#spineless willing partners

[velvetcloxds]

be my mistake- send me a character and a dialogue prompt and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

May i request a spencer reid blurb. Thank you! 🫶

“Do you have a crush on me?”

JUST YOU AND ME | S.R.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: *again by dorris day plays*, secret relationship

You weren't sure how the situation had escalated so quickly, you'd just barely managed to convince yourself to go on the undercover assignment, nevermind ending up in the middle of a dancefloor with a slow song tickling your senses and your secret partner holding you in his arms. As far as assignments went, you've had worse and could definitely picture worse still but the moment felt cruel in its creation, forcing to the surface feelings you spent every second pushing aside.

"Spencer," you had almost no control over the nerves that slid through your voice, it was alarming, honestly, since nerves were the last thing the team needed from you. "They're all looking at us," you were painfully aware of how silly the statement sounded, that was the point, after all, but really it wasn't a reference to the fact that you were being watched and instead that you were being profiled, read like two coverless books, bare and spineless right before their eyes and it was illogical but that shook you more than the possible kidnapper you were trying to lure out.

"I know," he breathed and you swore his touch was laced with gasoline, a fire lighting under your skin as he moved his hand to your lower back, the other hand squeezing yours from where it held yours tightly. "Don't think about them," it was something easier said than done and was quite frankly more aimed at his nerves than your own.

Morgan was watching from the bar, talking to Emily, looking to the world like two people flirting when really he was looking for anyone that looked out of place. Though not nearly as convincing as the others, Hotch was sitting at a table by himself, keeping his gaze on the pair of you, and that was surely the problem because if Spencer could see through his act then he would definitely see through yours. Because the real problem was not that the two of you had to look like a convincing couple, but that you would be just slightly too good at it- which you definitely were.

Spencer found your gaze again, brows furrowed at the sight of you, eyes large and concerned, lip caught between your teeth as you fisted his shirt in your fingers, willing yourself to stay focused when this was the most time the two of you've had together since you caught this case. He was conflicted, he wanted to bring his thumb up to brush your lip to safety, bring his lips to your forehead to rid it of that little crease, wanted to pull you right into his chest to let you nuzzle your face into his neck- but he couldn't and so he had to find a way to work around it.

"Don't think about them," he repeated, and couldn't fight a small smile when you rolled your eyes at him, very unpleased with his seemingly unbothered behavior. He led you into a slight turn, pulling you just the slightest bit closer than before in the process, shielding you from the eyes of your team as well. "Now, it's just you and me," he explained and it was very convincing, the room around you feeling suddenly bare, empty, utterly devoid of anything but the man you loved and a song you would now and forever label as your favourite.

"I love this song," you breathed calmly, giving in to the sway of his hips guiding yours and he was admittedly pleased with himself when you smiled back at him, fingers easing their hold on his own, he was less pleased with that. You were settling into his arms despite your better judgment, leaning in just enough for him to feel your chest against his own, feel your breathing as you tried to hide the way you were desperate for even less space. "We've never danced like this before," you noted and it was true, you hardly found yourselves in places where it was possible but it was a welcoming foreignness, one you hoped would never be foreign again.

"We haven't," he agreed and his voice was dazed, dreamlike in its absence of any sense of formality, lost in you, drowning in you as he moved almost naturally, habitually to embrace you, your own movements completely unplanned as you rested your head just below his shoulder, breathing in softly as his scent surrounded you now more so than before. He realized barely a second later what this must've looked like from another perspective and followed his carelessness by dancing around slowly, circling your spot to give the bar a faux interrogating glance.

"You know..." your voice was softer than before, a familiar sound to your lover as he brushed his hand up and down your back, grounding you as you managed to shield a quick kiss to his collarbone, hiding it by pretending to scratch your nose with his shirt. "I don't think you understand just how awfully torturous it is to be this close to you and not be able to kiss you."

"Trust me," he began and the scoff he breathed was almost bitter, but more than anything it was disbelieved, tremored, barely keeping his affection at bay when you tilted your head back to look up at him, the light catching your features so perfectly it was almost cruel, he'd not seen you so content, so relaxed in what felt like forever. "I understand perfectly."

Someone was speaking into his earpiece then, Morgan, you gathered by the look on Spencer's face. Hotch walked out of the bar before you could overhear what was being said, Emily following close behind and Morgan, though clearly on his way out, making sure to offer you a quick wink before disappearing behind the shimmering tinsel curtains.

" What was that?" you frowned, Spencer shaking his head as he proceeded to move his hand away from his ear where he'd had it hovering while listening. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, what was going on aside from the fact that the assignment was clearly a bust- but what you were sure of was the sort of sparkle that met Spencer's gaze as he daringly, far too recklessly brought that very hand to cup your cheek.

"Do you have a crush on me?" he demanded and as simple as the question, everything fell into place almost instantly, your face falling into mock guilt as you nodded lightly, leaning into his touch.

"Was it that obvious?" you mused, and he laughed lightly, a breathy sound, so effortless it felt almost unreal as he kissed you quickly, first just a peck and then another lingering yet tenderly brisk kiss. He hummed- satisfied as if he'd been waiting for the chance forever, longing for a taste far too long.

"Terribly," he countered and you knew your skin was burning against his palm at the intensity of his focus on you, unfiltered, completely genuine and unhidden, willingly exposed. "Just you and me," he explained as if he'd ever need to explain being so openly in love with you.

"Just you and me," you repeated and it was you who acted this time, making sure the next kiss he gave you lasted far longer than a second, and ended after far more than just the one.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #monique's writing events #right where queue left me

[thiccpersonality]

Damian (Gremlin) Wayne...and his even more gremlin-esque family

A newly introduced Damian sits in Bruce's Bat-chair, observing his new "siblings" with judgmental eyes. His emerald green ones rolling into the back of his head at the ex-carny babying him: "Look you fool, I shall let you know right now that your efforts to entertain me like I'm some child will prove fruitless. Whatever I have done to make you think I'm approachable, forgive me, because I already hate you."

Richard's smile slowly fades and he clears his throat. His medium blue eyes narrowing into a suspicious glare, his lips forming a tight lipped smile: "Right down to business I see? I'll have you know that you may be the baby, but I was Bruce's first one. Whatever title you held before doesn't matter now...in fact, I would suggest you get rid of it before someone helps you get rid of it."

Damian scoffs and picks at his nails, swiveling side to side in HIS father's chair: "Worried about the competition already? As expected from a weak-willed and spineless peasant such as yourself. I suggest whatever title you held before-" his green eyes rake up and down Richard's lithe form like a predator with it's prey-"Which from your disposition I would say you are the favorite-ah! Or I should say EX favorite."

Jason grunts from where he's punching at a dummy: "Look you little shit. All we did was exist-"

Damian: "Then stop."

Jason: *stops punching to glare at the small fry* "Ex-fucking-cuse me? I already un-existed before, I am NOT doing that again. And drop the attitude before I drop kick you back to your mother."

Damian: "How cute. It's like a puppy learning to bark for the first time. I can already tell you are desperate for my father's attention like a dehydrated ma-"

Jason: *cocks his gun and points it at Damian* "Did no one tell you along the way here that I don't mind killing for Bruce? Would've tried to get rid of Bozo the Clown over there if I knew I could get away with it. And then I'd shoot Bruce myself."

Tim looks up from his tablet with a sigh: "Trying to kill another bird I see? I guess I wasn't enough for you?"

Jason: "That was due to my pit induced rage. I had no control over that-" gestures towards Damian-"But this overly confident little bitch is a choice."

