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li-binauje-artisse · 2 months
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Another reason i really liked Dungeon Meshi is that...while the characters are not "old" really, they are also not a team made only of 16 years old teens with one 25 years old dude who is their surrogate grandparent. Laios is 26 which is... obviously young but also closer to 30 than 20 (30 is also young btw). Chilchuck is 29 which by his race's standard is middle aged (he is a divorced (ish?) man father of three. It's even a gag since Senshi thinks he is a tallman kid and give him The Talk of all people). Hard to judge Senchi's and (especially) Marcile's "human age" and don't remember if it was mentionned. But they are not teens for sure. They are not a bunch of highschoolers is what i mean. Izutsumi is the only minor around (17). Maybe it's not a big deal but idk i like it. I also love how the orc women don't fall into the cliche of "fat and muscular male, thin (maybe with big boobs or big ass but thin waist and belly) and more human looking female" that fantasy races tend to have. Orc women are as fat and bestial as the men orcs and i love it. Same for the women dwarves (not as much as the orcs but still something). Laios himself, is clearly on the thin and muscular side but he was not forbiden of his healthy body fat and he is not "stick" shaped (he does not only have his skin on some exagerated, ultra visible muscles on a skinny 13 year old looking body or something is what i mean. The man is well fed and hydrated and it's the whole point of the serie). The girls of the team (Marcile and Faryn mostly) are absolutely not fat either but at least they don't look like wasps i suppose which is a low standard but i appreciate.
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lordadmiralfarsight · 5 months
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Revolution fetishism is a horrible political view, especially in this context
Okay, rant incoming, partially related to recent events, but also to earlier thinking on my part.
There are, on the Left, a fair few people that romanticize or outright fetishize the concept of Revolution, of violent popular uprising to wrest power out of the hands of a corrupt elite and give it to the people. Very romantic, very righteous (self-righteous pretty often), very good and nice and sexy. And by the grace of revolutionary fervor and ideological purity, everything will be better after.
Except no.
See, a lot of this romanticization of Revolution comes, to my knowledge, from my own country of France. We have romanticized our Revolution a fair bit, and honestly, looking at the first part, fair. A serious go at giving women rights, a no-cause divorce, abolition of slavery, privileges thrown out, equality between people proclaimed loud, enfranchisement given to minorities ... in 1789. A LOT of good and progress, especially for the time.
But then it got fucky, VERY fucky. The Reign of Terror, under the caring leadership of Maximilien Robespierre, was a fucking nightmare on Earth, caracterized by mass executions on political basis, and by this I mean anyone that opposed Robespierre got beheaded. Political plurality? You mean anti-revolutionary sentiment ! Unacceptable, kill everyone.
A rumor of the time said the Place de Grève was covered in a layer of blood that was ankle deep. Is that an exageration ? Yes, certainly. But the fact it got to that point should tell you something about how intense the murdering was. And that was just one square in Paris, there was the rest of the country to consider too.
But surely, after Robespierre fell victim to his own system and was executed, something better emerged, right?
No. Sweet mother of fuck, NO.
What followed was roughly 70 years of political instability and violence, warfare and civil war, several dictatorships, including attempts to restore absolute monarchy, that undid most of the good brought by the first part of the Revolution. And finally, France stumbled onto political stability in 1870 when the temporary 3rd Republic, that was supposed to wait until the presumptive heir to the throne (who wanted an absolute monarchy) croacked did what temporary things do best and became the permanent system (until its fall).
This was not thanks to the Revolution. It was pure randomness.
Did the French Revolution bring good things? Yes, it did. In its first part. The second part brought chaos and misery for multiple decades. And it took a lot of work and efforts to bring back what the Revolution, the peaceful part, had brought in.
And far too many people on the Left fetishize and romanticize the whole thing, as if we couldn't have had the first part without the second, as if the progress and hope and betterment somehow needed the chaos and murder that came after.
Yes, there would have been a period of conflict, European monarchies would not have accepted quietly a realm the size of France doing away with monarchs. But did we REALLY need the political purges ? Did we REALLY need the paranoia ? Did we REALLY need the massacres ?
But you will find people that answer yes, and say the spilled blood somehow made it pure, or good. And those same people are looking at what Hamas is doing and are cheering. These people don't celebrate the first part, the progress and hope. They claim to be, but they aren't. They celebrate the Terror. They yearn for the unjust "popular tribunal" AKA mob "justice". They dream of executing political opponents or anyone they think is "bad" on light or even absent charges.
And That's why they cheer for Hamas rockets and massacres. That's why they sing when Israeli children are murdered. That's why they attack Jews that don't live in Israel. Because they hope to vicariously live this period of unchecked violence.
Know who was celebrating the RIGHT part of the Revolution ? The Israeli working with Gazan to build understanding. The Gazan protesting against Hamas. The Israeli Arabs risking their lives to save the lives of fellow Israeli and of foreigners, regardless of skin or creed. The Gazan trying to improve things in their homes against the wishes and efforts of Hamas.
Know who IS celebrating the RIGHY part of the Revolution ? The Israeli protesting the way the IDF is bombing Gaza. The people decrying the hypocrisy of blood-thirsty leftists. The people calling for Peace and working to make the political change to allow it.
But the Robespierres of the time, drunk on their own self-assurance, condemn and insult them, claiming that blood must be spilt. But it doesn't have to be. The French Revolution started relatively bloodlessly. It didn't need some great orgy of violence. Oh it wasn't clean, but it was far cleaner than the armchair Robespierres would like it to be. Because it didn't need to be.
And that's my point, really. The people fantasizing about and fetishizing the Revolution always dream of torrents of blood washing away the injustices, of seas of corpses forming a fertile ground upon which progress can grow. But that horseshit. All you get with that is, like the Place de Grève, a sinister place that stinks of rot and death, and flocks of scavengers gorging on your crimes.
All you get is a chance for a Napoleon to arrive. Or Stalin's USSR that so casually carried on with the crimes of the Tsars. Or Polpot who murdered 25% of his population.
If you look at the French Revolution, the right lesson to learn is that you need to know when to stop, and that's before you get to indiscriminate killing. Because once you get to that point ... people that thrive in those settings get in power and perpetuate them.
And to apply that to the situation in I/P ... knowing when to stop means realizing that Israeli are still humans, that Gazan are still humans, that their lives have worth and should be protected, that supporting child killings when it's done by "brown people" is not anymore alright than supporting child killings when done by the IDF. And you people should very well consider the possibility that people inside the IDF are doing all they can to reduce Bibi's ability to order war crimes.
And you should recognize that there are efforts on the part of the IDF, sometimes token efforts, sometimes more than just that, to limit the number of dead civilians. Point me to a case where Hamas did the same. Point me to a case where they tried to get Israeli civilians out of the way instead of targeting them.
Hamas is not a Revolution you want to succeed. It's not about being free. It's about killing. This isn't a "glorious revolutionary action", it's a prelude to the wholesale slaughter and ethnic massacre they dream of. It's a tiny window into their ideal, blood soaked world.
Violent revolution should be a last resort, when there is no other option available, when the system is so utterly broken and shattered that nothing can move, and it should be stopped as soon as the system is unfucked enough to negociate. The I/P situation is not at that stage. Look at how much efforts the fascists of both sides have to invest in maintaining this. Look at how much time and money and efforts they have to invest to keep each other in place. And despite this, people of both sides reach for peace, argue and protest for it, even at the risk of their very lives (especially true in Gaza).
And if you refuse to consider all this, if you insist on following Robespierre, remember this : La Veuve came for him too, in the end.
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Ok but like… virgin!naoya 👀👀👀👀👀 thoughts?
😏 hello. what an interesting topic...
I initially wanted to write something short, like hc's or such, but you know me I just gotta go the whole way hahahah. Anyways, this is very... idk how to say it, I feel kinda bad for Naoya, but I had to exagerate some things because honestly I do not feel a man like him would be a virgin for too long, you know?
anyways, here are the warnings: smut. naoya being weird, a dork tbh (but a perverted one too) and something tells me this is lowkey bottom!naoya too... anyways; MINORS DNI. happy reading!!
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Virgin!naoya where all of his thoughts are, of course, having his first time.
