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tightjeansjavi · 2 months

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Jeany! Congrats on one year, baby!

What can I bring to the sleepover? I have punch and pie at the ready.

You know I’m a Frankie girl thru and thru… but what if he was… drunk and handsy (in the best way possible) and maybe we’re not an item yet… but he’s hella interested and the alcohol makes him brave…

Love a little friends to lovers…

Beefro👌🥩💜

BEEFRO!! my darling, mi vida, thank you for sending this in! I hope it’s okay that we didn’t get smutty with it, and the reader was the one who was a lil drunk 🥺

mi vida

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Summary: Frankie Morales is your best friend and the love of your life.

Pairing | best friend!frankie morales x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, no age gap, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, right person wrong time, best friend!frankie, assumed unrequited love, frankie and the reader are bi, Santi, Will, and Benny exist in this universe but fuck Tom. Me and my homies hate a motherfucker named Tom, happy ending, reader can understand and speak Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Translations:

mi vida- my life

querida- darling

hermano- brother

nada de eso- none of that

estoy en camino- I’m on my way

no te vayas de ahí- don’t move

voy a intentarlo- I’m going to try

vamos a salir de aquí- let’s get out of here

The bass in the nightclub is booming, pulsing in your ears and rattling your brain in your skull. Your vodka lemonade has practically watered down to nothing—great. To make matters even worse, your favorite pair of metallic heels keep sticking to the floor—gross. There’s too many people packed in this club, too many bodies, and you realize then that this was a terrible idea.

It all started with your stupid boyfriend—ex-boyfriend. He broke up with you over the phone, babbling pathetically about how he met someone else and how sorry he was. Bullshit. You sucked in your tears, and the remaining threads of your dignity and packed his shit up into a cardboard box and tossed it right down the garbage shoot.

Fuck him.

You weren’t even the least bit sad, no—you were furious. You should have known that he was a tool, just another asshole hiding under a ‘nice guy’ persona.

Did I even really love him? You questioned yourself in the mirror while applying a glitter shadow to your eyelids.

You did, but he’s not— You gripped the edge of the sink, staring at your reflection and the smudge mascara streaks under your eyes.

Frankie is too good for me. He deserves better.

Francisco—Catfish, Morales had been your best friend, your ride or die—your Clyde to your Bonnie, since you were kids.

You grew up on the same block and you remember the first day you met Frankie like it was just yesterday.

His mom sent him over to your house, with fresh tamales in a well loved container held between two clammy palms.

“Hey, I’m Frankie. Welcome to the neighborhood.” He said with a small, boyish grin.

He had the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen, and soon enough your diary was no longer doodles of unicorns, butterflies, princesses and dragons, it was Frankie Morales, and those brown eyes of his.

You walked to school together everyday and soon your duo turned into a little group consisting of three other kids that had become like brothers to Frankie and you.

There was Benny, Will, and Santi; the five of you shared your own stomping ground: the neighborhood playground. And as you grew older…your feelings towards your friends shifted.

You had a minor crush on Santi who found out through Benny and that’s how you ended up going to the movies together one weekend. Santi was a total gentleman, and while you were attracted to him, the butterflies weren’t there. The spark that you dreamed about feeling—was nonexistent. And when he kissed you, your foot didn’t pop up like it did in the Princess Diaries!

Get a room! You’d recognize that voice from anywhere—Frankie.

And low and behold, Frankie, Benny, and Will were all sitting a few seats behind you and Santi who wasted no time to grab a handful of popcorn and toss it at the three of them.

You and Santi decided afterwards that you were better off as friends. Will took you out to dinner once, and the two of you also quickly realized that you were better off as friends.

Benny ended up being your date to the junior prom. It was hard to not be attracted to a guy like Benny. He was smart, funny, and a total goober. He couldn’t dance for shit, but you had fun, and it was definitely going to be a night for the books.

Maybe you and Benny would have ended up together if you hadn’t slow-danced under a shimmering disco ball with Frankie after Benny took a break from dancing. Maybe your heart strings wouldn’t have tugged you in the direction of your best friend, and those big brown eyes of his.

“Are you going home with him, mi vida?” His words whispered against the shell of your ear while one hand rested along your lower back, and the other around your waist.

“Probably” You whispered softly.

You tried to pretend that you didn’t see the way his face fell, and his lips curve into a set frown.

“Good. He’ll take care of you. You deserve to have fun, querida.”

And when the song ended, and Benny returned, you watched your best friend walk away, his arm wrapped around Santi’s shoulders.

It was half-past 5 in the morning when you told Benny about your feelings for Frankie. You were tangled up in his sheets, passing a cigarette back and forth. Benny wasn’t even surprised, he just had this knowing grin on his face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We all know how you feel about catfish. It ain’t a secret.” He winked at you reassuringly.

On graduation night you had built up enough courage to finally tell Frankie how you felt, and after downing a few glasses of champagne for some extra liquid courage, you were ready—until you saw Frankie leaned in close to another girl in your grade, and your heart sank to the very pits of your stomach.

You told Santi how you felt about Frankie later that night while sharing a bottle of champagne on the old rusted swings of the neighborhood playground.

He confessed to you that he felt the same way about Frankie, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship and how Frankie would react.

You reached over, gently grabbing his hand in yours and told him, you should tell him how you feel, Santi.

When you went off to college, your four friends enlisted in the military and you weren’t sure if you would ever see them again. Life continued on for you, until you found yourself right back to your roots, and feeling the same way for your best friend as you did years ago. You just did a real damn good job of hiding it from your boyfriend.

So, that’s how you found yourself outside of the women’s bathroom, phone pressed to your ear, the bottom of your favorite heels sticking to the floor, and your thumbnail bleeding because you had ripped out a nasty hangnail with your teeth.

The dial tone rang, and rang and you thought that maybe this was a sign that you and Frankie were never meant to be. That it was all made up in your head, and scribbled in your diary. Maybe Frankie never felt the same way about you as you did for him.

“Mi vida?” his voice crackled on the other line and you imagined he had his hand cupped over his phone so that he could hear you better.

“Francisco,” you breathed, taking a pause as you gathered your thoughts. “I—I need you, Frankie.”

He nearly dropped his phone, lurching forward in his chair from your words. His erratic movements caught the attention of Santi who was sitting across from him in the booth and he raised his brows, mouthing, you okay, hermano?

Frankie was too caught up in the pounding of his heart in his chest, and his pulse racing in his eardrums to even notice Santi or Benny and Will now looking at him.

“Where are you, querida? Are you—safe? I can barely hear you.” Frankie uttered, bringing his thumb to his lips and gnawed on the side of the nail nervously with his teeth.

“I’m at some shitty club. Boyfriend broke up with me—and I ended up here. You don’t have to come, I just—I thought maybe…” you trailed off.

“Nada de eso, mi vida. Is it that same club we tried sneaking into back in highschool? The seedy one?”

“Yeah. The one where the floor is always sticky, and you can still smoke cigarettes.” You stifled a giggle.

“Estoy en camino, querida. Hang tight, okay? No te vayas de ahí.” He said in an urgent tone, gathering up his wallet and keys before he downed the last sip of his beer.

“I’m not going anywhere, Frankie.” You reassured him.