Tim raises his hands in defeat: "Just saying that you shouldn't threaten the new one so soon. Plus...I'm the smart one, Bruce needs me more than all of you combined. And I know everyone's weaknesses well, do you really want to test me?"

Damian sighs and finally hops down from the chair: "Childs play. My mother has made sure I knew everything from acrobatics to knowledge of cultures, religions, languages, books and other things you plebeians would surely combust from the brains it takes to memorize such things. She made sure I had it all so I can replace all of you. And father will be mine and mine alone."

Richard plasters a friendly smile back on his face: "Seems like the one spot she missed was etiquette. Don't worry kid, I'll be happy to show you the way things work around here."

Before the argument can get further out of hand, a clearing of the throat stops the four boys. They quickly turn to see Alfred standing at the bottom of the cave steps with a tray full of cookies.

Polished shoes click across the cave floors unhurriedly, the older gentleman quietly serving the boys their cookies and turning to leave. Not before clearing his throat once again and turning to give the four boys stern looks.

Alfred: "All this bickering is pointless. You all are now family and I hope you lot will act like it. Master Bruce is already making arrangements for your schooling young master Damian, and he expects a somewhat peaceful dinner tonight."

The older man can't help the small smirk he gives, one that is confident and self-assured. "Plus, as long as I am here, there is NOT much competition. You may be his first child master Richard, but I am his first partner in anything he's done. I do hope from here on out you ALL will remember your places. Good day."

The four boys frown at the authority radiating from the usually calm butler.

Damian clicks his tongue and slinks into the shadows while silently plotting his new victims demise.

(Hello everyone! I write fics on AO3 by the same name, Thicc_Personality. I'm sorry this is my first post and it's nothing but chaos, threats and crack...they truly (do) care for each other, they just don't know it atm XD. But I am a sucker for gremlin bat family and an oblivious Bruce to the very obvious competition. That or he lets it slide so easily (especially for Damian) cause he thinks his baby son is the cutest thing ever. If anyone manages to see this...well, I hope there was some enjoyment found here xD. Stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💜)

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne is a good dad #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #richard grayson #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #timothy drake #damian wayne #Everyone is a gremlin #Bruce loves his kids #possesiveness #crack #first post #Alfred Pennyworth is the best butler #siblings #sibling bonding #question mark #Is this bonding? #they'll figure it out #Tensions are high rn is all :) #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #out of character.

[ystrike1]

Depths of Malice - By Paldu (9/10)

The protagonist is the mastermind in this one, so the reader gets to see every detail of what goes on in her sick mind. She is not a good person. She's tough, smart, and independent. Those are bad traits for a noble woman who is supposed to quietly marry. How can such a woman survive without kissing a** forever? She's willing to shed blood to find a way to inherit her house and become great. Decide for yourself if you like her or not.

Verta Alberhart is the main character. Make no mistake. Don't expect her to be outshone or outfoxed. Her losses are minor, and she always gains power in the end. She stole the body she inhabits, out of spite. She wants beauty, and power, and men. In any other story she would be the villain, but the men she defeats are far worse than her.

Verta Alberhart WAS a depressed, suicidal girl with an abusive fiance. Her beauty means nothing to him. He likes having multiple women at his beck and call, and he finds her innocence annoying. He has bothersome fetishes as well. Verta is gorgeous, so her fiance wants to watch his right hand man kiss and fondle her. She's not into it, but he doesn’t want a boring wife.

Her life has been hell for years.

Jean Lawrence is a pig who sees women has objects to be used. Verta's father doesn't care about her pain. He just wants to ally with the Lawrence family...to do illegal trade. It's a messy situation, but Verta is too spineless. There's always a way out. Verta chose self harm because she could not see her own power.

Rita wants that power. Rita WAS the daughter of a Baron, but her mother was weak. She was seduced by a powerful Marquis named Proud Carter. Carter used their short affair to discredit her...and her daughter. Rita's legitimacy was questioned. She and her young mother were cast out by the Baron. Her mother chose death. Rita worked as a waitress, but her body grew weak. Her lungs collapsed and she is cursed to die young of natural causes.

Verta. Stupid, depressed Verta...visits Rita in the hospital out of pity. She complains about how she wants to die, even though she is the gorgeous daughter of a Count.

Rita steals the body and life Verta hates so much. Verta quickly dies of lung disease. The wizard that did the deed helps our Verta from behind. His face changes multiple times throughout the story, because he is a criminal who wants to return to his beloved homeland.

Ian, Verta's butler, is a rat under Jean. He "teaches" Verta how to be a good and coquettish wife for Jean. He has no feelings for her. He just wants to keep his position and money as a noble butler.

He dies.

This is the man Jean uses on Verta like a sex toy. He has an unrequited love for the pathetic lady, and yet he assaults her on command. Verta drugs him, which causes him to fly into a rage and kill Jean. Which frees her and punishes him for the wrongdoings he had endless excuses for. Verta begged for suicide, and yet this man just kept letting Jean treat her like trash. While glancing at her wistfully.

Sick.

Bye 👋

Won't miss you...

With Jean gone she starts to make allies. This is the prince, Brandt. He's an innocent man who is a little obsessed with defeating Proud Carter. The man who poisoned the beloved previous king. Brandt is weak to beauty, and Verta's sweet lies. He is hopefully not the final love interest. Verta is actually honest and not fake cute with her favorite man.

This is Blaine, Verta's highly devoted and dirty partner in crime. He is under her thumb and he loves it. He wants to marry her, but he's ok with being used. He slaughters her kidnappers. He becomes her lover, and he says he wants her to be his. He was jaded about women before, but he's pretty chivalrous. He just wanted a smart woman to romance, not a uneducated frilly burden. Verta's gorgeous face sweetens the deal. I think he qualifies as a very high quality yandere. Verta raises him into a loyal dog, and he's a talented manipulator...who uses his skills and his sword for her benefit.

Then we meet Rosalie Amber. In any other story she would be the protagonist. She's a caring and gentle beauty, with a cold face. Under that she's soft and pure. She works tirelessly at a women's shelter, and she thinks in black and white. Rosalie is what an ideal protagonist would be...so everybody makes fun of her. She is widely known as a naive fool.

She has a fiance who is well under her station, and he's clearly Carter's man. He barely shows interest in her, and he talks down to her in public. Rosalie's lonely charity case personality has made her bad at socializing and romance.

Verta kind of uses her, and she drastically improves her life. Verta seduces Nathan, her insecure but handsome fiance, on her stepmother's orders. Rosalie's stepmother believes she deserves better, so Verta offers to ruin him.

She does.

Yersha, the wizard, takes Nathan's body as payment for all of the favors Verta has received. They both leave their identities as Yersha and Rita behind. Yersha plans to leave the country in Nathan's body, and he plans to change his identity again. Body switching magic is rare, but not some kind of godly power. There's a ton of crime and intriguing stuff here. No sparkles.

Then Rosalie is free of her rat fiance. Verta gets a truly loyal friend, and an alliance with the stepmother (who is more useful than Rosalie)

Blaine is by far the best candidate for love interest, but Brandt is becoming more possessive too. The men Verta chooses to keep around also respect her strategic decisions. This is a very good story, but the evil does get hammy sometimes.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #mystery #webtoon review #Depths of Malice

[pinktom]

Hi, what do you think about the recent rise of tomarry haters who ship bellamort?

I have a feeling this one won’t go over as well as my anti-Tomione post.

However, what the server wants, the server gets. 🐍

If you like Bellamort, if you will be offended by opinions that are anti-Bellamort, do not expand this post.