He wholeheartedly believes the reason why he hasn't been able to do it is because everyone around him doesn't have good taste. Like, they can't see all that he offers, what a great deal he is:
He has money, prestige, a good education (he’s attending one of the best colleges in the country!) and literally no worry in the world ‘cause the rest of his life is set thanks to his family.
But at the same time, he doesn’t want people to just want him for that.
Unbelievably, he desires someone that will make him feel like the amazing, accomplished, talented, one of a kind, never seen before, man he considers himself to be, even if he didn’t have anything under his name.
If he just wanted sex, he could pay someone for that!
And yet, he still waits for the right one.
Naturally, Naoya isn’t any proud of the fact that he hasn’t been able to get it on with anyone, so he goes to the extent of making things up to compensate for that.
Whenever people around him start talking about their flings, one-night stands amongst other things, Naoya always has something to say:
“Experiences” of course, that he made up from watching porn. And apparently no one has been able to catch him in the lie, either because he turned very aggressive when confronted, or because they didn’t care tbh.
Until someone dared confront him.
“But you didn’t go out that night.”
“I saw you somewhere else though.”
“I thought you said you stayed home all day that time…?”
To say a few.
And when the pieces began to fall into place, alongside the fact how “nervous” he got when asked to elaborate, the earth-shattering truth comes out:
“Wait—Naoya, don’t tell me you… you’re a virgin?”
It’s safe to say that Naoya hides himself from the goddamn world for the following days, right after making the curious asker regret their existence.
But now that the truth was out there, he was on a mission to prove everyone wrong; he was going to lose his virginity, no matter what it took, and stop being the laughingstock of his friends.
He’d start by going date, after date, after date with any girl he thought attractive in hopes of finally getting laid.
But somehow, it just never went through; not even the most desperate woman would accept him, because of course, he just had to open his mouth and that’d be enough for everyone to run away.
Naoya is now, for all intents and purposes, desperate. Wasn’t sex supposed to be the easiest thing to find in the world??
Like, even his dad got laid! He exists for a reason! Why can’t he have the same luck??? He’s even better looking than him!! So why is it so goddamn hard???
Naoya really, really doesn’t want to pay someone to do it; doesn’t want to hurt his pride, make everyone believe that he wasn’t able to get it out of his pure charm…
But his delusions don’t get bad until he meets the new girl at school; a transfer student from Tokyo that wanted to know what Kyoto was all about.
Naoya usually didn’t care about these situations, unless he could get use them to his advantage.
But that quickly changes when he sees her—you.
Not that he had any choice, because you had an alluring aura that attracted everyone to you, whether because of your status as a new student, or your surprisingly fun personality.
He got to experience this last part after discovering you had a class with him, eventually assigned to do a group project for the end of the semester.
It all started by meeting at the library after school to work on it, before exchanging numbers, social media, and eventually, hanging out outside of campus to talk not only about the project, but other things as well.
Naoya tries his hardest to not socialize beyond necessary means, share nothing that pertains to personal matters.
But he couldn’t, because the more he spends time with you, the more he learns how much in common the two have. Things he didn’t think a girl like you would like, enjoy talking about, or even wanted to know more of.
It also helped that he found you very attractive. Perhaps the prettiest woman he’s seen in his life—but he sure liked being admired by you more.
However, let’s not forget this is a man that has been “deprived” of sex, so it doesn’t take long for him before he starts fantasizing about you: starting by notion of how your skin would feel against him—it’s warm, it’s scent.
To how you’d look underneath your clothes, how you’d squirm beneath him, begging him to take you and mark you as solely his with those desperate moans he can already hear through your lovely voice.
By that point, Naoya is already getting off at the thought of you about… daily, really. Getting hard the moment he sees you do anything remotely provocative, although unintentionally, or just because you’re there.
Porn is now with actresses that resemble you, immediately getting angry when he doesn’t find any that suits his preference, resorting to stalking your social media afterwards.
He’s highly grateful that you’ve trusted him to add you online, thinks you foolish for having done so. However, it came with a price:
Whenever he sees a glimpse, the faintest hint of another man alongside you, (or worse, in a relationship) makes him highly jealous, to the point of wanting to directly confront you and demand who was that?! And how dare you talk to him while seeing someone else!
Only to stop when (what little) his common sense tells him that if he does so, he might lose you permanently; and he doesn’t want to do that with the only person that has made him feel this way.
Besides, you once (seemingly unprovokedly) told him you were single. So there's that.
Yet, as much as he was obsessed with you, finished to the thought of you, hallucinates of you—he doesn’t go beyond that. Doesn’t do anything to make his dreams a reality.
Or more like you win him to it, one day asking him if “he’d like to get something to eat with you one day” and not precisely to work on that tedious group project, but as a…
“What—like… a date?” he asks bluntly, you look away for a brief second, flustered, before nodding.
So, he accepts, even when he thought he should’ve been the first one to ask but whatever, this is something he can still use to his advantage, precisely for his little setback.
The two end up going to a nearby mall, walking around to see the stores before getting something to eat and watching a movie.
Nothing happens there, as much as he would’ve liked to; however, you do lean into him, rest your head over your shoulder before grabbing his hand and remaining that way until the movie ended.
“I had fun, Naoya.” You’d say as he dropped you off at home. “I hope we can go out again.”
Let’s say Naoya didn’t sleep that night at all.
The two would continue to hang out, both inside and outside the campus, to the point everyone believed Naoya and you were now dating.
Neither denied nor confirmed the rumors for the question had yet to be asked, but even when Naoya had to admit that this was the most time he had invested to getting into a girl’s pants—he'd almost forgotten why he started all this in the first place.
Naoya was genuinely enjoying spending time with you, mostly because you didn’t run away when he began to grow more comfortable with you—although you would tell him to not say certain things (and he’d try, keyword: try)—and as stated before, you were... different.
But he still wanted it, of course. So it shouldn’t come to anyone’s surprise that after a few dates, long nights calling and texting one another, as well as insinuating wanting more, it finally happens.
The two agree to spend the night at Naoya’s apartment after spending the whole day together. How he managed to take you there in the first place, after being unable to keep hands off one another, is to be commended.
Naoya hastily takes you to his bedroom as soon as both walk through the door, where you’d get undressed before moving to the bed.
It’s apparent to you that he wants to get to the main course as soon as possible, yet there’s still hesitation behind his actions, starting from the bruteness behind his kisses, to the tremble in his fingers; almost as if he didn’t know what to do or how to touch you.
But your desire didn’t allow you to worry much about those trivial things, moving forward to the moment Naoya had been daydreaming of.
“Put the condom on, Naoya…” you whined as you laid back on the bed. Naoya, now on top of you, scoffs.
“Why? You’re the only one I’m seeing.” There’s the slightest tremble in his voice, but he means his words either way.
Besides, it’s his first time, he doesn’t want some stupid rubber getting in the way.
“Because I don’t want to get pregnant—we’re not even dating yet!” You jest with a giggle; and the thought of you begetting his child after your first night with him only makes him feel hotter. He wouldn’t mind marrying you, but one step at a time. “Just pull out, ok?”
Naoya was already near his limit when you said those words, but he’s pushed past the edge when hearing the sharp gasp you make upon seeing his cock.
He always knew he packed something good, but he was never sure until hearing your reaction, which certainly urged him to become more arrogant (incredibly) and eager.
And after some quick preparations, as well as mental encouragement from his side, it was finally time for the main event.
He’d had his fair share of reimaginations of what his first time would be like, the kind of pussy he’d like to see, and the beautiful girl he’d get as well.
But none of them compared to the real thing: it’s safe to say that you surpassed all expectations, and he couldn’t wait to have a taste of the pleasure he had been unfairly deprived fro—
“It’s a bit lower, Naoya.” You gently murmur, swiftly cutting through his thoughts, upon feeling his cock prod at… well, anywhere but your entrance.
“…Right.” He frowns, slightly embarrassed before swallowing, refocusing on the prize at hand, adjusting the tip a bit lower and onto your entrance.
He feels the warmth radiating of it as he coats on your glistening sick, before pushing past your tight rim in one swift, yet agonizingly pleasurable, movement.
Naoya never liked exaggeration; thought it to be immature, if not incredulous, but he can’t resort to anything else when describing the sensations he’s immediately engulfed with when entering your cunt.
The tightness, the warmth, it’s gumminess—it was all of his fantasies + more merging into his reality. Ones that just grew hotter and hotter the deeper he moved, making his plans of plummeting into you falter, lowly whimpering as he acknowledged what is happening.