“I know, mi vida. I’ll stay on the line with you, ‘Kay?” He slipped out of the booth just as Santi stood up.

Frankie pulled his phone away from his ear momentarily, holding it against his shoulder as their eyes met.

Santi gave him a knowing a grin, slapping him on the shoulder gently in a half hug, “go get your girl, hermano.”

Frankie hugged him back, wrapping both arms around him before pulling back slightly with a grin slowly tugging over his lips, “Voy a intentarlo, hermano.”

And then there was Benny in the background yelling, “HELL YEAH, CATFISH! GO GET YOUR LADY!”

Frankie stayed on the phone with you the entire walk to the club which evidently was only a few blocks away. You were babbling on about how watered down your vodka lemonade was when Frankie had pushed himself through the mass of bodies all sweaty and sticking together. His eyes locked on your familiar face, right where you said you would be.

“I’m here, mi vida.” He whispered into the receiver before ending the call. He didn’t even have a chance to slip his phone into his back pocket when he felt your arms wound around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You smelled like cheap vodka, and flowery perfume that burned the sensitive hairs in his nostrils but he didn’t care.

“I missed you, Francisco.” You breathed into the bare patch of exposed skin on his neck, hugging yourself to him tightly. “I—there’s so much I want to say—and tell you, Frankie.”

“I missed you more than you can imagine, querida. I never—I’m so sorry…about your boyfriend.” He pulled back slowly so that he could get a good look at your face. He expected you to be a heartbroken wreck, but he was met with the complete opposite.

“Don’t be. He was a jackass, and I don’t think he and I were ever compatible.” You shrugged, eyes never leaving his. “I don’t give a fuck about him. I came out here to clear my head, but then I thought about you, Frankie. “Fuck it!” You laughed, choking back an on-coming sob that you weren’t expecting, “I should have just grown a pair all those years ago and told you how I felt! Fuck—do you have any idea just how in love with you I am, Francisco?”

“Mi vida, you’re drunk—you—just went through a break up, and you’ve had a lot to drink—”

She’s in love with me?

“I should have broken up with him a long time ago, Frankie. There’s a lot of things I wish I could have done differently, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s always been you, Francisco, mi vida.”

She is in love with me.

Frankie brought his hands up to your face then, gently cradling your cheekbones in his palms. “Hey, hey, querida. It’s okay. Shit, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for any of that. You and I—we’ve always danced around the subject, haven’t we?”

You nodded and brought your hands up to rest along his.

“Santi told me after we enlisted that you were going to tell me how you felt on graduation night and then never did because—the timing wasn’t right then, mi vida. I thought about writing you a letter at some point, but I never did because the last thing I ever wanted to do was hold you back from the life you deserved, querida. All these years I’ve wanted to tell you—”

You cut him off, pulling his face close to yours, “I love you, Frankie” you brushed your thumb across the heart shaped patch in his beard.

“Fuck—I love you so much, mi vida.”

And then you were both surging forward, accidentally smacking one another in the forehead, letting out a synchronized groan of pain before your lips finally met in a bruising kiss. Your foot popped up behind you as drunk club-goers stumbled past yours and Frankie’s passionate embrace.

You came up for air a few minutes later, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck once more and he held you close, swaying with you as if there was a slow song playing.

“Vamos a salir de aquí, Frankie.” You said breathlessly, carding your fingers through the back of his hair having half the temptation to rip off his baseball cap just so you could mess his hair up even more.

He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down to his face and pressed his lips to the outside of your hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, mi vida.”

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Just another manic Monday

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 17

Prompt: Platonic Stobin

Rated: G

CW: monsters

Tags: Urban fantasy AU; Magic AU; Creature AU; background Steddie; background Buckingham

Notes: Based on an idea and the gorgeous art by @house-of-the-moving-image - so happy I got to throw a little something together for it. 🥰

“I don't understand this,” Steve yells, jumping over another garbage bag like a hurdle sprinter. “That thing is fucking huge, where was it even hiding?”

“Gee, I dunno, Steve!” Robin skids to a halt beside him and impatiently hops from foot to foot while he pulls out their scooter from between two dumpsters. “I didn't ask, you think we should wait up?”

Somewhere behind them, something lets out a loud, gargling roar. A giant body scrapes against the walls of the alley.

Steve gulps.

“Nah, I'm good,” he says and tosses her the egg. It's larger than his own head, and Robin sags briefly under its weight. “Get in!”

Sometimes, Steve really, really wishes he was normal.

In a world where ninety-seven percent of the population are either magic users, non-human, or hybrids, people like Robin and him tend to get the short end of the stick. Take the job market, for example. What's a guy to do if most entry-level positions require basic flight skills, or rudimentary knowledge of summoning spells, or two years minimum of experience in applied runology?

The job at Fleetfoot Delivery is actually okay, all things considered. The pay is decent, the uniform isn't completely humiliating, and his coworker is his best friend and platonic soulmate who happens to be just as lamely human and completely unmagical as himself.

It's easy work. Customers trade items via the app, Steve and Robin deliver the goods from the pickup location right to the lucky new owner.

Basic stuff.

Simple.

Boring.

Except for the days you get chased by giant fucking monsters.

“Who even sells a phoenix egg online?” he asks while he waits for Robin to clamber into the side car. “I mean, shouldn't we be calling child protection services or something?”

“Phoenixes are extinct, Steve, everyone knows that!”

He hums vaguely. He does know that, of course, but the question has its desired effect - namely to send her off on a tangent and get her mind off things.

“The eggs that are left are infertile, but they're highly coveted in certain circles. Rumor has it that consuming one will boost your magic like nothing else. Chrissy says there's a sea witch living off the coast who's been looking for one for-”

“Chrissy, huh?” Steve grins and swings a leg over the saddle. The scooter stutters to life. “The cute little mermaid with the milkshake order from last week? You two on first-name terms now?”

“Oh, fuck off!” Robin jabs him in the ribs, but quickly clutches the egg again as he needs to swerve around a stack of old, soggy cardboard boxes. They're picking up speed, but not nearly enough in the crammed, narrow alley. Behind them, the roaring and scraping are getting louder. “You don't get to berate me for flirting with clients. If I see you do that ass-wiggle in your stupid shorts in front of that dragon dude one more time-”

“His name is Eddie,” Steve snaps, neck erupting in heat. “And I don't think he has any idea what my first name is. Or my last name.”

“Yes, Steve, of course,” Robin deadpans. “That is why he calls you big boy and honey and sweetheart. That is the actual reason.”

Steve lets this statement simmer for a few seconds.

“Shut up and tell me where to deliver this thing,” he then says.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Robin smirk while she fishes her phone from her pocket and tells him the address.

“Oh, freaking great,” Steve grouses. “That's only on the other side of town. Won't take forever at all at this-”

“Steve?” says Robin. Her hand is tugging at the sleeve of his uniform jacket, like she's been trying to get his attention for a while. “Steve, you may wanna go faster.”

“I know!” he groans. “Need to beat rush hour, or we won't be home until-”

“That's not what I meant!” Robin shouts. Her voice goes all shrill and grating towards the end, and he almost crashes them into the wall in his impulse to cover his ears.

“Well, what do you-” he starts to say, but doesn't get any further.