I am not putting this in the tags; I am not shoving this in anyone’s face. Don't click it. Don't send me pissy anons about it. Unfollow me and move on.

Background context

First of all: a concession. I know every Voldemort-related passage in Harry Potter like the back of my hand. If you don’t think Bellamort can be found in the subtext, you’re either biased or due for another close reading. Unlike Tomione (which almost always depends on a complete fabrication of their personalities) and Tomarry (which requires a significant tone shift from the books), you can easily write Bellamort as an extension of canon. 

I don’t hate Bellamort because it’s nonsense. I hate it because it is not nonsense; it feels very real. Voldemort’s and Bellatrix’s relationship, in the canon text, is that of Master and Servant—and for me personally, any such dynamic between a man and a woman is disgusting and I have absolutely no desire to read it.

Here's some specific icks it gives me.

Fanon Bellatrix is bullshit; her real form is repulsive, whiny, and pitiful

There’s this common fanon misconstruction of Bellatrix that portrays her as a thoughtful femme fatale who enjoys a close, intimate relationship to Voldemort on nearly equal terms. I find this tacky at best.

Really, Bellatrix is a pathetic, sniveling wimp who would crawl around on her hands and knees and bark like a dog if Voldemort asked her to do so. She’s not strong; she’s weak-willed and pathetic. She's the kind of pathetic woman who accompanies a man on his killing spree and kills her own kids for said man’s affection.

This passage from Order of the Phoenix pretty concisely captures their dynamic.

Also, Tomarrymort writers love to make her past love of Voldemort and (*pukes*) it makes my tummy ache

Ever find yourself reading a fascinating Tomarry fic only for—midway in—Voldemort to reveal his true love is Bellatrix?* Or wax poetic about how beautiful she is, how special to him she is?

It's 2024. I immediately close the fic when this happens. If I’m reading a Tomarrymort fic, I don’t give a fuck about Voldemort’s past domestic abuse trysts with the most spineless woman in the entire HP series.

And the kicker is . . . for what? Because Bellatrix proved herself to Voldemort by licking his boot and wiping his asshole? Please do not try and convince me she is a sinister spooky gal, she plainly isn’t. She’s an embarrassing blithering pissant who does not foil any of Voldemort’s traits.  

And PLEASE do not try and convince me she offers Voldemort something Harry doesn't in terms of being an equal partner or someone he respects, because I cannot fathom how the woman who squeals "MASTER MASTER PLEASE I'M SORRY DON'T HURT ME - I'll wash your anus with my tongue, PLEASE master!" is somehow more respectable than brave, upright, dignified Harry.

*I’m NOT referring to a specific fic. I have been in this fandom since 2011, and I have read it dozens of times, on FF and AO3 alike.

Lastly - they're not a pretty picture

I'm just going to say it... you know those people you kinda knew in high school who now post about their kinky sex life on Facebook? The girl who posts "Daddy 🥺 ?" and the dude responds "Yes, kitten?" in the comments? The chick who has no shame in posting her wolf-tail butt plug or joining a bunch of kinkster groups?

The girl who later ends up getting the shit beaten out of her by said repulsive scrote (no shock) and posting about it on Facebook only to repeat the cycle again and again?

That's literally what Bellamort makes me think about. It's not even like it's deeply upsetting so much as it's disappointing: A reminder of the lowest very promising, very beautiful women can get for men who ought to be curb-stomped and thrown in a ditch.

Tbh the best ending for Bellatrix in canon would've been if she disemboweled and slaughtered Voldemort for ruining her fucking life with his ridiculous tacky cult. He's my baby, but he's a vile scrote first, and I wish Bellatrix had realized what a toxic, life-draining narcissistic psychopathic moron he was. But alas, she too was a pathetic worm.

#anti bellamort #shipping wars #server #asks #i have covid and i'm really mean rn #tw domestic abuse #tw brutally mean #tw anti men hate speech

[theerurishipper]

It’s so hard being an Adrien stan in this fandom. People are constantly nitpicking every little thing he does. He can never do right by them. It’s so frustrating. And that’s not even mentioning how he was treated in canon

I feel you anon. I wasn't actively posting for the fandom during the major salt periods, like right after the airing of Syren and then Chameleon, but I was around to see the ridiculous salt fests that would go on. People love to pick on Adrien for every single little thing that involves him making a decision that doesn't cater perfectly to Marinette's whims and needs, but woe be upon you if you say anything about Marinette that isn't praising her. It's not even like I have a problem with Marinette as a character. Some of her writing in Season 4 and 5? Yes. But in Seasons 1-3, I really loved her. She was such a breath of fresh air for me as a character. She was so full of charm and life and energy. But she got ruined for me by her stans who jumped to salt on every other character for not exactly agreeing with her every decision and for having minds of their own and having desires that weren't about her.

And another annoying part is their insistence that Marinette is treated oh so cruelly by the narrative and poor Marinette is always suffering and everyone is treating her so cruelly and she deserves better than people who aren't willing to be her faithful slaves. Then Seasons 4 and 5 brought this into canon, and then you saw people who were salting on Adrien for being upset about being neglected by his partner, and they were blaming him for "feeling entitled to her" despite never calling her out for her treatment of him. Lemme tell you, the chimney discourse was wild. And all that bullshit ass "discourse" about him harassing Ladybug, while ignoring all the stalking Marinette did and pretending it was nothing. I generally ignore anyone who says either of these things because they are clearly meant to be jokes, and I think calling Adrien a harasser is just as ludicrous as calling Marinette a stalker, but the double standard of taking the joke seriously for Adrien but not for Marinette is annoying, to say the least.

And ultimately they just want Adrien and everyone else to be Marinette's sidekicks/yes-men who will never disagree with her and will always do whatever she wants and will never think for themselves. And you unfortunately can see this attitude seeping into canon too, with how Adrien isn't allowed to have independent thoughts outside of how he can be of service to Marinette. Nothing matters for him, the only thing that matters is her and what he can do for her. She's allowed to yell at him and throw him into trashcans, but fuck him if he disagrees with her on something and isn't happy to just sit by and accept being replaced and ignored. And canon Adrienette is such a good example of this phenomenon.

But the salters will whine and rage about how Marinette is such a victim of the narrative and how she suffers so much that we should all excuse her less than perfect actions, while also raging at Adrien for any small slight and denying that he also suffers. I guess Marinette can be excused for being traumatized and stressed, but being a victim of horrific abuse is too less of a reason for Adrien to be excused, and I guess it means he isn't suffering. To them, only Marinette's feelings and suffering matters. And this has also become true for the show, because Adrien's feelings don't matter, only Marinette's feelings about him matter.

And the worst fucking thing I've seen from this fandom is the occasional post about how Adrien is "spineless" and "cowardly" and "doesn't have a backbone" because he is non-confrontational and doesn't get up in arms about everything. And, aside from the fact that there is absolutely nothing wrong with not flying into a righteous rage about everything, this is some fucking heavy victim blaming bullshit. Like, y'all know that Adrien is like that because he's a victim of abuse, right? That his actions are a trauma response, right? It's called fawning. How awful of Adrien to have been conditioned into being non-confrontational by an abusive father who wants him to be subservient to his every whim! How useless is he for being traumatized because of the abuse he suffers! What a loser!

Honestly, the deranged Marinette stans are the worst. If someone says that shit about Adrien, they can go fuck themselves honestly. The gall to accuse a character who is an abuse victim of being "a spineless worm who can't grow a backbone" (someone legit wrote this word for word). Acting like he's the scum of the earth for not agreeing with Marinette 24/7 and victim blaming him for not rising swords drawn the moment someone does something mean to her.