He’s finally having sex—losing his virginity.
And it was so, so much better than he imagined.
It’s like getting high; with the world around him starting to spin as he could only think about staying inside you, relishing on the pleasure he should’ve gotten ages ago, but now it’s here and he—he…!
Naoya wants to move, wants to experience more of the vice grip of your walls on his cock, the softness of your breasts, or the warmth of your kisses.
All while making you scream, call out the name of the one making you feel this way!
But he can’t.
He just... can’t move; he doesn’t—he doesn’t know how to.
As much as he wants to, longed to do so, he’s forced instead to remain there while your body completely overtakes his senses: eyes blurry, jaw tightly clenched, alongside his desperate whines are just a few examples of this.
“Naoya, please…” you beg, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and moving him closer to you, enough to whisper against his ear, as your walls squeeze his cock, as to accentuating your neediness. “Fuck me”
He really, really wished you hadn’t done that.
“Y/N!” He gasps, finally moving his hips back before snapping them against you, mentally preparing for the long night ahead—
Only that he doesn’t move again as soon as he hits your cervix; instead, he keeps still yet again, deep inside you, while letting out a light groan before resting his head against the crook of your neck.
It doesn’t compute at first for you, believing something wrong had occurred, maybe he didn’t want to spend the night with you anymore—
Until a warm, sticky sensation begins to invade your walls; it’s then that everything falls into place, making your eyes snap to him, more than ready to scold him for going against your request—
Only to see that this hadn’t been voluntary; his tightly shut eyes and flustered face proving you other wise as he continued to indulge in this happening, a sensation he undeniably wishes to persevere…
Unless you were to pull him back to reality.
“Naoya—did you… did you just cum?”
“Wha—what?” he breathes, still capable of acknowledging you through the drowning sensation of his orgasm.
“Did you just cum?” you repeat. “Inside me—Naoya, did you—"
“What? No—I—” he says, wishing to refute your incredulous claim, excuse it had been nothing but your imagination, because he couldn’t be one of those!
But one quick look at your entrance was enough to prove him wrong, pulling his cock out and allowing his seed to drip down your pussy and to the sheets; proving that truly, he had finished as soon as he entered you.
“I didn’t—"
And this made him highly embarrassed, if not disappointed.
“Then what happened? You just moved and then—"
“Get out.” He inadvertently says, you blink.
“Excuse me?”
“I said—get out.”
"Naoya, I didn't—I don't think that's— let's talk fir—"
“Leave before I fucking drag out you myself!”
He doesn’t want to deal with this situation anymore, doesn’t want to feel further humiliated by his blatantly obvious inexperience, nor hear anything from you that might highlight this fact—that much is clear by his tone, which swiftly prompts you pick up your things, dress up, and leave him, alongside the notion that his life will be ruined from this point forward.
Because more than shame of the present, he fears the future:
He knows you’re going to tell others of his mishap, spread his disgrace as your life depended on it, further tarnishing his already soiled image for the rest of his life.
All that Naoya could think of from that moment forward was the lengths he’ll have to go to avoid facing the consequences of his ruined reputation: he’ll have to switch cities, change his number, perhaps even his name!
And not only that, but he’ll also have to live in isolation to avoid the jests that will undoubtedly come from his family once they hear of his mistake.
The rest he could tolerate; but this... this he cannot.
But when he returns to campus, expecting to be bombarded by his group of “friends” mocking him for acting like a horny teenager, alongside some other lies you created to further humiliate him…
Nothing seems to have changed.
In fact, everyone continued to act as they always did; his friends greeting him, the rest avoiding him… essentially allowing him to continue his daily routine like it was any other day.
Including meeting you in class.
Naoya does his best to avoid you, having arrived to the conclusion that you’re instead holding his misadventure as blackmail to use when it better suits your needs.
But he can’t, not when you insist on talking to him through class, almost enough to be reprimanded by the teacher.
“What do you want?!” he scowls as soon as the two are alone, in a far away classroom rarely anyone uses.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” You admit. “Why hadn’t you responded my—"
“For what? To make fun of me again??”
“What? No! I wasn’t—I didn’t make fun of you. Why would you even suggest—"
“Then what is it, Y/N? What other reason would you have for this, then?” you don’t respond, this makes him angrier. “Why haven’t you told anyone of what happened that night, hm? Waiting for the perfect moment?”
“What are you even saying?” you ask back, genuinely confused by his accusations. “I get it, it was… surprising, not exactly what anyone would want, but I’d never do that!”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Naoya goaded. “Certainly, you must know my reputation by now, all you could get by spreading something like that!”
“…Because that’s—that’s not what I want to do with someone I like!” You cry.
“What?” he asks, perplexed. Not an answer that aligned to his predispositions. “What do you mean you—you like me?”
He had some notion of that, blatantly obvious by the way you'd following him around like a lost puppy, or the whispers coming from those around you.
In other words, his shock came from the fact that he never believed it was genuine; maybe because deep inside him, he thought everyone always wanted something from him. Seemed to be like that, even up to this point, thinking one of his friends had maybe set you up for this, him willingly naive...
Yet, the evidence was outstandingly contrary.
“Why would I ask you out if I didn’t?” you insist; he shrugs. “…Is this common for you, Naoya? To have people talk behind your back and such?”
“A bit.”
“You need better friends.” You attempt to jest. He sighs.
“… So what? What do you want to talk about?” Naoya begins anew. You press your lips together.
“… I just wanted to tell you that I didn't care that... that happened. And that I didn't mean to do things to make you feel embarrassed, of course.” You explain. “Although I have to admit that it did startle me, thought you had done it in purpose… but then, I saw it was something else, and...”
“I’m assuming you already now that was my first—"
“It was my first time too.” You admit, he blinks, not believing your words. “At least… getting to that part.”
“You? Your first time?”
“I don’t know how to take that.” You frown.
“I was referring to what others think of you. You must’ve heard that by now." he says.
“Yeah; I have.” you admit. "But I'm not interested in that."
“Then why me? Why are even you doing all of this, even after that?”
“Because you don’t treat me like they do; to you, I’m just another student coming for class, not some shiny new toy some can’t wait to get their hands on..." you murmur, before chuckling. "And because you’re the most handsome one here!"
"Really?" he raises an eyebrow, doing his best to avoid his fluster from showing on his face.
You chuckle, Naoya smirks.
“… I thought it was cute.”
“What was?”
“…you know, that.” You silently admit, Naoya finally blushes. “I mean, I didn’t like you finishing inside me, but I... I never had anyone like me that much, you know? If anything... I’m surprised you haven’t done this with anyone else.”
“It’s simply my reality.” he says; some things are just incapable of being explained.
“Well then, I’m flattered I was the first one.” You grin. “I’ll take full responsibility.”
“I’m the one supposed to say that.” He frowns, you giggle. “… so… what does this mean?”
“…That we can try it again, everything I mean. I still like you, after all...” you chuckle nervously, before looking away. “But only if you still want to, of course, I don't want to sound like I'm—”
“Dinner; tonight, in my apartment.” He says immediately. “After 7, once I’m done working out, I'll go pick you up.”
“I’d like that.” You smile, taking a step closer. “But first we have to finish our group assignment! Also, don’t kick me out again! Or I won’t take it nicely this time…”
“Then my girlfriend shouldn’t tease me.” Naoya smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, hands resting on your waist. You pout, flustered.
“Don’t make it too easy.” You respond, tiptoeing to kiss him. “…my dear boyfriend.”
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it's like all universes will have me writing naoya and y/n ending up together; you'll have to specify otherwise if you don't want to i'm sorry that's just how it is here.
also I recently saw american psycho and idk why (I guess it makes sense) but the whole dynamic of patrick bateman and his colleagues makes me think of Naoya; like they'll always be competition, seeing who is better in what—but even then, no one really likes Naoya HAHAHAH
anyways, i had fun humiliating Naoya a bit :) y/n really committed to the unconditional love thing here—but now that I'm done with this, I can certainly say this is more of a bottom!naoya kind of thing. It truly feels like it, doesn't it? hehe.
Hope you enjoyed it either way!! Thank you for sending in this ask ❤️ Take care and hope to see you soon!!!