There's a loud crashing sound as the dumpsters are mowed over. He glances over his shoulder, just long enough to see a slimy, clawed something that's roughly the size of his house erupt from the alley behind them. It shrieks. The rush of hot, stinking breath sends garbage flying in all directions. A fist-sized glob of spit hits the back of Steve's head with a wet splotch.

“Ugh, what the fuck? I just washed my hair this mor-”

“Drive!” Robin slaps his arm. “Oh my God, drive, drive, drive!”

Steve does.

They shoot out of the alley and onto the main road, just narrowly avoiding a collision with a flock of banshees. As their scandalized shrieks and the roar of the monster fade behind them, Robin's wristwatch buzzes.

“Oh,” she says. “Today's your lucky day. A certain dragon just ordered an entire crate of aventurine, express delivery.”

Steve groans and takes a right, reaching up to disentangle half a banana skin from his drool-coated hair.

The day is shaping up to be a real Monday.

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timetravellingkitty · 3 months

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Mulan 2020 sucks lol

Written and edited by yours truly

So, Mulan 2020 happened. And I am disappointed. Seriously disappointed. It is utter garbage. I would genuinely prefer it if I watched Mulan II 5 times in a row, and that's saying something.

There is so much to talk about because this has so many issues. I don't think my brain can handle a movie as bad as this for some time. It is a disgrace to the original animated movie.

(Who cares about spoilers?)

And yes, I can and I will compare it to the original movie because it is a remake. It is totally valid to see where this fell flat and where the original succeeded. I'm not saying it has to be like the original cartoon, that is stupid. As I mentioned, it's to highlight the failures of this movie.

Besides, even if we forget the fact that it is a remake, this movie is still horrible.

INTRODUCTION

Mulan 1998 is a classic. It has great visuals, an awesome soundtrack, wonderful and compelling characters, a great message and a cool plot. It's just a great movie in general. It is an adaptation of The Ballad of Mulan, a Chinese legend. Both the legend and the animated movie are about a young girl named Mulan who disguises herself as a man to take her father's place in the army to fight back against an invasion.

As big of a success Mulan was, Chinese audiences thought some things were weird. For instance, having a dragon be a comic relief character, given that dragons are highly respected in Chinese culture. So of course, Disney decided to try another shot, claiming that they wanted to be more culturally sensitive, accurate and closer to the original ballad.

Mulan 2020 is a remake of the original animated movie, and was marketed to be more "accurate to Chinese culture and the Ballad". This claim is, of course, false, because they failed in that aspect. Say what you will about the cultural inaccuracies in Mulan 1998, but at least it was a great movie. Besides, Mulan 1998 didn't pride or market itself on being culturally accurate, the way Mulan 2020 did, so there's that.

CHANGES

I don't mind some changes. And honestly, if there's one thing I appreciate, it's that it isn't a carbon copy of the original (looking at you The Lion King 2019).

Li Shang's character is divided into two characters: Commander Tung and Mulan's love interest Honghui, apparently in light of the Me-Too movement. This is a dumb reason. Disney wasn't comfortable with a superior having a relationship with a subordinate? The hell? The romance between Shang and Mulan was only insinuated at the end, when Mulan wasn't even a part of the army anymore, so there's that. Also, Mulan gave her consent, so I don't know what they’re talking about.

Mushu isn't present in the movie. I can see why though. He contributed quite a bit to the soul of the animated version but a CGI dragon would be very distracting. Also, the director said that removed him to achieve a more realistic tone.

Grandma? No grandma. Mulan has a sister though, who only exists to mess stuff up.

The Huns are replaced with the Rourans and Shan Yu is replaced with Bori Khan.

Mushu is replaced with a phoenix, who acts as an emissary for the ancestors

There are no songs, except in the end credits, which isn't a bad thing. The instrumentals of the songs in the animated one play during some scenes (I'll talk about the music, don’t worry)

CHARACTERS

The characters in this movie are so boring. Our lead character Mulan lacks the charisma her animated counterpart had. She's utterly bland, uninteresting and poorly written. In the original, she knew she wasn't physically strong and that she couldn't solve her problems with her strength, so she used her intelligence and wit. She excelled by working hard and being strong willed and determined. This Mulan is a well rounded character.

Mulan in the live action is given Chi powers (Chi is a big part of Chinese medicine, in case you didn't know). Honestly, I wouldn't be as mad at Mulan being given superpowers, had they actually done this properly! Chi isn't like midichlorians, it's something that flows through everyone. Mulan is naturally born with dumb superpowers and has to hide them because as her dad says, " Chi is for warriors, not for daughters”. There is a problem:

It has been mentioned many times that Mulan needs to hide her superpowers otherwise she will be shunned and ostracised. Then why doesn't she get more repercussions everytime she uses her powers? The worst thing that happens is little Mulan getting looks of disgust when she uses them. On other occasions, when she is now a part of the army, she uses her powers in training and she doesn't get any backlash? What the hell?? Then why even bother in the first place?

The only way for this narrative to work is if Mulan got more repercussions for using her powers.

If I were to make the line "Chi is for warriors, not daughters," work, I would make it go something like this:

*At the end of the movie when Mulan comes home*

Dad: Didn't I tell you that Chi is for warriors, not daughters?

Mulan: "I am a daughter, but I'm a warrior too."

(Yes, I know this is similar to a scene in Avatar: The Last Airbender, but this would be better, tbh. Also, watch Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Let me compare the training montages from both movies.

In the animated one, there is an absolutely AWESOME montage of Mulan training side by side with her companions, slowly gaining their trust. She climbs the pillar with both medallions by using her wit, not by brute force. This Mulan worked hard. Besides, the fact that "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" plays over this is the only thing that makes it better (banger song, thank you Donny Osmond)

In the live-action, Mulan is supposed to lift up buckets and climb on top of a mountain. There are also other training scenes, but those aren't very important. In these scenes, she succeeds with the power of CHI. WHY? Mulan here just achieves her goal because she is oh so special. She didn't work to achieve her goal at all, because she is perfect. No struggling or development here at all.

Mulan in the animated version was more concerned about saving her father. Mulan in the 2020 version is a dumb patriot who can't even do patriotism right ("I know my place. It is my duty to fight for the kingdom and protect the Emperor") How very empowering.

In short, live-action Mulan can do no wrong. She has no flaws, no personality and no charm. Everything comes to her pretty easily, because MAGIC.

Li Shang's role in the live-action is divided between Commander Tung and Mulan's love interest Honghui, as mentioned before. Both of these characters are flat, dumb and boring. Tung exists to tell Mulan to cultivate her Chi and to train these idiots (and to offer his daughter’s hand in marriage to her, unaware that Mulan isn’t actually a guy, but eh). Honghui is there to be a stupid love interest, who gives us an “I am Spartacus” moment.

The witch is by far the most interesting character. She actually has more than one side to her, has SOME kind of depth and you can even feel sorry for her. She is supposed to serve as a foil to Mulan, given that both have similar powers. In case you've forgotten (which is something I wouldn't blame you for), she's an outcast who's now working with Bori Khan. Why is she an outcast? Because of her Chi. The witch has said many times that she could kill Bori Khan in a snap, then why doesn't she kill him? Because she needs acceptance? What the hell? She decides to pull out the whole "We're the same, you and I," stupidity to Mulan, and I can see that. It's just that the writers just didn't put much thought into it. “It’s too late for me” because you saw a woman leading an army of men? Also, why does she warn Mulan that Bori Khan is coming? Unless she's playing both sides, except her motivations aren't made clear enough for this to make sense. Finally, she dies for the dumbest reason. God, it just makes me so mad. She had so much potential, but no. They just had to mess her up.