So yeah, I understand you anon. It's really annoying to see all these "hot takes" going around. But there are still many Marinette fans who are nice and don't say all this goofy shit about Adrien, and there are plenty of Adrien stans who love and defend our boy. My advice is to block the salt tags, follow the right blogs and curate your experience the best you can. Trust me, it took a while for me to learn to stop putting myself through the agony of looking through these salt posts and to start blocking tags and salters' blogs. But I'm better off for it now. It won't stop some of these posts from popping up here and there, but it'll massively improve your fandom experience.

Thank you for your ask!

#MLB #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain Cheng #ML Salt #Marinette Salt #ML Fandom Salt #Meta #My meta #Asks #Also how could I forget the fucking Maribat fics lmaoo #Anyway it was nice to get an opportunity to vent about this #So thank you anon

[kwonzoshi]

Hi!! Top 5 couples of the year, go!

Oh gosh… how will I even choose this.. you’re killing meeeeee. I just did the bracket ranking so imma go based off that.

5.) Win x Team [Between Us (2022)]

I mean, are we surprised by this one? We love them and we love their love. We have waited so long for this and they have not disappointed. Win is such an incredibly patient partner. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t force Team to tell him things he wants to know, he just accepts him for who and what he is, no questions. He opened his heart for him, and even though it scares the shit out of him, he truly loves Team. I’m excited for the rest of their story.

4.) Vee x Mark [Love, Mechanics (2022)]

Listen, I know it’s crazy but these two snuck up on me. Vee is sincerely the most annoying, spineless, cutest, sweetest absolutely moronic fuck I have ever seen. I mean, he stood up for nothing, lost everything and somehow managed to win in the end. Mark… oh Mark. Crazy in love doesn’t even begin to cover him. He went from being head over heels for one boy to another with the flip of a switch. He was willing to be the “other man” in order to keep Vee, and that shit is so INTENSE. Like.. I thought you hated this man 1 month ago?! Their dysfunction is why I love them and why they’re in this list.

3.) Kinn x Porsche [KinnPorsche: The Series (2022)]

Dysfunction doesn’t even begin to cover this one. They were messy, crazy and so in love before they were able to admit it to each other. They’d kill for the other and die for the other just as quickly. Their whirlwind romance is really one for the books and it was enjoyable because it was so HUMAN. We got to see them navigate so many firsts with each other and I love how it was done. They have this once in a lifetime love, and it’s palpable.

2.) Pluem x Kevin [Ghost Host, Ghost House (2022)]

Soulmates. I mean, that’s all I got to say lol From the moment their eyes met you could FEEL the emotions radiating. From both of them. They fell instantly and the nerves and awkwardness just added this charm to their story. They were so into each other and they were swept away by the emotions and attraction so quickly, I got whiplash. Even so, the mature (yet heartbreaking) path was taken and they came back better than ever. Like no time had passed by at all. Their love was patient and lasting, that shit just tugs at my damn heart.

1.) Payu x Rain [Love In The Air (2022)]

Fated soulmates. Twin flames. Meant to be. Everything under the sun that can be used to describe them. From Rain’s immediate and VERY OBVIOUS “Oh!” Moment, to Payu creating a scenario for them to talk again… their love story has everything. Tension. Communication. Respect. Love. Maturity. Payu took Rain under his wing not only as a partner but as a mentor. He wanted nothing but his success and for him to better himself. Yea, he played some tricks on him but overall Payu only had Rain’s best interest in mind. This couple surprised me the most this year, in the best way.

#between us #between us the series #wintean #win x team #love mechanics #love mechanics the series #veemark #vee x mark #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinn x porsche #ghost host ghost house #ghost host ghost house the series #pluemkevin #pluem x kevin #love in the air #love in the air the series #payurain #payu x rain #kwonzoshi

[dessarious]

What Comes After Pt4

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Chloe knocked on the door and heard a quiet ‘come in’. When she walked into the room, she found Mari sitting on the floor with an ornate box in her lap. The patterns on it were familiar enough to make her gasp.

"Close the door, please." Chloe did as she asked on auto pilot. She couldn't stop staring at the box, and she couldn't manage any coherent thoughts. At least not until Mari's broken tone snapped her out of it. "I can't do this by myself."

"Oh Mari." Chloe rushed over to sit next to her and pull her into a hug. Mari burrowed into her side, but didn't say anything. She didn't cry either. As far as Chloe knew, she hadn't since her parents died. It worried her that she wouldn't grieve properly. "I'll do whatever you need me to, but... is that what I think it is?"

"Yes." There was a long pause and Chloe could feel Mari trying to control her breathing. "I'm the Guardian and... I was Ladybug." She started out strong but ended in almost a whisper. Chloe could swear that a wall in her mind just collapsed. All the similarities and coincidences melded together, making her wonder how she didn't know. How anyone didn't know.

"I'm so sorry." She hugged the girl tighter and held back tears. "How can you even stand to be near me after everything I've put you through?" She was bad enough to Mari, but to Ladybug... she'd been nothing but a nightmare until that Akuma forced her to open her eyes.

"You aren't the only one that regrets their decisions. I made a lot of mistakes with you I'd like to take back. Not to mention you actually learned from the things you went through. Not like most of the others." Chloe winced at that. Watching the class turn on Lila would have been amusing if it hadn't shown even more of their true colors. The lengths some of them were willing to go to was disturbing. Honestly, Lila was lucky the police came to get her when they did.

"Still... I don't see how you can trust me at all after all that." Mari just leaned into her more.

"People change. You changed for the better, and when I needed you the most, you were there. And trust needs to be fluid. I trusted Ad- Chat in the beginning, and I was right to then, but my trust didn't falter when it should have and look at what it cost."

"It is not your fault that the spineless wonder decided to put his wants above the wellbeing of everyone else. You see the good in people, and that's not a bad thing."

"Until it is." She wanted to argue, but she couldn't. Partly because she couldn't find the words, but mostly because she wouldn't mitigate Mari's pain that way. The way she saw it, everyone she loved died because she saw the best in her worthless partner. Chloe didn't know how to make her realize that was skewed logic. "I need to talk to some of the Kwami to see if Batman is right. You'll stay with me, right?"

"Of course." Mari didn't move right away, and Chloe just waited. She couldn't even imagine how hard this must be for her. Eventually, Mari opened the box, but that was it. They just stared at the innocuous looking pieces of jewelry. Even knowing the power they held, Chloe felt underwhelmed. She had to wonder if it was a way they protected themselves. Mari reached out a hand, hovering over various ones, but not touching. She actually flinched as she passed over the Ladybug earrings. In the end, she picked three. The Butterfly, the Turtle, and the Cat.

Chloe wanted badly to question her choice, but kept her mouth shut. As soon as the Kwami appeared, they rushed Mari to hug her. Plagg's purring was strong enough that Chloe could feel the vibrations. She didn't know how long they stayed like that before Mari spoke.

"I'm sorry." The purring stopped. Plagg flew up to make sure they were in Mari's sight line.

"What do you think you have to apologize for?" The Kwami sounded mostly curious, but to Chloe, there seemed to be an undercurrent of rage.

"For not stopping what happened."

"What happened wasn't your fault. If you want to place blame anywhere other than Gabriel and Adrien," Mari flinched at the names. "then you should place it on me." Mari immediately reached for the Kwami.

"Oh, Plagg, no. You couldn't have known what was going on." The creature just gave her a droll look.