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pinkjoy-cons · 6 months
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𝘈𝘭 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣 #1
My friend was feeling feral for Al Haitham so I wrote something for her. :)
Word Count: 1132
Warnings: sub character, dom reader, fem. bodied reader but no pronouns used, no descriptive characteristics (skin tone, hair type), power bottom?, slight breeding kink, praise (giving), maybe controled orgasm, exageration of sexual activity, Al Haitham begs, semi-edited, probably horrible writing, I don't write dom readers so this is probably really really bad but let me know. Minors please don't interact. brief handjob, Al Haitham says "no" once but everything is consensual. Let me know if I missed anything
Grand Sage, can you assist me with this?
Grand Sage I need you to get this done by tonight.
Al Haitham! Are you purposely ignoring my proposal? Hey! Stop walking away, I'm not done talking!
Every day it was the same: People would come into his office and give him loads of work he didn't want and he was forced to work ungodly hours. Not only that but he felt like he was neglecting you. Gods you. You were truly a blessing to him. Not once did you complain about his hectic adjusting to the new position. You yourself had a troublesome job with demanding hours so when all this came to be you simply smiled and gave him a kiss good luck.
But now finally, finally get had you. 
He was desperate as he thrusted his aching cock into your warm walls. 
"Fuck." He moaned into your neck as he stilled. He relished in the way your nails felt on his back as he pushed further in. He pushed until his balls were flushed against you. Al Haitham bit and sucked your skin and you laughed into a moan. Despite you being pinned against him, you were the one in control. The small praises that you whispered in his ear.
"That's my big boy."
"Come on deeper, I wanna feel you." 
A particularly hard thrust caused you to gasp and breathe deeply, "Fuck Al Haitham just like that. Keep going!" You held him closer as he picked up the speed. 
He growled into your ear. "That's it! Good boy keep going! Harder!"
You both were beginning to feel that familiar knots in your cores. That feeling of spiraling out of control, desperate for more pleasure.
"I missed you Gods I missed you. " He sucked your breast, licking your nipple before releasing with a pop. He felt your walls clamp down on his cock and it was almost too much for him. You came with a choked sob and harsh tug on his hair that made him choke on his own breath. 
"Baby, please…inside. Let me come inside." You had a wicked smirk on your face as he begged. 
"No pretty boy, not yet. Keep going. Make me come again." He could almost sob at your request but he listened. He continued to pound your pussy. He could feel his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each pump of his cock. They were practically swollen as he held back the need to come. 
Your walls clamped down on him again but he didn't hear that satisfaction of you coming. Which means that you were holding off for him. Prolonging your own climax to halt his. 
He bottomed out and held it there nearly wanting to cry at how sensitive his dick had become. He buried his face in your chest and breathed deeply. You could feel his dick pulse inside you begging for release, so it gave you an idea.
You lifted his head with one hand and held his cheek. He leaned into your touch as you made him look you in the eyes.
"Beg."
It was a command not a suggestion.
"Please," He started, "Please let me come inside you. I- I need it. I need to breed you so badly. I want to see it leak out of you. I missed you so much, let me come inside you."
Honestly not bad. He could have done better but you'll accept it for now. 
"Stay still." You whispered in his ear and while he was still inside of you, you began to lift your hips to slide his dick in and out of your cunt. You moaned loudly as you fucked yourself self and all Al Haitham could do was hold himself up as you used him. 
In a moment of weakness, he tried moving his hips to match yours but you shut that down with a harsh pinch to his nipple. 
"I said stay still." You breathed through moans and words that made his dick twitch within you.
Finally you came for a second time. You laid back and could see sweat beading at his forehead. Out of curiosity, you pushed Al Haitham back just enough to separate you two and the sight made you huff a small laugh. His cock was so swollen and ready to burst. The tip an angry red; it twitched and pulsed without being touched. 
You began rubbing the tip with your hand and Al Haitham choked out a sob.
"No. Please. I wanna….inside."
Having played with him enough you laid back and helped him put himself back in you. And you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips so he couldn't break out. That was all Al Haitham needed to fuck you desperately. A string of Thank yous and I love you, I missed you fell from his lips as his cock rubbed every nerve of your walls. You held him tighter and bit his neck.
He moaned into your ear and came. It felt like it wouldn't stop as he came. He continued to do small pumps before going deep to make sure his seed would be planted within you. 
You both laid there for a minute, basking in the moment. You rubbed his hair as his breathing returned to normal. He finally pulled out and stared in between your legs. You spread them further for him and put two fingers in. You played with yourself and finally spread your pussy lips apart for him to see his cum leaking out. You felt it, and scooped it up before it could get too far.
With your cum-soaked fingers, you gave him a come here motion and said "Clean me up." 
He got to work on eating you out, not caring that it was his own cum or that he wanted it to stay in you. 
You forced Al Haitham's head down as you praised him Good boy, so excited to clean me up real good huh?
Al Haitham moaned against your spent pussy and pushed his tongue into your cunt to scoop it all out. Sucking and licking until it's all gone. 
Finally, when it was, you laid him on your chest. You wiped down his face and chest with a prepared washcloth and he did the same to you. As he laid, he focused on your heartbeat; he found great comfort in it and wrapped his arms around you tightly to never let you go.
After a few minutes you spoke.
"Thank you for that baby. I know you wanted to breed me and I made you clean it up but," you pulled his face up just enough for you to see his eyes, "That just means we get to have more rounds until I'm full, huh."
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maxens · 1 year
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Honestly we're lucky the KKK doesn't sell pop culture merch cause if they did all the "allies" would run to buy it just to go "philosophically I still support the idea of equality" while putting on their sweathshirt with 'I hate minorities' written on it in the LOTR font. I'm barely exagerating
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💫𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕓𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕💫 (these are platonic Hcs)
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💫It’s just so fucking hilarous the way you two met.
💫You were just walking by at the park and sat in a bank without looking over your phone.
💫You didn’t even notice that there was a boy wearing an orange parka practically next to you!
💫Well- that was only before you heard a muffled word that sounded just too much like “bobs!”
💫You snaped your head from your phone and caught sight a girl about 2 or 3 years older than you, she was just so fuckin’ hot big titties included.
💫She was at about 10 meters from your bench so you stared at her chest barely covered with a black tank top with no shame.
💫Or that was until you remembered that you heard someone saying bobs before, so you turned your head left to face a boy your age covered in a (kind of dirty) orange parka staring at the same girl as you.
💫He was fast to feel your stare and turned to you, confusion visible in his eyes.
💫“What? She’s got big bobs! I have the right to stare!” was what the boy said, although you heard it very muffled and even you wondered how tf did you understand him.
💫“And I too!” you replied to him frowning a bit.
💫Soon the two of you were caught up in a very intense stare contest, but a girls voice caught you both atention.
💫“Aw! You two are so cute!” Said the voice, wich turned to be the girl you were both staring at before, she kneeled down a bit to pinch your nose and to pat the boy’s head.
💫You swore you could feel the grin that formed in the boy’s lips.
💫You gave the girl your most angelical and inocent smile while you opened your arms and muttered faking shyness “hug...?” 
💫The girl screamed in awe at your "shynnes” and she gave you a big bear hug.
💫You grinned widely when your barely developed chest made contact with her overly big boobs and you could feel how the boy’s grin spread wider in his face.
💫“You two are so cute! but I have to go now, a friend of mine is waiting for me!” She smiled a little sad at the thought of leaving such “inocent creatures” alone again in that bench but she waved goodbye and ran to her friend, who was a girl her age.
💫When the girl was out of sight, the boy took his parka of so you could hear him properly and you were no surprised when you saw that he was still wearing his cocky grin.
💫“Ya like bobbies, don’t ya?” He asked while tilting his face to the side still wearing that cocky grin of his.
💫“Yeah, I mean- They’re just so sexy!” You giggled excitedly while you clumsy covered your face with your hands because of the though of that part of the female anatomy.
💫The now revealed blonde smiled even wider if that was possible and he held out his hand for you to take, thing you surely did
💫 “I’m Kenny McCormick” he introduced himself 
💫“Nice to met ya Kenny!” you smiled while slightly shaking his hand.
💫 And... what’s your name Perverted Fellow Lesbian?” he asked while laughing a little, you couldn’t help but laugh too at the nickname he just gave you.
💫“The name’s (y/n)” you answered with a confident grin.