Bori Khan? MORE LIKE BORING KHAN. Not much is there. His animated counterpart Shan Yu was scary and contributed to some of the darkest moments in the movie. This guy over here is just...nothing. That's all I have to say.

Mulan's sister is only there to mess up the meeting with the Matchmaker. What a stupid change. First off in the animated version, it's Mulan who messed up, because she isn't perfect. She fails at being stereotypically feminine AND masculine, but in the live-action, she literally pulls off a Spiderman cafeteria scene, and the blame is put on the sister. In the animated movie, this scene is groundwork for Mulan wanting to prove herself and going on a hero's journey, providing depth to her character, but in the live-action, she's perfect. What is the point? (I know this section was supposed to be about the sister, but eh). The sister doesn't provide anything else to the movie, so thanks! I hate it. Moral of the story: Girls can do anything boys can, as long as they have superpowers. If you are born special like Mulan, you can be respected, whereas if you are like the sister, you have no significance and in the end, you can just fit in and be irrelevant. Congratulations!

The live action group of guys Mulan met and befriended in the army lack the charm and comedic timing of their animated counterparts. That’s it. Seriously. I have nothing more to say about them, because they don't really have anything going on. I don't even know why they are included, because their contribution is nil, save for them blandly speaking lines from the animated version’s songs ("I don't care what she looks like, I care what she cooks like"), which is seriously cringe.

The dad is there to tell Mulan that Chi is for warriors. A shame, because I really liked the dad in the movie. He was a source of wisdom for Mulan, whose greatest honour was having her for a daughter. In the live-action, he just takes the sword that Mulan is given at the end of the movie. The mom is meh.

The emperor is also meh. At least he was wise and cool in the animated version, but here he just does bed sheet kung-fu.

Did I mention that the dynamics between the characters are unnatural, forced, awkward in a bad way and in no way indicates any chemistry between them? Oh yeah, I didn’t, until now. They don’t establish much when it comes to emotion.

Simply put, Khan (Mulan’s horse in the animated version) had more personality than all of these characters combined

PERFORMANCES

Liu Yifei as Mulan was a pretty terrible choice. She is just a block of wood, who has absolutely no range, and this isn't because of the writing. She is genuinely bad, and is regarded as one of China’s worst actors (I kid you not). She just can’t emote.

Jet Li as the emperor is meh. But hey, he doesn’t have much to do, so eh.

Jason Scott Lee as Bori Khan is fine. He doesn’t suck, but he lacks the command and authority of a character who is supposed to be intimidating, but I guess it has something to do with the writing of his character.

Donnie Yen is a martial art legend, but unfortunately, he doesn't have much range as an actor.

The best performance of this movie is that of Gong Li, who played the witch. Honestly, she is charismatic, charming and has an idea of what she is doing.

To save everyone’s time, simply put: most of the performances are bland and mediocre. Partly due to bad writing and partly due to most of the actors not being, well, good at acting.

CULTURAL AND HISTORICAL ACCURACY

So Disney went all “we like cultural and historical accuracy”, which is nice. For example, the Huns are replaced by the Rourans, a real tribe in China around the time Mulan was supposed to be alive. They also removed the hair cutting scene, because as iconic and awesome as it is, it doesn’t make sense. Chinese men wore their hair long too. You know what? I like these kinds of changes. I appreciate accuracy. If only Disney didn’t pride themselves on their accuracy when they got almost everything else wrong (They somehow got Mulan's house wrong lol). I don't know jackshit about Chinese culture so just go watch that Xiran Jay Zhao video it's very swag

THE BALLAD OF MULAN

In a surprising turn of events, this isn't accurate to the Ballad, like they had marketed it to be (I know, I’m shocked too). In a reference to the Ballad, Mulan is riding a horse and she sees two rabbits running side by side. She goes home and tells her family that she saw 2 rabbits, and she thinks that one was male and the other female, but she wasn't sure. This just misses the entire point of the Ballad.

Long story short, Mulan in the Ballad is actually a seamstress. She joined the army in her father's place. She defeats the barbarians and goes on a ten year long campaign with her friends, after which they meet the Son of Heaven (a sacred imperial title of a Chinese emperor). He offers her a high ranking position, which she refuses, because she just wants to go home. She returns home and her family welcomes her. Sometime later, her friends come to visit her, and they find out that she is actually a woman. The friends are shocked because she has been in the army for 12 years and in those 12 years, they didn't even realise that she was a woman.

Mulan then replies:

The male hare's feet hop and skip

The female hare's are muddled and fuddled

But when two hares are running side by side

How can you tell the male from the female?

Which is where the poem ends.

So, Mulan just going on, judging those rabbits like that makes absolutely no sense. The Ballad is about how no matter how different men and women look, when they live and fight amongst each other, who gives a damn about the differences? You know what would have made sense though? If Mulan got off her horse, went close to the rabbits, examined them, and then made the conclusion that one is male and the other is female. This would actually be sticking to the message of the Ballad. Also, why do they make it ambiguous as to whether she accepts the high ranking position? I assume for a sequel (yes, God save my soul). Here we can see another example of its impeccable accuracy to the Ballad.

THIS ISN'T EMOTIONAL AT ALL

Everything that made the original film good has been stripped away. Every moment that is meant to be emotional is very dull. For example, the scene where Mulan makes the decision to take her father's place in the army is supposed to be a very powerful scene. Mulan is risking it all just so her dad can be safe. She might be killed if discovered, and her family would be dishonoured.

When Mulan comes back from the Matchmaker, she has a moment of reflection while singing "Reflection". This is the beginning of her personal journey, discovering who she is. In this, after Mulan comes back from the Matchmaker, she doesn't have a moment of reflection. The army immediately shows up. Am I really supposed to believe that Mulan feels bad about this? That Mulan is really struggling?

When Mulan’s friends are singing, it suddenly shifts to the striking scene of the burnt village. This, in my opinion, is the best use of tonal whiplash. From this point on, things are getting serious, and the emotional weight of this tragedy is felt. In this, they just randomly show up at the village. There is no seriousness (stop trying to tell me this movie is adult, mature and serious, it just looks like that on the surface).

Their attempts at being emotional are poor and unconvincing, and ultimately, the end product is an emotionless, soulless, depthless entity.

THE MUSIC

The director mentioned in an interview that she didn’t add songs into the movie because it is “unrealistic to break into song when you're in war”, and I don't think I’ve heard anything more false (apart from the concept of a flat Earth). Even I, who isn't going into war anytime soon, know this is false. They instead inserted instrumentals from the original film. Except, it's very weirdly placed. The instrumental for Reflection is placed when Mulan is fighting the Rourans after she reveals herself to be a woman. Like, there isn't any context. In the end credits, they had the original song "Loyal, Brave and True" sung by Christina Aguilera, which was nice. I don't really have much to say in regards to the music. The music is overall forgettable.