"If I had bothered to pay attention, at all, I would have seen him slipping. If I'd ever once bothered to search that house, I would have found all the proof you needed. My apathy was far more at fault for what happened than you were. And I'm sorry for not stepping in when Tikki complained about the way he was treating you. I thought she was overreacting because of how fond she is of you." Plagg refused to meet Mari's gaze and the girl finally grabbed them to pull them into her chest for a hug. "You really should talk to Tikki. They're worried about you."

Mari didn't respond, and Plagg went back to purring. Chloe just tried to be as steady a presence as she could, given she really had no idea what had happened between Mari and the Kwami. Eventually, Wayzz spoke.

"You must have had a reason to summon us, Guardian. How may we help you?" Mari took a deep breath before answering.

"Magic users in the Justice League seem to be under the impression that a balanced Ladybug and Cat pair need to be active to combat whatever imbalance Chat and I caused. Is that true?" Plagg growled.

"He caused it, not you. Why are you talking to the Justice League in the first place after the crap they pulled?" Mari curled in on herself, so Chloe answered.

"We're in Gotham for school and Batman seems to feel it's necessary to stalk us. His girlfriend is on our side though, so that's a plus." The Kwami gave an amused snort. Wayzz ended up being the one to actually answer Mari's question.

"They are right that the imbalance should be fixed, and that is one way to do it. Though it seems like they're making it far more urgent than it is."

"What are the other ways?" Mari sounded relieved, and all the Kwami were eyeing her oddly.

"The simplest would be going back to Paris yourself and using your powers as Guardian to realign the proper energies." Yeah, that wasn't happening. Mari tensed up and seemed close to a panic attack just from the idea. "A balanced pair wielding Creation and Destruction would be next. Lastly, a unified group wielding the Fox, Turtle, Bee, Butterfly, and Peafowl Miraculous. It would have to be five separate holders, so you couldn't do it yourself." Chloe wasn't certain what the warning in his tone meant, but Mari looked sheepish. That was a story for later.

"I don't know if I can trust four or five people, and you all told me that there wasn't anyone who could properly balance me as Ladybug." The three Kwami exchanged looks, but it was Nooroo who spoke.

"That is still true. You'd need to find other holders. Though it feels like you have a suitable candidate on the grounds that could wield the Ladybug if you became Plagg's holder." Mari blinked at them, and Nooroo flew over to the window. Mari slowly followed, Chloe right behind her. They looked out to see the Sirens still talking in the gazebo. "The green one creates things to destroy with the same energy you destroy things to create. It is a good balance."

"I really don't think that's a good idea." Chloe agreed, but had to wonder if Mari was more worried about the Sirens, or having the Miraculous active again.

"She could surprise you, and as you said, there's not enough people to give the other's to unless you want to involve the Sirens in that plan." All the Kwami frowned at her and Chloe had the distinct impression they would prefer she keep her mouth shut.

"It might be safer to do that than risk the Ladybug holder turning on the Cat this time. I don't even want to think of the damage that would do." Mari was frowning down at the women. "You would take the Bee, and I can take the Butterfly. Selina would suit the Fox, Harley the Peafowl, and Ivy the Turtle." Plagg and Wayzz floated over to the window as well.

"Well, you're right about the pairings. But will they be willing to work with you? This entire thing hinges on a unified team." Wayzz seemed to be trying to push Mari away from the idea, but Chloe wasn't certain why.

"Honestly, as long as they have fun doing it, they'll probably be on board. If we agree to mess with the Bats and maybe being a bit more aggressive with some of the more violent rogues they'll probably agree to whatever you want." And the Kwami were glaring at her again. What the hell? Mari caught it this time.

"Why do you want the Ladybug and Black Cat active so badly? You said it wasn't necessary." Nooroo looked guilty, but Plagg and Wayzz shared a look.

"It's not for the balance, but it is for you. Avoiding what happened won't change the past and you need to be able to do what's necessary in the future." Plagg seemed to be going for reassuring, but it came off more than a little condescending. Mari bristled.

"You think I don't know that? You think that I'm in denial over what happened? Do you think I would have pulled you out at all if I wasn't willing to move past my own pain to fix this problem? I'm not avoiding the Ladybug Miraculous over some misguided fear. I just don't think it's the best option and none of you have done anything to prove me wrong. Either do so, or stop trying to force my hand for no reason other than your less than stellar mental diagnostic abilities." Mari was yelling by the end and the Kwami just looked stunned. As much as Chloe agreed with her, she wasn't certain screaming at a group of tiny gods was the best way to get out her frustration. Mari let out a sigh before dropping back to the floor.

"So you're not going to talk to Tikki." Plagg sounded annoyed and disappointed. Mari renounced them and put the ring back in the box. Wayzz didn't seem to know what to do, but Nooroo flew over to perch on one of Mari's knees.

"We should not have behaved so disrespectfully. You have the right to make your own choices and we should just give you the information you need to do so. We're worried about you."

"I understand that, but pushing me into things that aren't necessary and I'm not ready for isn't going to help me. I'll do what's necessary, but I'm not ready to relive what happened, and this is the best option right now." Nooroo just nodded.

"I would think going back to Paris would be the best option." Chloe winced at Wayzz's observation. Technically, he was right. However, it wasn't worth the mental breakdown Mari would have if she went back.

"It would be if there was anyway I could go back there, with the Miraculous, and be sure I wouldn't break and do exactly what Gabriel planned to do." She said it so matter-of-factly that Chloe could only stare at her. The Kwami weren't much better. She shook herself out of her daze to drop down and pull Mari back into a hug.

"You won't be alone this time. I'm with you no matter what you decide to do. Granted, I'm hoping for finding the Bat Cave and blowing it up, but I can roll with whatever." Mari let out a snort before devolving into giggles. 

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[purplekoop]

Do the characters of War Bots have a base and/or team name? Do they have roommates? Are there wacky sitcom-esque situations between them?

Ooh, this gives me a good general chance to talk about connected characters!

The biggest group (by a small margin) is Formann, Xenir, and Burnett, who don't have a formal group name yet but they're the building team! Because reconstruction and bot repair are vital jobs in this world, they tend to be pretty highly regarded positions. That said, this trio in particular tends to be more open to odd jobs since they're a neutral party between the big Haven government and the rebel Outlander factions, and tend to just work for whoever pays more without picking permanent sides since it's their belief there's no "right" side between the two. This of course tends to rub some people on either side the wrong way, but they manage to navigate both circles fine enough. I like to imagine their dynamic being vaguely like Team Chaotix with some traits mixed around. Formann is the rugged but caring grandpa-like figure, Xenir is the bright-eyed dreamer who wants to help people, and Burnett is the short-tempered practical one. They enlist as mercenaries in the Plantoid fight mostly because Formann and Xenir want to help people, and Burnett just begrudgingly does what she has to for a paycheck.

Aside from that group, most of the other groupings I have in mind are smaller pairings.

Calber and Navea are actually old colleagues from one of the prior Outlander wars, serving as esteemed high-ranking members of the Haven militia. They were both built as well... some of the few literal war bots in this cast, with Calber being a standard infantry unit while Navea is a more robust "juggernaut" model, so her model is much less common. Calber largely resents his time in action, detesting conflict between bots just as much as the conflicts that drove humans into extinction. Navea meanwhile is more of an optimist, still not liking conflict but seeing it as a necessary evil sometimes. Both of them were some of the first contacted to lead the fight against the plantoid invasion, though it took some personal convincing from Navea to get Calber willing to go back into action.