💫“I know a good place where we can see chiks like her... naked” he whispered the last part, a perveted grin made his way into your lips and a faint red made appearence in your cheeks at the thought.
💫“WELL, ¿WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? :D” you exclaimed with a kinda exagerated smile and with a now dark red in your cheeks while resting your hands on your hips.
💫“Come on, follow me!” he laughed while taking your hand and guiding you to a kinda hiden local in the middle of the town covered in neon lights.
💫As a name, the local had “Striper club”
💫Kenny laughed at how your eyes lit up with a lustful shine in them.
💫“No way we’re getting in, were minors-” You exclaimed with a frown, your eyes never leaving one of the windows wich lead to a pole where a hella hot teenage girl was “dancing”
💫“oh... I wonder where this V.I.P pass that’s obviously not mine appeared from?” he said with sarcasm holding a plastic card with the V.I.P title in gold colour.
💫The two of you grined in a very perverted way while you looked at the card and then at the local in front of you.
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under-lore · 6 months
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Do you agree with Nochocolate post "cooperation, not corruption"?
That post is one that i find to be both very correct and very wrong depending on which part of it you're asking about.
Whilst Nochocolate can be a pretty good blog in terms of purely gathering information about a topic, their actual analysis of that information often tends to suffer a lot from confirmation bias compared to other UT blogs.
That is especially true for Chara in particular, Nochocolate team has a particular vision of Chara (which you can see in their AU : Caretaker of the Ruins) and often ends up twisting the facts to make it line up with their version of the character. To the point where the screenshots they show and the conclusions they make based on those images sometimes contradict each other. I would suggest keeping an open eye when reading their Chara related posts in particular. (their other posts are much better, though)
At its worse, this can result in posts like this one, which is quite blatantly wrong in nearly everything it tries to argue in its last section and was quite obviously only posted because Nochocolate made their Chara masculine.
That particular post's most recurrent issue though is jumping to conclusions far too quickly and bias in the wording.
Its also really long, so going through it bit by bit to detail all of that would be quite boring (especially since a lot of it would be nitpicking every couple paragraphs.)
Making a detailed post covering that same topic with evidence is something that i may do in the future, but for now here are a few key talking points :
LOVE does have some amount of impact on one's behavior, however, Nochocolate is right in saying that LOVE couldn't have been the sole reason for Chara's aggressive behavior in genocide (as shown by the more aggressive variants of the neutral routes). Chara's decision to cooperate with the player and go along with the route is and remains their own choice. Whilst they were influenced, they were not "corrupted" either and remain responsible for their own actions. The overall idea that gave its name to the post is mostly right, but it was exagerated quite significantly.
However, neither LOVE nor kills scales with Chara's ability to control Frisk ! Rather, Chara is present and is capable of exerting control on Frisk in any route (and does ! This is actually one of the things where Nochoco contradicts themselves). But they however do not decide to exert it so assertively in other paths than in genocide. (This particular assumption causes many minor issues throughout the post. Tying multiple things to Chara's presence/influence/etc... that just aren't.)
The genocide route is mechanically driven by kills and by unique encounters indeed. Although, those are not takeover requirements as much as they serve both as help and as requests to the player. For instance, Chara themself decides to abort the genocide route if Snowdrake isn't killed, even if the kill count is fulfilled. The helping/guiding goes both ways. That is why we are "partners" after all.
Frisk isn't ever "replaced" either, they're still openly present, stated as having conscious feelings and opinions on what is happening up until the very end of the route, however Chara's increased assertiveness makes their influence feel relatively weaker within the PFC. (The entire post tends to try and ignore Frisk as a factor in general for the sake of their narrative. Multiple things which are from Frisk get pushed into Chara instead without solid evidence.)
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fearmeeeee · 7 months
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TUMBLR ATE THE ASK WHEN I SAVED IT AS A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IT WONT NOTIFY Sorry for taking so long to reply! If there is ONE thing I need to stay with you from this, it's study your own body. Its the fastest, most accurate, most easily available way to study anatomy. Crouch, touch your shoulders, hug your legs, raise your arms above your head and try to notice the differences in size between limbs. Put your hand on your face. Look at your reflection in a mirror/window. Especially since we are talking about proportions, those are about the same in all bodytypes and need just minor tweaking to get the feel of a different build. And if you dont draw your bodytype, who will? Disclaimer: I'm very honoured you asked me for tips, but I usually dont think abt proportions, since I internalize the things I learn by observing, so its a bit hard to put into diagrams. I will do my best!
Since the ask is pretty general, I just tried to give the first advice that comes to mind.
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When drawing the body standing up, the top of the hip is the middle of the entire height. Also when standing, the elbows would align with the waist and the wists with the crotch.
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Try touching your shoulder with the hand of the same side. The forearm is shorter than the upper arm, but combined with the hand it exceeds the length. Same for legs (thighs are the longest part) when the foot is pointed down. When you measure from the base of the foot though, the knee is around the middle. When the arm is held above the head, it can bend at the elbow around 90 degrees and then it will touch the top of the head with the forearm. A hand will take up the face of a person, from chin to eyebrow tips, but hand sizes can be pretty varied.
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The bodies can have different muscle and fat masses and be exagerated, but the ratios above will still be about the same.
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Also when drawing sitting down and hollding the legs , I've found its easy to kinda align the collarbone with the top of the knees (this works because the spine is bent so the torso has less length than when standing). The tips of the limbs (hands and feet) can be exagerated a bit bigger if you are unsure (or just want to) and they still look correct, whereass being drawn smaller makes them feel off.
Personally I draw hands MUCH bigger than I should because I like the way it looks, it is very much not the right proportion. I also tend to stretch the bodies much more, but it is very important you understand how bodies work and what the proportions are before you start stretching and exagerating the limbs. This is already my interpretation so studying real life is better still. I hope this makes sense, I'm bad at explaining Thank you for the ask, and have fun creating💚
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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years
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Locked out
This was requested a while back (sorry) by @lizzieann143 who wanted a dom!Bob x sweet!reader.
Minors, DO NOT INTERACT I will block you so fast. 
Tw p in v sex, unprotected sex, not pulling out?? rough sex and Bob because baby he comes with a warning of his own 
Taglist: @blessupblessup --
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            The Hard Deck wasn’t officially open anymore, but the door wasn’t locked and you knew the dagger team would still be playing pool. You pushed the door open with one hand, the other holding your phone with which you had been trying to call your housemate.  
« Hey, is Jake there ? » You asked the only aviator Jake had ever introduced you to. 
« Went home with a girl » Coyote said « Did you forget your keys again ? » He laughed 
You smiled 
« You have to stop losing your keys, he can’t drop everything and come and save you every time »  
« Sure he can. This living arrangement needs to work for the both of us. I cook and clean and he lets me in when I forget my keys. » 
Coyote laughed again.  
« Where are you going to sleep then » 
You gave him a warning glance because you knew where this was going, but you were not interested and even if you were, you were pretty sure Jake would skin him at the next chance. You had a rule, no sex with friends. He could fuck the whole world and you wouldn’t complain but if he glanced flirtatiously at any of your friends, he would sleep in his car and never speak to you again. He held you to that same rule.  
You valued your friendship too much to ever break that deal. 
« I’ll find someone to go home with, don’t worry » You winked and he nodded. You meant that in a less sexual way than it sounded like, but now the words had come out of your mouth, the prospect of maybe sleeping with someone sounded kind of nice. 
« Any chance you could wingman me ? » You asked, Coyote wasn’t attracted to you in any other way than physical so it didn't feel like rubbing salt in the wound.
« Not outside of the team » 
« Anyone he isn’t friends with ? »  
« Rooster probably » Coyote said and you winced « Or Bob »  
You looked at Bob. You weren’t sure what to expect in regards to a guy whose call sign seemed to be his own name, but that wasn’t it. The man you were looking at was gorgeous.  
 
 
Bob had overheard the entire conversation. He saw you glance at him and figured you had already chosen your proverbial victim. He was happy it was him. 
« Yes please » You said, your eyebrow had cocked up appreciatively and your voice had a suggestive hint. He almost choked on his peanuts.  
Coyote moved from his seat, and walked up to him. Bob tried to keep a straight face as the other man wrapped an arm around his shoulders and guided him towards you. 