THE ACTION

The action may seem weird, but this kind of martial arts is a part of the Wuxia genre, which is what they were going for. Well, they failed. The choreography is bad, the CGI is bad, EVERYTHING is bad. Honestly, if you want a good Wuxia movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon exists. The action is here stupid and stiff.

OTHER DUMB STUFF

Why does Mulan take her armour off before going into battle? That is just stupid. Can't you just take the bindings off? Also, WHY OPEN YOUR HAIR-

Mulan really likes kicking spears (and pointy stuff in general). Seriously. It’s weird.

The CGI is okay I guess, I don't know. The phoenix in some scenes looks pink to me. There are some pretty visuals though.

It is very obvious that there is a green screen used in the scene where Mulan and her friends find the burnt village. And it looks bad. Pretty ugly. It looks bad. The green screen looks bad.

The war strategy is just weird. I can't really say anything about it in text form because how am i supposed to describe it, help- (she literally teleported behind the bad guys in the avalanche scene-).

I like how the animated film, which had a dragon as a comic relief and other silly stuff, is more mature than this.

For what joy does Mulan get another sword from the army? Also, shame the dad is all “oh look at the values written on the sword, they are honourable” even though in the original the greatest honour was having her for a daughter.

How was Mulan even able to tell the gender of the rabbits?

Why not just try to send a warning to the Emperor that the Rourans are coming to get him?

Why does Commander Tung let Mulan lead them-

I AM SO DONE

Well, I think I have said everything I wanted to about this movie. I know I havent talked about its controversies (like filming next to a concentration camp), but honestly, I am done. I am so done with this. This document took 5-6 months of my life. I am kind of proud of this, and there isn't much I have done to be proud of. I did procrastinate on this a bit, and I had stuff going on, but finally, I am done. In the future, if I remember something, I'll add it here, but I think that is unlikely. I never want to watch or even go near Mulan 2020 again. It's horrible, and there is barely anything redeemable. I hate it here. It’s been reported that a sequel is in development. If it’s true, of course I’ll watch it, how else am I supposed to validate my self hate? I am also, of course, the resident “friend who suffers for everyone else’s entertainment”. If you want a live action remake of Mulan, Mulan: Rise of a Warrior exists. Go watch it, it’s free on YouTube with subtitles. I really liked it.

If you’ve somehow made it this far, thanks for reading. I congratulate you for putting up with whatever this is. I would also like to take a moment to congratulate myself for actually committing to this. It was painful yet fun to complain about this to the best of my ability. If anyone wants to add anything to this, feel free to do so. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m out. I have lost my faith in humanity, and I have other things to complain about.

#this was written 3 years ago. are you proud of me yet #i should mention. the animated mulan is one of my favourite movies ever so 😙#reva speaks

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prickly-paprikash · 4 months

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Don't you just hate it when one of the biggest grifters online decides to like a piece of media you like?

Gatekeeping is wrong. Forcing someone to like something in the specific way I interact and consume a piece of media is wrong. Art is meant to be viewed through a multitude of lenses, and each individual will have their own way of interpreting that creation. And that's good. That's fine. That's human.

But when an Anti-Woke Grifter who thinks alcoholism is a really cool personality trait and decides to brand everything about themselves as that; who has historically engaged and criticized films and shows and games and books in bad faith; who has put down women and POC's and Queer representation in media; who is one of the biggest dicks in the online space decides to actually pay attention to an art that is pretty much dipped, coated, laminated, and injected with fucking GAY, ANTI-PATRIARCHAL ENERGY—that's when I get mad.

For those not in the know, Critical Drinker has posted a review for Blue Eye Samurai, saying he likes it.

You know... Blue Eye Samurai?

The show that oozes Queer Wrath? Feminine Rage? Curb-Stomping Toxic Masculinity and the Patriarchy whenever and wherever it can? That Blue Eye Samurai?

See, he's done this before with Arcane.

He says he likes it. Him and his ilk say that, "Finally, the wokies have done something actually good!" and point to Vi and Jinx as strong female characters written well!

But they also say, dang, feels like all the men in that show are idiots and that they had to be dumbed down to make room for the rainbow-haired girlies brigade. Who have all remarked that Vi and Caitlyn's relationship is forced and being shoved down our throats because god forbid women like women!

I got sick of watching his Arcane review halfway, and this was before I knew what a douche Critical Sucker was.

So I ain't watching his Blue Eye Samurai review. Why?

His Glass Onion review was done in bad faith.

I didn't like She-Hulk, but that's because that show was a byproduct of abused VFX animators, creatively bankrupt executives, and writers desperately trying to manage a convoluted shared universe that continues to buckle under its own weight. Political Stinker over here thinks that it's pandering, stupid, feminist garbage. He is one of the biggest Anti-Feminist voices in Youtube.

Him and his incel brigade have an obsession over hating Captain Marvel and Brie Larson. These basement dwelling cucks rant and rave over a mediocre duology and an actress that just lives in their tiny heads rent-free.

He says that they are removing men from leading roles and roles of great importance!

So why would I want to listen to an inebriated libertarian's opinions on a show that has become the show for lesbians, trans mascs, and other lovely brands of gay and feminism that he oh so despises? He'll most likely praise the action and violence and shit like that, then probably say that Mizu and Taigen's homoerotic rivalry isn't gay actually. Or that Mizu and Akemi's narrative foils don't scream enemies-to-sapphics. Or that Mizu, WHO'S NAME MEANS WATER AND HER ENTIRE CHARACTER REVOLVES AROUND FLUIDITY ISN'T IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FLUID IN HER GENDER AND SEXUALITY.

Fuck. I'm sorry. I don't even care if he doesn't say that. He's made so many disgusting, disparaging remarks about any piece of media that shows an inkling of progressive themes that what else am I supposed to expect?

If anyone watches it and sees this, lemme know. Watching an Anti-Woke bullshit video with just myself is just straight up wading through the desert without proper protection. No thanks.

Anyway watch Blue Eye Samurai again. Because I know you watched it. Watch it again. And again. And when you're done, watch Arcane. Watch She-Ra. Watch Dragon Prince. Castlevania. Watch anything "woke". Consume trans-positive shows. Make all the haters and even the ones who like it but have no ounce of media literacy irrelevant. Let them dry out and die, please.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #taigen #akemi #arcane #vi #jinx #castlevania nocturne #castlevania

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 1 year

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Yay your requests are open again!! :) if you are still doing game of thrones requests. Could you possibly right about some of the characters defending you against any disrespect or question of your character?

I love this request! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Jaime - Jaime would fight to defend your honor. Not necessarily to the death but he would make a huge show of fighting in your place to make sure that no one ever disrespects you again. He knows you’d be scared to defend yourself so he’s happy to do it for you.

Sandor - Sandor would kill any man that dares disrespect you. He wouldn’t bother to talk or negotiate with them. The moment that a disrespectful word about you comes out of their mouth he’s slicing their throat. He would make sure you’re never disrespected again.

Petyr - Petyr would engage in a battle of wits with whoever is stupid enough to talk badly about his girl. He would always wins as his opponent is woefully underprepared in terms of intelligence. Petyr would end the fight with a grin, knowing he’s defended you well.