Not so much a proper group but more just a pair of character that I'd want to put together in an "official" story is Poppett and Martinet. This was actually a suggestion by my partner, since I didn't realize "poppet" was a british term of endearment, so they suggested they pair up as a sort of adoptive father-daughter duo. They both have some manner of leg-mounted wheels so I figured it makes sense, plus I like the potential interactions between the skilled but vaguely aloof parental figure clashing with the impulsive but still relatively grounded child-ish figure.

A pairing that I had in mind but scrapped due to one of the characters being scrapped was a dynamic between Wilderoad and a bot named Kashov. He was meant to be a money-based utility character back when the PvP mode had a money mechanic, but since that was scrapped in favor of the simpler loadout system, and I didn't know how to have a character exist in both modes where his main mechanic was only built into one of them. Because the PvE mode still has an upgrade shop (ala TF2's MvM), he's still planned to feature as the shopkeeper there since I like his potential personality. I always like the shifty spineless salesman characters, and he's always been especially pathetic in my head. Here's what he looks like, though uh. Be warned: old and not great art. Why does his right arm look like that.

Anyways, Wilderoad as a wandering vigilante has to eventually bargain for supplies with somebody, and their favorite self-preserving capitalist to bargain with is Kashov. Mostly because they don't feel bad about holding him at gunpoint until eventually his scams get negotiated down to a reasonable price. I like their dynamic of "has morals but not for this bastard" and "is the bastard but goes along with the one with morals for practical reasons, and yet will still try to be a bastard at any given opportunity". At this time one of Wilderoad's alternate weapons was implied to be something they stole from Kashov, since it was a revolver that increased money earned from dealing damage and getting kills.

Unless I'm forgetting something that's the main group dynamics I have planned at this moment. It's something I definitely wanna flesh out more over time, but since gameplay takes precedence over story it's more something that's more just connecting dots and building from there. I wanna figure out more connections, but individual character stories and the overall plot still have a lot that needs work in general.

Good question though, was looking for a chance to bring some of this stuff up at some point!

#koop's oc stuff #war bots #asks

[whereyabeenloca]

This lovely prompt was given to me by @idontcarewhatmyusernameis9 thank you so much! (So sorry this was probably not as funny as you had imagined, but I hope you still like it) If anyone has any other prompt requests, feel free to send me an ask or DM me!

Nancy finishes packing her bag with shaking hands, trying to bury away the anxieties that have been steadily building for over a week now. They’ve all been taking turns branching out from Hopper’s cabin, which they’ve apparently deemed as current home base for the apocalypse, taking turns in pairs. Just the absolute necessities and maybe one or two sentimental things, there wouldn’t be much room for anything else. Mike and Jonathan hadn’t wanted to leave Eleven and Will, who were both sort of on the edge of passing out at any moment as the looming black cloud grew thicker than smoke, so Nancy promised her brother she’d grab some of his things, and Steve had insisted he’d be joining her. She didn’t put up a fight about it, frankly she was too tired to argue, and he was good company, happy to just sit in comfortable silence with her in her station wagon while they drove out to the Wheeler house. And honestly, she was grateful for the company- his company, really. He had grown up so much in the past sixteen months, polished that heart of gold she’d always known he had and stopped fighting her battles for her, and instead with her.

Her parents and Holly were already gone, thank god. She had called earlier and swallowed the lump in her throat as she begged her mom to get them to leave town, lying and telling her that her and Mike were right behind them. Would she ever even see her mom and little sister again? Could she even trust her dad to keep them safe, with how passive and spineless he’d always been? Nancy shoved that aside, trying very hard not to think about the vision Vecna had given her, and resumed on getting her things in order. Guns packed carefully, clothes folded, she glances around her childhood bedroom, and presses her mouth together. What was worth the most to her of everything she’d called hers over the years? How could she put a value on eighteen years of memories?

“I can hear you thinking from downstairs.” Nancy practically jumps, laying her hand over her heart as she turns around to see Steve leaning against the doorway to her bedroom with his arms crossed over his chest. His smile has a twinge of sadness to it, those big brown eyes frankly heartbreaking as he takes her in. “Are you okay?” He asks, and that’s it. Nancy feels the tears welling up in her eyes and she presses the heel of her palm to them, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I know they’re just things and things can be replaced, but.. How do I even decide what the most important things are in here, in my house? For me, for my family, I don’t even-“ She cuts herself off before she gets too worked up, twisting her mouth to the side as she sits on the edge of her bed.

“Hey, hey, it’s going to be alright, Nance. Do you want to just take a second and you can think about it? I’ll help you write a pros and cons list even, if you wanted,” Steve murmurs as he steps inside fully. He hesitates for just a moment before taking a seat beside her, reaching over to intertwine their fingers. Steve gives her a squeeze once, twice, and she does it back, letting her thumb trace over his own slowly. It’s muscle memory to do it, following the familiar pattern of his finger like she did when they were dating, she does it like it’s a reflex. He’s here, he’s not going anywhere, they can take it step by step, day by day, together. And her eyes flash up to his, both of them just staring at each other. She’s been repeating what he told her in the woods like a mantra in her head, unable to shake it off. A dream of a future together, where they were partners in more than just the end of the world but a life together, that he was willing to bare his heart in the most raw and vulnerable way because he needed her to know. There’s a thousand possibilities in his gaze, a hundred different futures, both of them playing a mental what-if game on their relationship. The future they might have had together before it got ripped away, what might happen if she just throws caution to the wind and leans forward, closes the few inches of distance of their mouths-

And then they hear the front door creak open.

The tension between them is forced to fizzle away, and Steve jumps up, looking around and grabbing the lamp on her bedside to yank the cord from the wall. He raises it up while Nancy grabs her revolver from the shoebox she stores it in, clicking off the safety and following right behind him. They lock eyes and nod, Steve creeping around the corner while she points the barrel to the floor, finger ready on the trigger. He turns down the stairs and raises the lamp-

“Jesus! Steve, holy shit, relax. It’s just me, Rambo, put the fucking lamp down,” Robin huffs, startled and amused. He rolls his eyes and Nancy breathes out a sigh of relief as she clicks the safety back on. “I just hitched a ride with Lucas’s parents and since you two are neighbors, I was wondering if you could drive me to my house so I could get my stuff.” Nancy clears her throat, nodding a little too sharply, and shares another look between Steve before going upstairs to finish packing. Shaking off the buzz in her veins and blaming it on the adrenaline of preparing for a Demogorgon fight, most definitely having nothing to do with the fact that she had almost just kissed him sitting on her bed.

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #steve x nancy #stancy #nancy x steve #nancy/steve #steve/nancy #my writing #Stancy fic #Stancy fanfic

[ayeeyo1]

Day in the life of a oofy doofy dyke

Wake up and work 2x as hard as the men in your life. Use all the anger from patriarchy abuse and internalize it. Belive you are somehow more privileged than cross dress males and het women. Go on your computer and watch a shitty show written by a male director “Wow this is wlw represention, I love how masc character is treated like a spineless wimp who probably has sex with a male chartater for the plot”

You go to hangout with your “queer” friends. All of them are either men or bihet women. Youre the only lesbian. You go online and white knight “TERFs a disease”. Fits herself into arbitrary roles and stupid internet discussions. Sees herself as a different class than women. Calls herself “bad boy butch top” her male identified partner just doesn’t want to interact with her. Hasn’t had sex in years, somehow believes she is polyamorous. Oofy dyke is a porn addicted loser.

Life of a Stacy dyke

Wakes up and works so that she can save up money and have stable resources. Is selective with her activism. If it does not benefit women in the long run she avoids it. Priorities female led media her favorite movie is made by lesbians and tells true lesbian stories. Dyke Stacy understand Male pattern violence and never ever prioritizes male feeling over female safety.