« Bob, can I introduce you to my friend Y/N ? She’s really sweet » 
« Hi Bob » You said. You had spent far too much time with Hangman, he concluded, you had the same habit of slipping into a southern accent when you flirted. Although, it was less grating on you, and absolutely part of your charm when directed at him.  
Bob guessed that when Coyote had introduced you as his friend, it was an exageration, as the first question you asked clearly showed you didn’t trust his opinion. 
« So, are you and Jake friends ? » 
« No, we don’t really talk » 
They were definitely not friends, but hell he would put up with the guy forever if it meant he could keep on being looked at like you were looking at him. Bob imagined a hunting tiger had the same look in their eyes before jumping on their prey. He wondered briefly if you’d be surprised to find out he wasn’t as much of a goody-two-shoes in bed as he acted like in public.  
It wasn’t an act, he was a shy man. He hated social groups, although he put up with this in an effort to get to know the team. But sex was where he took control.  
No, he thought, you acted a little too self-assured. You’d be into it.  
« Heard he locked you out. »  
« Yes, I guess I’ll have to sleep in my car » 
« That sounds uncomfortable » 
« Well, it’s my only option… Unless you have any other ideas ? » 
Bob stifled a chuckle. He wasn’t usually one for one-night-stands, but maybe this didn’t have to be one, he thought. So, he gathered all the courage he had and tried to match your flirtatious manner.  
« Why, yes, I do. »  
He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar.  
 
 
This was so far out of your comfort zone. You were usually a relationship person, but hey, Jake swore by it, so maybe it wasn’t all bad. And Bob seemed nice, he was polite, he was gentle and he still hadn’t let go of your hand, which you were grateful for, both because it brought you comfort and because it kept you from asking him to stop the car and drop you off.  
« We don’t have to do this » He said once you were inside. Bob was an observant man, a talent he picked up after many years of wallflowering parties he had been dragged to.  
« I want to » You said. He moved closer, his hands grazing the strap of your tank top. He moved it down and lowered his head to kiss your neck in slow, open mouthed kisses.  
« Okay, I’ll be gentle » He murmured between kisses. Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed down your shoulder  
« No » You said. You weren’t sure why, especially since you had never allowed anyone else to be anything but gentle with you. But then again, you had just gotten out of a bad break up, which was the only reason you lived with Jake in the first place. Maybe you just wanted something completely different.  
 Bob bit down into your shoulder. It surprised you and you could not control the pornographic moan that passed your lips.  
« You like that Baby ? » He asked, his voice low and gruff « You like it when I mark you ? »  
You could only whimper as every word he said sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. Bob guided you towards the couch were he allowed you to lie down before climbing on top of you for a searing kiss. You rocked your hips up and he hissed, moving one of his hands down to keep you anchored down to the couch. He bit down on your collarbone, and you were certain he would leave a mark. The pain and pleasure made you struggle against the hand weighing you down. 
« I don’t like it when my girl disobeys. So if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to be good. » His hand on your waist became a fist as his fingers balled around the band of your skirt. Now his digits had breached the barrier of the fabric, you could only think of one thing.  
« Think you can be a good girl for me ? » He growls in your ear. You moan again. Bob chuckled, nibbling at the skin of your neck and occasionally licking a stripe. Once he deems his work on your neck to be satisfactory, he moved down to your chest, sucking hickies on your skin.  
He was going so slowly, taking his time to explore every part of you. It was agonising and Bob knew it, the more you moaned and whimpered the slower he got. And when he eventually removed your shirt and revealed your breasts, he ignored your aching nipples alltogether. He wanted you to ask and beg for his attention. 
Bob trailed down to your tummy and then to the waistband of your skirt. He didn’t go further though. He looked at you instead. You knew what he wanted and as much as you were desperate for him, you were actually enjoying the torture. But watching him smirk so close to your core made you want to feel what else he could do. 
« Please »  
« What do you want ? » 
« Anything, please. Just –«  
« Christ, you are a needy girl » He said appreciatively. Bob pulled your skirt up and trialed a finger up and down your panties. It felt like heaven, you could get lost in that feeling. You felt a little pathetic like that, completely undone on Bob’s couch and begging for his touch. Suddenly his finger was replaced by something else , Bob’s lips cradled your clit over your underwear. He sucked sharply. Bob laughed at your reaction and two of his fingers brushed your underwear aside to find your entrance. He first fit in a finger before abandoning after a few strokes and fitting in a second one.  
« You’re so wet for me baby » 
You hummed in agreement, then he removed his fingers altogether and climbed back up to crash his lips onto yours in a bruising kiss before leaving you needing more as he stood up to remove his trousers. He made quick work of his belt, jeans and boxershorts before pushing your panties to the side once more and quickly dipping his fingers into for a quick taste 
« Fuck baby, you taste so good » 
« Jesus, Bob » You snapped in frustration « Get on with it » 
« Oh, you getting mouthy now ? »  
He flipped you on your front with a single movement and smacked your ass with much force that the noise echoes off of the walls and your eyes filled with tears.  
« You’re going to learn, sweetcheeks, that you don’t get mouthy with me »  
He spanked you again. 
Then, as soon as his hand left your cheek, you felt him fill you with his member. The pain and pleasure you were feeling were making it hard for you to think. But your body responsed to every single touch, happy to have been given what it had been craving for so long.  
Bob snapped his hips into you with dizzyingly slow thrusts, almost savouring the feeling of you around his cock. Each stroke hit that sweet spot inside of you but you didn’t dare try and speed up the the process in fear that he might stop. You eventually reached your orgasm and the intensity of it made your legs shake.  
« Jesus Christ » Bob whispered, he seemed to lose all self control. Suddenly his hips snapped into yours and the speed kept picking up. The grip he had on your waist was bruising but you were too lost in your own pleasure to care. You hadn’t even noticed you were being loud until Bob covered your mouth. It was lazy and his fingers barely covered your lips which told you Bob was only pretending to care that his neighbours might hear, and the fact that he liked you being loud only added to the arousal you felt right then. Then, his thrusts became more erratic and you knew he was nearing his own release. The speed of his thrusts were moving you towards your second orgasm at dizzying speeds  
« Where do you want me to come ? You want me to fill you baby ? » 
You nodded furiously. And as soon as you tightened around his member, you felt Bob release himself inside you. He fucked himself through his orgasm. He moaned with every thrust, joining your whimpers and groan until eventually he stilled inside you and you both caught your breaths.  
Eventually he pulled out and left to get a washcloth to clean you up, careful to smack your ass as he stood up. You watched him stroll away with all the confidence of a man who knew he’d fucked someone so hard they couldn’t walk. And you removed your phone from the pocket of your skirt to check the notifications. Six texts from Jake. 
« Back at the Hard Deck »  
« I have your keys » 
« Where are you ? » 
« Coyote said you left with Bob ? » 
« OH » 
« HOLY SHIT » 
"YES GIRL! MAKE BABY ON BOARD A MAN!!"
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coentinim · 4 months
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I think this quest for gender neutrality to not be particularly good, and this inclusivity of the "non-binary" only seems to do good to a minority of people. I think this really toxic artificial femininity tend to explode. Like, because, when one has a binary, it allows actually more "ingroup" variation, but now, because "non-binary" had been so normalized, and the vast majority of people I know have an emotional need to be recognized as a man or as a woman, most women could feel a need to exagerate their femininity. It's also reflective of clothing too. For example, when one had this set rule: women wear dresses and men wear pants. Even if it seems rigid, it also meant that a man could have fun with ribbons, trims and colors if his budget would allow it, and his clothes would still be considered men's wear. A woman could wear the most dull, severe cut of dress, that's basically a buisness suit with a skirt, and her garments would still be considered a woman's dress. I think we humans, as a species, are both gendered and sexed, and most attempts to push it out tends to have it come back in, exept in a way that is objectively way worst.
I kind of agree but I also don't. If someone wants to be nonbinary and go by they/them, it's not my problem and I will respect that. Of course there could be reasons behind it - like a lot of cosplayers identify as genderqueer because they frequently dress up as characters of the opposite sex. So I don't think it's bad or anything.