Jon - Jon wouldn’t want to start a fight over it. He would know that it’s for the best to be the better people and walk away rather than fighting about it. Of course he’d want to fight for you but he thinks it’s best to leave the whole situation alone and be with you instead.

Robb - Robb would start a fight with anyone that disrespects you. He wouldn’t want to do permanent damage to your verbal assailant but he would definitely prove that he’ll come to your aid every time. He would be sure to give you lots of praise and love when he’s done.

Tywin - Tywin wouldn’t personally kill whoever it is but he’d make sure that they disappear for good. He’d never want you to have to face them ever again. Anything that brings you discomfort or unhappiness has no place in your world. So he makes them go away.

Bronn - Bronn wouldn’t give a shit about the person that disrespects you. That’s not to say he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t care about their opinion. He’d much rather spend time making sure that you feel loved and taken care of than fighting someone he doesn’t care about.

Jorah - Jorah would immediately usher you away from whoever it was that disrespected you and shower you with love and affection. He would want you to completely forget about that person so that all you can remember is his undying adoration and love for you.

Ramsay - Ramsay would happily torture the person that disrespected you. He would make you sit and watch as he tears them limb from limb so that you know that he’ll always defend and take care of you. It’s his sick twisted way of showing you that he adores you.

Stannis - Stannis is a king. No one disrespects his girl and gets away with it. However he is also a just king. He would throw them in a dungeon to spend the rest of their days rotting away, thinking about the way that they disrespected you and facing the consequences.

Oberyn - Oberyn would get so pissed. You’d have to hold him back to keep him from stabbing the person that disrespected you. However, he wouldn’t because he knows it would displease you. No matter what he wants to make sure that you’re happy and taken care of.

Dany - Dany would be completely enraged. She would bring the guilty party before her and she would have her dragons burn them to death. She would never want to have to look on that piece of garbage again and she wouldn’t want you to have to either.

Brienne - Brienne wants to be the bigger person. She would end up giving the person one swift punch, knocking them out with a single hit. That would be the extent of her rage and then she would lead you away by the hand, giving you a kiss and telling you she loves you.

#game of thrones #game of thrones preferences #game of thrones x reader #jaime lannister #sandor clegane #petyr baelish #jon snow #robb stark #tywin lannister #bronn of the blackwater #jorah mormont #ramsay bolton #stannis baratheon #oberyn martell #danaerys targaryen #brienne of tarth

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : Drugs, choking, smut

Chapter One : Nothing harder than Oxytocin

Master list | wc 3100

The afternoon sun assaults the ash blonde as it filters in through the open blinds of his large penthouse apartment. Fuck he hated how much natural light this place got, wishing he never let her pick it out. It's not like she was still around to see the stupid ass rays to bleach the dark hard woods in slow motion.

Forever.

Tsk yea sure.

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing that heavy drug induced sleep to pull him back under.

Suddenly the skin between his middle and first finger is burning, he looks down to see a bright ember eating away at the white paper of one of his expensive cigarettes. He shakes his hand, dropping the dying smoke. Noticing his chest covered in a sheen of sweat and white residue from crushed pills and blow, he doesn't have to turn to his right to know there will be a new woman in his bed, again.

Empty vodka bottles and little plastic baggies litter the floor and night stand as he gingerly sits up in bed buck ass naked.

Running his thick palm through his messy hair and undercut. Turning to look at the new woman and when he sees you his head pounds.

"More Katsuki please MORE!" Feeling the ghost of your cunt gripping at his cock.

Katsuki? The fuck were you using his given name for? Most women just screamed out his hero name, Dynamight tumbling from their lips as he drowned in them at least for the night. Snatching the black pack from the side table and putting a smoke in his mouth, hunching over to light it out of habit. Taking in a deep breath, letting the nicotine sting his throat and lungs before he exhales through his nose like some deadly dragon.

"Oi." He taps you, ashes getting on your shoulder from his actions, "This ain't a fuckin bed and breakfast, Sweetheart. Get the fuck out."

"Wh-what?" You ask groggy, naked and covered in hickies and deep indents of teeth.

His teeth, shit.

"I said, leave. As in get the fuck out. As in fuck right off bitch." He takes another drag looking away from you, just catching the bruises on your shoulders in the shape of fingers.

His fingers, fuck.

He hears you suck your teeth, watching you grab for your clothes that were on his side of the bed as he sits naked on the edge, finishing his smoke with no rush. Crimson eyes watching you stuff your bralette in your black Prada bag, your custom designer shirt easily hiding the scratch marks that raked down your back, his scratch marks.

"Make sure ya grab all of yer shit." He takes in an aggressive puff before blowing it out as he speaks, "I don't want your garbage here."

The disgust on your face is obvious, keeping eye contact as you jump into your skinny jeans. Purposefully throwing your elbow into an expensive and extremely fragile statue. It falls to the ground shattering into a hundred pieces.

You don't even play it off with an oops, just a bitchy shrug.

"That costs more than ya make in a fuckin year."

"Doubt it, it was a knock off dumbass." You look at his dumb struck face and let out a loud laugh, "Oh did wittle asshole Katsuki think it was real?"

"Quit usin my fuckin name."

"Don't give it out so easy then dick." You give him your back, putting your purse on your shoulder before walking with your arm outstretched. Pushing everything off the shelves you passed and even knocking down some real classical paintings before slamming the front door to his apartment.

"Fuckin dick." You hiss, readjusting your purse as you head for the elevator.

"Fuckin bitch." He snarls, stubbing out the cigarette directly into the scorched wood of the night stand.

Rising as he checks his phone. 16 missed calls from unknown numbers that he needs to block, each one corresponding to texts about how he was the best dick they ever had. Instead he clicks the banner on his phone bringing up the top news video.

"Another win for up and coming pro hero Ms. Maboromicamie, can you shed some insight on this great win?"

"Well, it's all thanks to my team. Dynamight is always so helpful. We're such a great team."

The sound of her giggle fills the apartment and echoes around the ash blonde's head.

Bakugou clicks off the video, grabbing for an orange bottle and shaking out two rectangle pills before picking up the vintage wine he must have gotten out last night and swallowing the last quarter.

Why the fuck did he bring out a chateau '42 for some random bitch?

It didn't matter, you were gone now, just like the other women in his house starting with her. He swallows thickly, shoving it all down and headed to his marble bathroom for a long hot shower. Grabbing his hero uniform to change into.

Cranking up the water til it started to steam, stepping in and groaning loudly. Rubbing at the black cherry lipstick that clings to his throat. His muscles hurt, back stinging and his thick fingers reached around to feel deep scratch marks.

Why was he fuckin you in missionary? The night comes back in hazy clips. Your eyes so pretty staring up at him like that and before that his head between thick thighs that squeezed his face tightly. He couldn't remember the last time he fucked anyone outside of bending them over his bed with his hand on the nape of their neck to keep them in place.

He didn't care if they felt good, he just wanted to nut.

Mentally he waves away the thoughts of you, by the time he had his coffee he'd forget you ever even fucking existed, just like the rest of the women who landed in his California king bed. God forbid he had to wake up and touch someone while he was sober. His mind moving onto work, how his 48 hour shift started tonight, how he promised the hag he'd stop by today and he'd already canceled four times before. 'Sides, Kirishima was going to be there to buffer for his Mom and that damned Izuku. Might as well go and avoid a bitching from his ma.