White knights for no one ☝️ is confident in her sexuality and keeps her boundaries non negotiable. Stacy has hobbies and befriends all female people regardless of caste or creed.

Stacy dyke has loving and respectful sex with her partner who is female identified. They love each other very much. Stacy doesn’t consume het saturated capitalist pornography. She is a free willed and determined women.

Who do you wanna be? A Stacy or a pushover oofy doofy?

#radical feminism #shitpost

[lemondragoncheesecake]

1 and 5, Kai !

1.What is their sexuality/sexual preference?Allosexual (maybe pan?)- What Kai's attracted to specifically about a person will change according to context/person, what he wants at the moment and how much he likes them. It fluctuates: he's capable of having no attachment to a partner outside of what he can do to them and get out of them (a hole is a hole when he's bored) but sometimes he wants something specific; Other times he's with someone, forms an attachment, and there are traits they have that suddenly appeal to him. He also never cares about species, orientation, gender identity, etc.

5. What are their most common turn-ons?

Kai is usually turned on by touching. Especially if it starts out casual- maybe his partner just touches his arm once, but then the next time they touch him they actually squeeze his arm a bit, feeling the muscle, then the next time they're touching his chest...then, maybe a little lower...well, it's hard for him to not just grab them and take them off somewhere after that.

Another one is his partner getting him angry, riling him until he has to vent it out on them; He also likes strong-willed people; he isn't into submissive, spineless types.

Another one is kisses/nibbles, especially if his partner has sharp teeth. It's something else when they use those sharp teeth to bite his lip after a particularly long kiss, pulling him back in for more.

Begging is another massive turn-on for him. It really strokes his ego if he has his partner begging him to do things to them, begging him to either put it in or finish in them, or do any other wicked thing to them, especially if it's degrading for them.

Sparring. Makes things much more interesting if it acts as a sort of foreplay- "If I win, I get to do what I want to you" type of deal- especially if he wins.

#ask #thank you for the ask! #sinday ask memes #Any day can be sinday if you aren't a coward! #nsft headcanons #General kai #kai the collector #kfp3 #smut

[angryteapott]

A reflection on why the introductory episodes of Alchemy of Souls part 2 are putting me off so much, featuring mild spoilers:

(TLDR if you like AoS’s softer female lead as of part two ep two, I really think you’ll like the show Lighter & Princess even though it’s contemporary. Check it out!!)

To be honest, I think the reason I’m grumpy about the current direction is the exact reason other people are liking it. While both seasons lean into the salt and fat style of making entertainment (always tastes better with More), part one uses breakneck pacing and shenanigans as it’s flavoring (which I prefer) where part 2 is using wildly popular romance tropes.

IMO, part one’s buddy comedy feel suits AoS’s anachronistic hairstyles, fast and tone flopping dialogue (that part where naksu almost gives uk to the soul shifter and instead of going all angsty they have him go “hey!” never fails to crack me up) and balls to the wall world building. It’s a romance, but a romance of two people who are first and foremost partners in chaos and who treat their goals as seriously as they treat each other. While a lot of its elements are common fare for its wuxia roots (ie introducing a new technique, saying it’s impossible, and giving the MC a hack to do it anyways within 10 minutes), AoS part 1 makes itself feel fresh by not lingering on its own self importance but instead on how batshit, amoral and funny its main characters are for using duct tape power ups as they scrabble towards the finish line, all while delivering surprisingly solid character arcs that emotionally anchor the decisions about arbitrary magical problems. It reminds me of the first few episodes of sword snow stride if sword snow stride thought women were people. In other words, it’s an absolute banger.

And now part two has launched, the ostensibly darker finish. After the teasers I personally was hoping “darker” meant the same pedal to the metal feel while it treated itself less lightly. However thus far (although it’s early days), this season’s MSG seems to be “dark” id appeasing romance tropes . They’re leaning into the fairytale elements more, which could be fun, but with this comes a closed off ML/ wide eyed FL romance and resultant overwrought angst (FL in her rapunzel era! she cries defeated until he whisks away the boat!! Marriage of convenience!!! Uwu she’s too insecure to even try with the lantern :(!! “She’s my wife” FL starstruck moment 🤩!!!). Which I’m not against as a concept, by the way!! I mean I just devoured lighter and princess and that’s a whole cheesefest. But thus far naksu’s uncut sweetness makes the simultaneous attempts at chaotic hilarity not land for me, and it doesn’t really jive with the previous emotional knots driving character actions approach as much as it does an angsty arbitrary romantic drama. Case in point is the writing giving the actress very Naksu ACTIONS (entrap a strong husband at all costs!!!) while direction is likely what’s making her give the most calf eyed, spaced out performance as she does it, which barely even makes sense. She doesn’t look frustrated at all with her “mom” for trapping her, even though she plans on escaping (and wrecking the jin reputation and harming her “mom”) in the next scene? She’s desperate enough to say something as vicious as jang uk’s so alone that he should marry anyone willing, but with a soft, spineless tone? Sheltered rich girls can have a spine, just see Lighter & Princess! For me, the screenshot parallels people are posting are the real knife in the gut- why are season one’s expressions so good while season two’s are just slightly confused? The hair is still wacky, the world building’s still like swiss cheese, and everyone else is still trying to banter… and I’m supposed to be swept into this played straight disney princess routine? While people seem to be loving the love affair, I keep waiting for why I watched in the first place.

That said, Uk and the crown prince still have mad beef in a way that feels both emotionally honest and funny (CP’s reaction to the wraiths was exactly what that plot point needed to deflate its self importance), and evil guy fieri remains delightfully schemey. So maybe they’ll bring the magic back!! For now, everyone else seems to be eating up the tropes, so maybe I’ll just stay grumpy alone.

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls spoilers #meta #to all yall who like it fair enough!!! I’m just personally not in it

[nodynasty4us]

Option Two (and the most likely scheme) would be President Trump trying to pull what Vladimir Putin did the first time that he hit the term limits that used to be in the Russian Constitution—finding somebody that he thought that he could control to be the next President. Step one in this option would be finding a willing partner to be the vice-presidential candidate (Kari Lake?). Assuming that the Republicans win the House and Senate, this VP would find the need to step down in the first part of the term and President Trump would have his doting slaves in Congress confirm one of his children as the new VP. President Trump would then step down in the second half of his term (to give the next President Trump almost ten years to serve and solidify the House of Trump as the new monarchs of the United Kingdom of America). While this technically would not be a third term, Trump would still be able to control things from behind the scenes, especially as he would be given some position like President Emeritus by his doting child. I do have trouble seeing option two succeeding. While the spineless House Republicans might just go along, I think there are just enough turtles in the Senate who would retreat inside their shells and just refuse to consider this attempt to establish the Trump dynasty. But could I see President Trump considering such a scheme? Absolutely.

T.M.M. in Odessa, MO, in ElectoralVote

#donald trump

[teaveetamer]

A Taste of Vee's Incel Adventures

Using one of the screenshots from that post about the Edelstan incel

Couple of notes here

#1) That "SEX. Now that I have your attention, something innocuous:" thing is STRAIGHT outta the incel playbook. I swear I've had incel dudes do this to me more than once.

It's like they think women are like Pavlov's dogs, and if they just associate themselves with the word sex enough times we'll magically find them fuckable lmao

They think it works because 99.99% of women are so uncomfortable and/or embarrassed for the guy they just wait for the moment to pass and don't bring up how super fucking awkward it is to just randomly go up to people and scream "SEX".