I am in favor of women and men wearing whatever they want and not gendering clothes at all. I think men would be relieved to be able to wear summer dresses without being called slurs because they wouldn't feel so hot (and wouldn't sweat so much). And like, humans have this thing where they feel the need to organize everything into neat boxes. Look at academia, everything gets categorized for easier perception. That's also why everything gets gendered. That's a natural process we'll probably never get past, since even in lgbtq spaces people say "fem-presenting nonbinary" or "amab nonbinary". If they're truly nonbinary, why gender them at all? I know this ask wasn't about that, but the hypocrisy of the lgbtq community astounds me.
Also I used to feel uneasy because I'm not sure if I'm into men or if it's just "straight girl propaganda" everywhere that makes me even consider liking them, so how do I label myself? Am I bi, lesbian, something else entirely? So I decided to ditch the labels completely since it's nobody's business who I like, and there's a certain relief that comes with that. Maybe gender abolishionists feel the same way about gender. Hell, even I sometimes feel the same way about gender and I don't overthink my identity as a woman at all... anymore.
Also yeah at like 15 I thought that maybe I'm nonbinary because I didn't like my newly feminine body, I felt uncomfortable and sexual since I wanted to be flat and dainty like models and wear trendy clothes without looking like a hooker. But it went away and I didn't need to change my gender ever. So maybe nonbinary ppl feel that way too, and don't need to change genders, but it's not my place to judge them or tell them "hey, you have to choose 1 of the 2". Like I said in the beginning, not my business, so I'll respect their choice even though I personally feel different. I'd rather my kid used "he/she/they/bunny" pronouns online than see them drink or do drugs or something.
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stranded-labyrinth · 11 months
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unpopular opinion but I hate the overuse of hannibal calling Will “boy” in fics 😬 I get once or twice, but a lot of the times it’s overkill
i like it when it's paired with an adjective if that makes sense? like when he says "clever boy", "cunning boy", etc. but the overuse definitely speaks to a bigger issue, that issue being that fandoms in general greatly exagerate any amount of age difference, or even any size difference between adult characters.
it kind of goes hand in hand with the way that the fandom tries to "twinkify" Will, he's not allowed to be the age that he actually is nor as masculine as he actually is because that interferes with people's notion that a queer relationship somehow needs a masculine partner and a feminine partner, and if the existing queer relationship is not like that, a fandom will force it to be like that.
which is equally insane to me because if you're going to do that, there's a man involved in this particular ship that is constantly engaging with traditionally feminine things, but that man is the older one and the slightly larger one so they won't do that to him. it shows that it's not based on anything but a relatively minor age difference and a minor size difference, so the result is ignoring how the characters actually are in favor of fetishization.
and then it also goes hand in hand with the infantilization of Will and oh my god i could go on about that for ages but i won't
anyway- sorry to rant on your ask but yeah, i can like it in the right context but i also hate its overuse
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jupitermelichios · 6 months
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you know those little moments when you stop and really recognise what a fucking number your parents did on your brain?
i recently found out I probably have cancer (four different dermatologists and two different pathologists have looked at it and none of them can make up their minds, i'm some kind of medical mystery!) and even though I'm absolutely not at any risk of dying, it's a cancerous mole on my leg which hasn't spread inside my body at all, so the treatment is probably going to be a relatively minor opperation to take a chunk out of my leg and then medication to stop it coming back, no major opperations or chemo or anything like that, it's done a number on my mental health.
my boss is lovely, and has been very supportive, and i've had a few days signed off work while the depression fucks my brain up, and I know, objectively, I've been honest with her. I've told her I'm not dying, and I'm not expecting any kind of chemo or radio therapy. I do think she thinks it's more serious than it is, probably because she was the first person I said the words 'I have cancer' out loud to, and even knowing this isn't serious, it's still a hell of a thing to say that out loud and i immediately burst into tears on the phone to her. but I haven't lied to her about it, I haven't exagerated. I've been upfront that it will be an opperation and then I'll be back in work, there won't be weeks or months of ongoing treatment, and I'm definitely not going to die.
but because she's being so nice, and talking about ways she and the company can support me, my brain will not stop yelling about how I'm malingering, I'm decieving her to get out of work, I'm making a mountain out of a molehill by needing this time off work.
I know, objectively, that isn't true. I know if it was someone I managed in my situation, I'd be doing all the same things she is, encouraging them to take as much time off work as they need, asking if there's anything the company can do to support them. I know I wouldn't think 'finding out you have cancer, even if it's small and treatable' was an unreasonable reason for someone to have a period of bad mental health
i know if the fact that she thinks it's more serious than it is becomes a problem, I can just bend the truth a little and tell her once i know what the opperation is going to look like that the surgeon told me it's less serious that i'd thought it was, and that would be a perfectly reasonable thing to tell someone, and she won't think i'm a liar or a hypochondriac because of it
but knowing that is doing nothing to shut up the little voice in my head that sounds exactly like my mum, telling me i'm being pathetic. it's only a cancerous mole, and it's only depression, i need to suck it up and get on with it. that i'm a bad person for not downplaying the seriousness of this, or for taking time off when we have upcoming deadlines at work. i know it's not true, i just don't know how to believe it. even writing this is making me feel like i'm exagerating to get sympathy, when i know all of this is the truth.
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Why I like Quirkless!Midoriya AUs
TW: explicit mentions of discrimination and bullying against disabled (ends at ***)
TL;DR at the bottom
So I've got mental illness. (I know, I'm a pretty rare find on tumblr) Despite the fun cocktail of disabilities I had, I wasnt diagnosed until later in my teens. As you can guess, school wasn't very fun. I was disadvantaged because I was different. I was treated as less, as if I had something missing and nothing I could ever say or do could fix that. I didn't know what people thought of me though.
Dont get me wrong- I am not my disabilities. But I can say for certain, it's been a huge factor in how I see the world now, how I move around it. The protective rage and resigned acceptance I feel when I see discrimination against minority groups might not be the same as an able person. The desperate kicking and clawing to establish better resources for people like me isnt the same. The frustration and exhaustion I feel when the school board sees my 'condition' listed and having to prove myself competent over and over again isn't the same.
I've had my fair share of Fun!! and Exciting!!! experiences in discrimination!!!!
Like saying hello to the koi fish while trying to rescue my school bag that a teacher had flung out of the classroom after she got tired of my ADHD ass. (I bet you can guess how I felt when I saw That™️ koi pond scene) I was called out to the front of the class and told to unpack my bag and and show my classmates how disgusting I was (I was depressed and decided to just carry all my books around instead of unpack and repack according to schedule). I remember sprinting after my packed lunch but being so depressed and exhausted to keep going for more than 5 minutes. I was made an example of when I forgot my things and had to go back to school during the afternoon classes to grab the worksheet I left in class.
Through it all had to keep quiet. I was less, after all. If I wasn't, why did so many ignore the bullying? Why did they let go of me and say I was exagerating when they found me Too Much To Handle?
(Not looking for pity btw, just giving context)
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Now, I initially began reading MHA fics because I was a teen who saw pretty people and cool fighting and was like "damn shawty, I'm gonna need more". (All hail Yaomomo) Then I came across the Quirkless Midoriya Izuku tag and was like huh.
Pretty interesting concept, right? So I read. And I read and I read and I read. And something just clicked. It wasnt like one of those mental illness success stories where they where overly positive or ones where I had to keep taking breaks because I kept getting reminded of the bs I went through. It was just removed enough but still relatable to my experience. Midoriya wouldn't be less if he didn't get a quirk.
In these fics, he found ways to work around it. Like yeah, maybe finding a work arounds when fighting your besties with god-like abilities while you have nothing isn't the same as finding a way to study that best suited my ADHD ass. But the fight to be considered equal, the ways I had to find creative ways to problems that my classmates thought nothing of. It resonated with me. (The fantasy and escapism were bonuses too)
It gives me a little extra push when I get too exhausted after the 100th time that day I have to prove that I am just as capable as anyone else.
While I'm not really a fan of Quirkless Villain!Midoriya cuz its typically a little too edgy for me, I do like it when its written well. Fuck the system and fuck the assholes who doubt us, right?
Something Fun!! I've experienced with disabilities is that you sometimes have to ignore any system entirely and just Do It. Just kick people in the shins and carve out the opportunity that nobody would bother giving you. Maybe one day they'll recognise you, maybe not. But you're doing what you've always wanted to do. That's something I feel when I read Quirkless Vigilante!Midoriya fics.
