will make himself because he forgot he set down a cup he already made. One time you both went on a shopping trip for a giant dry erase calendar for your shared office... and then ended up losing the bag that neither of you can remember where you sat it down. You still haven't found it!

~For whatever reason the two of you never hyperfocus at the same time. Usually one of you will be absolutely engrossed in a project, and the other will come in to give the other a break. It's actually quite useful. There have been many times you had to pull Papa away from his desk because he thought of a new song. Or he ABSOLUTELY had to stay up for a few hours in the middle of the night reorganizing his closest. Papa is very good at sending food to you when he can't leave his office. KNOWING you forgot to eat while you were working again!

~Papa is so happy he has someone who can keep up with his dolphin brain when he skips subjects in conversations. You two have a flawless way of keeping your conversation flowing. He's very happy, because he doesn't have to go back and explain how he came to switch subjects so quickly.

~He doesn't say it often, but the fact you both can pick up when the other is having bad sensory days is something he cherishes. As the head of a church, it can be embarrassing for him to explain when he has sensory issues. Papa never makes you feel ashamed for it, but for him he often feels like he's pressured to not let these type of issues effect him. He's Papa! How is he supposed to say, 'No i can't give a sermon today because noise makes my brain want to explode!' He's grateful you understand, even if he wishes you didn't have to experience what he does. Papa is normally a very vibrant and social person, so he HATES having days where he can't have any more stimuli.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost bc #content warning #adhd #papa emeritus iii #reader insert #papa emeritus #reader

[wolfboyvirus]

Tell me about that astolfo of yours

VINE BOOM. i didnt expect anyone to be interested in him haha okay uhhh lets see. fair warning, his story is very,,,, wobbly and uncertain at the moment. so some of this is vague or subject to change!!

now, first of all, this is astolfo:

yes i had to include the meme. this is my single favorite image of him

now, when his story begins, he's already a... kind-of-deviant. something in-between coming off the factory line and breaking the red wall. he can feel things, weakly, but he can't directly defy orders. however, he can do things that he isn't necessarily told to do; this is how he finds himself sometimes sneaking away on his own when he's meant to be in stasis, how he finds himself collecting knickknacks from people's trash that he finds interesting. nevertheless, he simply continues to do his job, because he doesn't feel like he should be doing anything else. yet.

then, he meets someone, a deviant. a runaway, who ended up hiding out in what was essentially astolfo's little secret hangout near the building he's kept in while in stasis. it's basically like a small-ish grey shed with a window, near the garbage dump. he's a little perturbed at first, but the two find themselves drawn to eachother, quickly becoming friends.

eventually though, his friend tells him that they have to leave soon; they've already stayed here too long. they have somewhere they need to go, someone to find that can help them. and they want to bring astolfo with them, but astolfo... he doesn't really want to leave. he's never wanted anything more than what he has right now. he doesn't think the risk is worth it. and above all... he's scared. scared of leaving all that he has now, his safety, his routine, to search for an ideal life he'll probably never find. but he doesn't know that's what he's feeling. he refuses their offer; his friend is disappointed, which makes something inside him churn uncomfortably, but they don't try to force him. they prepare to resume their journey alone, but before they leave, they interface with him, leaving him with a small file. "just in case," they say. it contains a location, marked far from the main city, and a single name: zlatko. then they're gone, leaving him as just he was before this all started. alone

it takes maybe a week for astolfo to finally realize, just a bit too late, how much worse his life is without them in it. he realizes that he does want more than this; he's no longer content with his programmed monotony. he wants to experience something new, he wants his only friend back, he wants... to be alive. so he deviates. breaks down his red walls and runs away, in the hopes he can somehow find his friend again, his only reason for getting this far. and his only lead is the location they shared before they left.

when he arrives at zlatko's, he mentions that he's looking for someone he knows. after being stared down menacingly, he's soon welcomed inside, and told that his friend had been here– but they've already been sent off, much to astolfo's dismay. when zlatko offers to help astolfo out too and send him in the same direction, he finds no reason to refuse. and everything seem to be going well until he's led into the basement. i think everyone knows how this goes.

having fallen for his tricks just like kara and unable to break free, zlatko gives him his horrible truth; that his friend never made it out of here alive. no, in fact, they're currently splayed out on his lab table, broken into pieces. astolfo finds himself feeling a new kind of pain. and he screams, the agony piercing him like a knife.

he doesn't notice when his time runs out. his memory is "erased", his systems jailbroken, and he's given one additional objective to follow: to spread the location of zlatko's base, so that he'll have a constant supply flow of androids coming right to him. it's buried deep in his coding, set up so that nobody can find it, not even the android himself. astolfo is sent back to the standby pod he returns to each night, and in the morning... he returns to his programmed routine. he's not able to break through again; the only person that could've possibly triggered him to do so was lying dead and torn apart in zlatko's house. not that astolfo could remember that. all he's left with is this nagging feeling that something is wrong.

this is about as far as i've gotten for the most part. i imagine that for a few years, he does the exact thing you see him do in the game; he completes his primary tasks, if he ever encounters another deviant, he sends them to zlako, without really knowing why. it's only when the revolution happens that something would finally change, but i'll have to think about exactly how that goes down. so this is all i've got for now :] hope you enjoyed my boy!! he is very beloved 2 me

(side note, i developed astolfo side by side with @aye-toast who has their own background character ocs, specifically two zlatko androids: the one in the bathtub, named walton, and one of the ones down in the basement, name louie. we had a lot of fun with em <333)

#dbh oc #dbh #wr600 #god i love him so much #one thing i do need to figure out is astolfos bestie #im not really sure what they look like or their own backstory yet #maybe i can look around the android models in zlatkos house and choose one of those? shrug #or just choose any random model to base them on really #thennnn i gotta figure out what happens to him late/post game #it would be neat if he survived and ended up in jericho or something like that