And of course, even if a woman DID point out how awkward and uncomfortable it is, he could just say "geez it was just a joke don't be such a prude 🙄". But more on that in bullet point #3

2) Something in me seriously doubts this dude is vegan. I mean, he could be, but I'd bet money that he is not vegan and the girl he's talking to is vegan (or at least regularly eats vegan alternatives). Incels do that sort of thing.

See, a lot of the time they think the only thing you need to be an appealing partner is things in common. They think, "if I can force commonalities, I can force a relationship!" so they'll do stuff like, idk, intentionally go to vegan restaurants, get really into that new show you've been watching, go out and see that new movie you were talking about with your friends, or pretend to be really into Fire Emblem in the hopes that their target will see all these things they have in common and go "wow, I can't believe I didn't see it before! Now I'm super duper attracted to you!"

In reality, it just looks sad and desperate. Almost no one wants a partner so spineless they'll just bend to whatever you want at any given moment and subsume your entire personality so they can appear more interesting or viable to you.

3) Note the (incredibly not) subtle way he tries to position the person he's talking to as a potential romantic option for him. It's not "I think you'd like it" (a normal ass person thing to say), it's "I wish I could take you there." (DANGER ZONE)

Incels do this a lot. They'll present a semi-ambiguous suggestion like this, which could be interpreted romantically/like he's asking you on a date, but could also not. Most people, upon reading something like that, might get the sense that the guy is interested in them romantically. But there's also juuuuuust enough ambiguity that you feel uncomfortable turning him down outright.

And of course, if you did turn him down outright he could just say "omg why are you acting like this obviously I meant as friends 🙄" even though he obviously did not mean as friends. He's testing the waters.

This and the sex thing is one of the subtle ways incels push boundaries. If she dances around it and doesn't outright turn him down, he takes that as a sign to push further. He's discovered that this is a boundary she's willing to bend on, so he'll bend it until it breaks.

And the more you let small things like this slide, the more likely you are to let bigger and bigger things slide. They know this. That's why they start small (Haha funny sex joke) before they go on to bigger stuff (omg meet up with me in real life). If she does outright turn him down, he either knows she's not a good target for him, or he knows he's hit an unbendable boundary and he needs to pull it back, fake remorse, and try to test the boundary again later with something a little less forceful.

4) Goddamn it I'm fucking hungry and those potatoes look delicious

[when-there-is-rain-there-is-sun]

Anger

I'm a bitter, jealous fool. You've really moved on after just one week? You say that you "care" about me. What does that even mean? I believe that you may feel concern about my emotional and physical well-being, but what does that even matter if you aren't willing to even do the bare minimum of waiting at least a little bit before moving on? I suppose we may define "care" in different ways. For me, when I care about someone, like yourself, I am willing to sacrifice for that person, be it time, money, or however they feel they need to be supported.

Your mantra was always "I always get what I want." If someone needs something that would require sacrifice, how far would you be willing to go? If it doesn't benefit you in any way, would you do it? Would you do it if there was a negative externality on yourself? You say you don't want or mean to hurt me, and yet surely you knew that moving on this fast would hurt me. Where is the "care" in that? Was it just too inconvenient for you? You say that despite the pain you knew it was for the best to breakup. I see that I truly was too inconvenient for you. That it was so hard to even slightly emotionally invest yourself into me, that it was so hard to take one day off work for me, that it was so hard controlling your impulses for me. If you take away everything which was too hard, too inconvenient for you, what is left which can show your "care"?

Yes, I suppose I am angry. This is not "care" or even "respect", just pure narcissism. Do you respect my boundaries out of "care" for me? Or is it that you can still get something out of me? That having friends is just beneficial if you ever need or want anything?

I fear for the pride I put in you. It's good that you can be happy if you check all of your personal boxes, but what about the people around you? Your personality? I see that I failed to instill any sense of selflessness in you which would allow you at times to put people around you above yourself. I'm ashamed that I helped nurture and create such a strong sense of individualistic narcissism in you.

You always feared becoming your mother. I fear you will now become your mother incarnate, if nothing in life ever held her back, if she wasn't willing to sacrifice for other people. Be careful. I hope you do not burn future partners as you have done me. Or, I hope you can find someone who is truly spineless, who will bend over backward to truly satisfy your every fleeting desire. Ideally, you'd find the right person who can teach you how to be selfless, who you find that you can sacrifice for without a second thought. I, clearly, am not worthy of that designation.

I'm sure there is something to show care for me, and that the red veil of anger is obscuring me from seeing it. I'm sure that, if I look back on this with a clearer head, I will find it foolish. There has been so much that you have done for me that you didn't have to. That book, the tzedakah box. But now that I feel like I am witnessing disregard for us, I can't help but feel like you gave me these things for yourself. A sense of obligation to gift me something twice a year to keep me happy so I keep doing things for you.

How? How can find a division between your narcissism and your care? How can I move forward as a friend to you if I have these feelings? Why do I still have feelings for you? I hate myself.

[mistressdiabolica]

𓆩'ꨄ︎'𓆪 ───∈🔥 ̖́-‬ (ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ) about

⦕ STATS ⦖

NAME ： vibia dia diabolica

ACCOLADES ： mistress diabolica

BIRTHDAY／DEATHDAY ： march 7th, 203／n/a

GENDER／PRONOUNS ： high femme lesbian／she/her/hers

ATTRACTION ： homosexual／homoromantic

SPECIES ： fallen saint ( takes the form of a female imp )

ETHNICITY ： north african

PRE MORTEM HOMETOWN ： carthage

POST MORTEM RESIDENCE ： pentagram city porn studios

HEIGHT ： 5'0" default, can shift

⦕ TRAITS ⦖

PHYSIQUE ： muscular hourglass

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES ： bright red skin that can differ in intensity, long pointed tail, feminine impish horns that part a striking black bob

STYLE OF DRESS ： lots of revealing black, leather, & silver regardless of ocassion

TEMPERAMENT ： unknown, as she expresses both short & patient tempraments as she pleases

INTELLIGENCE ： she has the wisdom of someone who's experienced every age of humanity firsthand as well as a deep understanding of the human condition

SKILLS & ABILITIES ： dia keeps more of her abilities hidden under lock & key, opting for small shows of pyromancy in lieu of showcasing her true ( unknown ) powers

ALIGNMENT ： chaotic neutral. she is governed by nothing but herself.

LIKES ： women, fire, pain, leather, lingerie, snuff

DISLIKES ： cold, men, spinelessness

⦕ NSFW ⦖

GENERAL ROLE DETAILS ： dia is primarily a dominant top & master with a tendency to order her subjects to please her, only taking up an active role herself when convinced they've earned her efforts.

GENERAL BODY DETAILS ： dia has breasts, a womb, & a vagina with a largely pronounced clit optimal for tribbing. she also has a long prehensile tongue as well as tail she often uses during encounters to both please & restrain her partners.

𓆩'ꨄ︎'𓆪 ───∈🔥 ̖́-‬ (ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ) synopsis

" You judge us, " say they, " but God will judge you. "

as spoken by martyrs saints perpetua & felicity before sharing the kiss of peace & being beheaded before the masses. out of the ashes rose a dark, diabolical entity to await the punishment of their executioners in Hell.

“ such a woman could not have been slain unless she herself had willed it, because she was feared by the impure spirit. ”

the entity then scoured hell's pentagram for millenia, punishing the fallen sinners before finally absorbing enough human souls to take physical form. physicality transformed the way dia experienced the pleasures inflicting pain brought her, so she attached herself to the overlord of lust so she may continue her punishments.