Quirkless AUs aren't like Batman where he's Super Intelligent and has 70 black belts. There isnt as much angst oof. He was just some Dood with determination and some smarts. We get to see him train, see the emotions and struggles all written out. Not to mention, I was a teen when I found MHA so it was extra relatable. I'm very sure that there are superheroes who fit that description but this niche is what I found.
That's why I like Quirkless!Midoriya AUs so much.
Do I think him becoming a hero will change a lot? No, not as much as me becoming a world famous super star would. But it would inspire. Even if it inspired just one person, stopped one person from doing something bad to soothe the ache, wouldn't it be enough? It inspired me at least.
Tl;dr: I seeing people with 'less' ability than their peers be equal and overcome challenges using creative solutions since they arent as 'catered' to, just like a disabled person. Its also easier to read without getting triggered compared to an actual book about mental illness discrimination.
Please enjoy this adorable panel as thanks for reading
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1, 4, 6, 10, 30, 40, 45 for Monet, 47. also if this is too much feel free to just do whatever ya feel like
Putting this under a cut because it got long.
How has DC/Marvel/publishing company wronged you, specifically?
They keep hiring Gerry.
I'm sure there are better answers, but tbh drawing me back into comics so thoroughly with the promise of some allerdrake and the set up of Marauders in general and then failing so hard to deliver is up there.
4. Worst decision for [x]’s “new direction”?
Nature Girl. What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Oh, and I guess Beast just basically being Dark Beast now can be an honourable mention.
6. Worst coloring error you’ve seen.
Off the top of my head, this notorious panel from Marauders (2019):
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10. What’s the most cursed panel you’ve seen?
Consider yourself warned.
This is from Generation X #72. There's a reason I cut the panels down a lot when I talked about this issue.
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What you are looking at is a drawing of a 17 year old girl, training with her adult teacher. Her labia majora are drawn in an exagerated way, prominent and .... er.... "bulging."
Now you've seen it too.
30. What side character do you hate?
Howard the Duck.
Hmm.. actually I don't know if they really count as side characters when they're acting as individuals, but as a group I don't really get the Cuckoos. It's not hate, but I just don't really understand the appeal.
40. What’s your most detested plot point?
"Snap" Wilson (thankfully it's been re-retconned now)
Monet/Sabretooth
Jet Zola - specifically the thing with her and Sam but also the character in general... also throw in Sin. No one needed "sexy Nazi teenager" and we certainly didn't need it twice.
Bonus: it's such a minor point but I would like to erase most of that x-force issue with Shinobi and Mindmeld. Keep Mindmeld, I like her. But everything with Shin should go. He's way too evil and way too competent. And he actually kills someone with his powers which is something that he's generally portrayed as being all talk with. That's something that should've been built towards and treated as big change, but it isn't and I dislike it.
I'm sure there's more. I am a fountain of bitterness.
45. What’s the worst take you’ve seen about [x] (popular or not)?
You said for Monet. This is kind of fudging the question because it's not a specific take.
There's a thing that happens with Monet where she is mostly remembered and mentioned as "the other Black woman in x-men who isn't Storm or Reyes." And the way she gets utilised in fandom is frequently very much like:
"Here's my fantasy x-team line up. I needed someone who wasn't white so here's some lady. I skimmed the intro to her wiki, maybe, but tbh I'm just making this up."
And I don't want to be mean about this, because it is good that people are thinking about her even if they don't currently know much about her. I don't want to gatekeep. And also, far be it for me to tell people how to approach racial diversity in this kind of thing, I am far from an expert.
But it bothers me that so many of the times that she's remembered, it's just to meet some imaginary quota.
Hell, if we're talking about representation, there are so many boxes that girl ticks with her background and character history. But so often they don't bother with any of that. Some random white dude is the neurodivergent one, the one with the trauma. Or whatever.
And this is bigger than fandom, obviously. It's a big thing with a lot of POC characters, especially Black characters, in comics. They get included with little thought to their actual background or characterisation, and just get slapped with a random personality the author feels is appropriate.
Urgh, this is unfocused. But I guess what I'm saying is I wish people would bring her up as herself, with more actual personal detail and attention to her background. And not just mention her to round up a line up, or drag her into some nebulous attempt to cancel an author after the fact (lol that is a specific subtweet but I'm not going to elaborate). Maybe at the very least don't assume she's American. That would be nice.
47. What’s the worst blatantly untrue fanon take you thought was canon?
I don't really have one for this. Not that I haven't seen a bunch of blatanlty untrue fanon takes - dear lord it's like 90% of them - but I'm usually pretty skeptical... I think...?
Lol it's going to turn out I am 100% wrong about something and I discover it, like, tomorrow.
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"Harry’s conservative and Zionist politics get scrubbed away and no one talks about it. But get him impromptu, and he says some truly dumb, unfortunate shit. Zarries honestly think Zayn would tolerate this man? Especially with a daughter who has Palestinian ancestry? "
You said something so clever right there, i don't wanna get political i'm not palestinian i don't wanna speak over palestinian people but it's interesting to look at how his team and his fans, cause let's be honest it's both, work so hard into shutting down every person who tries to expose him for who he really is, they did the same with the black lives matter mess, and do the same everytime a discussion about him taking advantage of the lgbt community is brought in. I saw some fans claiming to be black,palestinian, part of the lgbt community defending him with their lives, the thing is even if they truly are part of these categories still doens't justify styles behaviour, one person can't speak for a whole community. Back when i still stupidly supported him as a queer person i felt hurt and offended by his way of dealing with queastions and using the lgbt community but i got treated poorly by his fans saying i was exagerating, i was playing the victim role but seeing one of my favs treat so badly a community i'm part of was disappointing, still i never told other lgbts fans how they should feel. It does seem tho, most of queer people who aren't his fans despise him and think of him as someone taking advantage of us and not as an ally or a part of the community, most palestinian who aren't his fans hate him. I used to hope he will get exposed for who he really is but i gave up on that it'll probably never happen and even if it does it will really change anything? His fans know of all of that and still decide to ignore and suppress everyone who tries to speak about it. At this point i only really want his fans to stop using other people to clean his image. Do zarries really think zayn likes styles? Yes cause they have to, cause if zayn who's half palestinian and who used his voice so many time about these issues loves styles that means he's a good person, he's not a zionist he's just a poor dude who got misunderstood, do larries,zarries,xarries ecc really think of styles as gay/bi? Yes, cause they have to, cause if he is/was in a relationship with one of these men he can't take advantege of a community since he's part of it.
They go as far as saying he's a feminist cause he posted a story about abortion (lmao) and how he truly is a good boyfriend and the women he dates are the problem after all he's one of taylor best exes cause why would he be bad if she still says hi to him during award shows? Everything is so fucking stupid honestly
Tbh i'm not even frustrated anymore at him for being undeserving of being a big name a lot of rich succesful people are just as shitty or even shittier than him and are thriving in life, that's the way it is. Even when it comes to his morals i'm convinced he has none, when you stand for nothing you fall for everything, that's why it's so easy for him to give up everything for money. I'm just still a little frustrated, at him for using minorities he's not part of to build his image and lift his career and at his fans for using other people who were betrayed and ostracized by him in order to clean his mess.
Said that i won't bother you anymore with this topic i really don't want to waste any of our time with that man and his fans. Thank you for listening
Harry’s fans are very good at ad hominem attacks of critics, a classic diversion tactic. They will tell actual transgender fans that they’re transphobic (!!) if they think Harry isn’t identifying as a transgender individual.
Narcissists diffuse criticism through diversion, dismissal, and denial. Harry’s fans use all of these tactics to take criticism away from him. Go to the big Larrie or Harrie blogs and you’ll see these tactics on every single answer defending Harry. “You’re listening to Rads.” “That never happened. I’m sure the critics have it wrong.” “It’s the people on his team.”
We end up with a mannequin who is perfect but all surface, no depth, and not human.
(Just a correction. Zayn’s father is Pakistani but born in the UK, not Palestinian.)
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very minor spoilers it’s a screenshot of a random trainer but i made a discovery
so some characters that have the trainer class ‘student’ in the game are straight-up adults. the age range varies considerably between what looks like a kindergartner and a senior citizen.
not exagerating. here’s one here.
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this means that classes are probably not based on the students’ age when they were admitted, but simply their year of entry or something like that.
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