Growling as he steps out, pushing his hair back with a band as he looks at himself in the upscale mirror. Impervious to fog and steam giving him a clear reflection of himself. Bags under his eyes, skin a bit pinched and his stubble was growing out. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly before he shoves himself into his clothes. When he looks back down he sees a golden lipstick tube and sucks his teeth, grabbing for it to toss into the bin before his phone screams from his pocket.

Annoyed he grabs for it, exchanging the golden tube for the cracked glass.

"What? What the fuck do ya want?"

"Bakugou, my asshole of a son, you're late." His mom chides, "I have a meeting and my apprentice is gonna have to take your measurements now."

"Ma, they haven't fuckin changed."

"Son, shut the fuck up and get to my office." She hangs up with a roll of his eyes. He growls, dropping the phone with the forgotten lipstick into his pocket before setting out to get some shitty coffee at a corner store to start his shitty day.

Several hours earlier

His palms are hot, too fucking hot. Paired with the shot glass that the ash blonde was sure to keep bottomless. The room spins and you hardly remember the pill he offered you but definitely remembered the way his tongue swirled over yours as he pressed you into the wall at the club, placing the bitter rectangle into your mouth with his thick wet muscle. His cock poking your ass all night and deep voice asking if you were ready to go to his apartment.

The booze and pill loosened your lips and you let out a breathy yes.

Stumbling through the dark apartment, him kicking the door shut as he peels your expensive top from your soft skin. He pulls back and groans.

"Fuck. So fuckin pretty." He bites at your ear before shoving you onto his bed, pulling at your jeans, "And ya know how ta dress."

He bites at the inside of your thigh until he sees purple blooming on your skin, lapping at the mark as you arched your back.

"Want me to eat this pretty cunt?" He asks, long fingers pressing on the clothed mound as he swiped at the fabric where your clit was . Rough pad of his thumb pressing just right and you nod your head frantically, "Gotta use yer voice Sweetheart."

"Pl-please."

"Please what?" He chuckles, teasing as he takes his broad tongue, pressing it against the black cloth and swiping it up to your clit. Your body jolts and your hand goes to his head. Manicured nails digging into his scalp roughly making him groan into your sex.

"Please daddy?" You test out the name, most dudes liked the nickname, you weren't particularly a fan but you'd bark to see this fine ass stranger between your thighs. Looking up at you with glowing red eyes.

Was he a God?

A demon?

The latter most likely. Still he pushes away your iron grip with ease, climbing up your body for a moment. Hand gently gripping at your throat to see your reaction. When your pelvis grinds into his thigh roughly he smiles, squeezing harder.

"Katsuki." His voice is surprisingly soft as he looks deeply into your eyes. He gives pause and when you don't repeat it back to him he tilts his head so that his ear is by your pretty swollen mouth, "Tell me what you want, princess."

"Eat-eat me please." He stays like that, squeezing until you're gasping, making you delightfully light headed, "Katsuki."

His cock jumps at the way the syllables tumble from your lips.

"That's my girl." He growls, coming back to kiss you roughly, making your head swim as his teeth gnash against yours. Wet muscles sliding over each other until he pulls away slowly. Keeping the clear string between you connected until he pulls his tongue back into his mouth. Kissing, nipping and sinking his teeth deeply into your skin just to hear you whine as he crawls back down your body. Shoving your legs open, the sound of ripping fabric echoes around the room. It's barbaric how it sounds, how he chuckles at your mewl yet still you had an annoyed look.

"Don't worry, I keep my girl happy. You'll have all the designer shit you want." Slowly he dips his middle and ring finger into your sopping cunt, "Now lemme hear who owns this pretty pussy."

He takes no time to find your spongy spot inside your tight heat, thrusting his fingers with enough force to rock your body before he pulls your throbbing pearl into his mouth. Sucking so hard you see stars.

"Katsuki!" Nails scratching at his head again, shoving his face into your sex, he loved a woman who knew what she wanted.

And you wanted him to feast on you til you went limp. With his gluttony it wouldn't be long til you were. Suckling and flicking his tongue across your puffy clit, fingers sounding out a delicious squelch of your arousal as you pull thick digits back in.

Heat grips your lower stomach as you arch and buck into his face. Gripping at his scalp and sheets with eyes screwed shut. Just as you're teetering on the edge, thighs shaking around his head he pulls away with a lewd pop and you groan, trying to push against his strong neck.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum, pretty girl." He slowly flicks his tongue on your cunt and your body jerks, crying out, "Don't see ya looking."

"Okay okay Katsuki please." He rewards your obedience by pulling you back into his mouth. Sucking and thrusting his fingers harder than before sending you right back to the edge. Fighting to let your head fall back as he watches over your mound and stomach with hooded eyes.

Giving a rut to the bed to relieve the ache of his cock as he watches your face contort. Brows furrowed up, eyes clouded and mouth parted in a lovely o. As he sucks he gently flicks the tip of his tongue and your eyes go wide and you let out a loud moan. Squeezing his digits in tight contractions that make him rut the bed again thinking of how it'd feel around his cock.

Impatiently he flips you over, pulling you to him and pressing you into the plush mattress with his hand at the nape of your neck. You look pretty like that, tight hole and cunt still spasming from your earlier high. He spreads your cheeks, letting the saliva in his mouth drip from the wet muscle before he spits a cold glob of it onto your puckered rim just to see you jolt. Experimenting by pressing his callous thumb to it and when you whine his eyes flutter.

"I know, my dirty little slut likes her ass being stretched." He rakes blunt nails down your back and you shudder, "Don't worry, we'll get there."

He presses his thumb in to his first knuckle, a pleasurable burn as he slides it in and out, your cunt dripping and darkening the sheets between your thighs. He takes his free hand and spreads the bead of leaking pre across his thick length before sliding it up and down your slick. When the angry cockhead hits your sensitive clit you lurch forward before bucking your hips back against his thumb. Still rocking and when he catches your entrance you sheath him fully, contracting around his size and thumb. A sigh is shared between the two of you, as if the pair had been waiting for this moment.

Molded to one another.

"So pretty like this." He gives a tentative rut, pushing his thumb in deeper and he watches a shiver run down your spine.

He thrusts again, setting a rough slow pace, something he hadn't done in years. Trying to pull that special kind of cum from a woman.

From you.

The type that stupidfied them on his cock. It must be working, cunt getting wetter and wetter as you soak his balls each time they slap against your sex. How your body melts into the mattress and the loud whine when he drags away. Tight grip on the sheets gone and he has to use his free hand to hold up your hips, keep you back arched so beautifully.

"I know I know." He coos, picking up his pace a bit before going back to slow thrusts. Cunt fluttering around him again and he wonders if you've cum, then he knows you have with how your tight rim convulses around his thumb in time with your cunt.

He could cum like this, slow fucking you as your cunt tries to milk him again and so quickly.

You glance over your shoulder to look at him and it makes his pace stutter, the drool you swallow slowly, puppy dog eyes as tears cling to long lashes. Squeezing him as you speak, making him twitch so close to the edge.

"Gotta look at me when ya cum." You parrot his words back to him and it makes him smirk.

"Yea, pretty girl. Wanna see me stuff you full?"

"Yes, Katsuki." The way you say his name makes him wild. Makes him remove his thumb and reach up to grip roughly at your shoulders and lift you as he fucks into you so hard and so fast all you can do is moan. Eyes rolling into your head as he groans behind you. Growling as if he's fighting himself, trying to talk himself out of something but drops you, almost letting you fall face first into the bed before catching you by your ribs last second.

"Fuck do you know what yer doin ta me?" He snarls, but still he gently flips you over. Seeing his fingers outlined in purple on your arms. Coming down to tenderly press his lips to them. Slipping himself back in as he does, making you whimper.

"Yer okay." He reassures, only asking with his eyes and you give a curt nod. Bucking your hips into his, sharp claws poised nicely on his back.

"Gonna scratch me up little kitten?" Wolfish grin back on his handsome face.

"Gonna make ya bleed." You purr but it doesn't come out as strong as it should. Voice weak from the way he manipulates you. Thaws you beneath his hot palms and smoking caramel scent, he sucks his teeth but his smirk never waivers.

Slowly he starts his pace again, those slow thrusts that make you feel boneless, head swimming as you struggle to keep your manicured nails in his back. He leans down to press sloppy kisses to your neck, biting at the apex of your shoulder and throat til he tastes blood.

You mewl for him and he increases his speed, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. Thrust as sloppy as his kisses were, no rhyme or reason but far from unpleasant. Beautifully rough and hard as you feel him twitching in your spent cunt.

"More Katsuki! Please MORE!" You cry for him, nails going down his shoulder blades. The burning pleasure makes his eyes flutter, rolling in his head as sweat falls from his brow onto your collar bones.

His breathing turns erratic, eyes blown wide as he opens his mouth to let out a groan.

"Cum for me Katsuki. Stuff me full like ya promised." It's breathy and desperate and exactly what he needed to push him over the edge. Painting your perfect walls in sticky white, pushing you over the edge with him as he fucks it into you further.

Stopping when you're both twitching, collapsing his full weight on you and mumbling a sorry when you let out a soft oof. He goes to get up but you press him back into your chest. Fingers finding his hair, carding through his soft ash blonde strands.

He practically purrs, "Careful, might fall in love."

He jokes, voice bit weak from his recent high, you giggle, "Ya said you just wanted a good fuck."

A tease and he looks up at you. Eyes clouded by pills, drink and a fresh hit of Oxytocin, it makes him look in love but the sadness that creeps in makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

As if you could feel fate's cruel hand wrapping around the fluttering muscle just to crush it.

"I don't need love, just need my drugs and Dior."

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #Katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️#kitten writes bakugou #kitten drugs and dior

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hissinghydrangeas · 19 days

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Wtf is wrong with Zane and Cole

They acknowledge that Feudalism is untrustworthy and sells sketchy shit.

The guy straight up tries to sell them garbage and then vomits a map. And rather than tossing out that nasty ass map that the person they know is deceitful gave them they follow it blindly. It makes no sense Zane literally did a whole warning establishing that Federal is bad and less than 3 minutes later the whole group is on a dragon following a map from a known con

Oh and then they acted surprised like they didn't know their was a chance it could be fake. Wow the guy your entire team knows is full of it scammed you who could have known

Its so stupid

Also Nothing Unique about him disappointing he's in need of a redesign. While watching in German before the English release and I thought he was just Gripe after seeing the way the ninja acted towards him

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #i will give the copy and paste eel man redesign

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Omg I can’t. TG are actually so stupid. This might be the dumbest one yet that I’ve come across. They’re so desperately grasping at straws to make Rhaenyra out as something that she’s not. There’s such a huge difference between going out of your way to be entertained by children in fighting pits and taking genuine pleasure and enjoyment out of it vs being forced to sit through a tourney where these things happen to the knight and audience’s knowledge and at the knights own risk and since when does fascination equate finding pleasure/enjoyment out of something? It means to attract attention/interest. Just like how I’m fascinated by the hot garbage that TG are constantly spewing.

(I have blocked this user so I can't see the post. That's why I will only refer to what the anonymous wrote. So there's no point in going to the user to complain, like last time ;) )

There is a great difference between children who are forced to fight to survive and adult knights who willingly fight for the prize. In GoT, the prize for the Hand tournament was 40,000 gold dragons… do you think someone forced these people to fight? And that Viserys gave less as a reward for the tournament on behalf of his heir…? How can you equate this to the struggles of little children who fought to survive? Why do you think one was made into a big event, while the other was not entirely legal…?

And I can bet that if Rhaenyra refused to go to the tournament, the TGs would claim that she is not fulfilling her duties again ;P

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #hotd #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #anti team green stans

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bimshwel · 30 days

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a pointless drawing in which nothing happens showing bulma from early dragon ball comics and unfortunately also nemitz from stupid garbage comics.

#bulma #nemitz #dragonball #terrordactyl #dragonquest #akiratoriyama

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I doubt show-only fans can tells Baela and Rhaena from one other, let alone tell me five unique personality traits of Rhae's kids. Daemon is an abusive POS and Rhaenyra is boring and inconsistent as a protagonist. Rhaenys and Corlys keep supporting Rhaenyra despite the utter disrespect shown to their children by Rhae and Daemon. What do team Black stans see in these characters that makes them behave so fanatically in their support?

The writers can feign ignorance all they like ("we're not on any side!!") but alongside audience stupidity, they worked overtime to frame every Black as a justified victim (see the Vaemond/Laenor/Viserys/Criston/Aemond eye gouging storylines) and are gagging for a new Daenerys in Rhaenyra, so that's what the audience go for. Daemon is a pedophile but that is never acknowledged, while Aegon gets the worst interpretation. Rhaenyra is a girlboss extraordinaire, while Alicent is called a servant of men (by the BIGGEST servant of men in the show- Rhaenys, when I catch you!) When one side is consistently portrayed as heroic and righteous, no matter the crime, the casual audience will follow. No accounting for taste.

Even the one episode about the Greens- a stunning coronation (a scene that could have rivaled GoT's best), the making and breaking of Aegon, turns into the Rhaenys show with the most idiotic moment I've seen since GoT S7. That should have been the iconic introduction of Aegon's Sunfyre, we could have seen the siblings' 3 dragons together as a show of Green strength, maybe a mention of Daeron. Instead we saw smallfolk murdered for quite literally no reason but to give a "cool" Team Black moment. As long as they continue to spoon feed the audience this garbage, they'll lap it up.

#anonymous #team green #anti hotd #anti team Black #aegon ii targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenys velaryon

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 8 months

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“Hey, hey! Aizawa!” Shouta paused to turn towards the voice calling. Walking down the hall was the form of Nezu’s secretary, Mathews Vic. A plus size, short person, they had randomly appeared one day blinking behind their glasses in Nezu’s office. Shouta never found out to much about them, given Nezu hoarded their information like a dragon but they'd settled in well as a secretary. “Shit yeah good to catch you!” Mathews beamed. They flicked their braid behind their head, the random pieces of bone in it clinking.

Shouta was ninety percent sure the whole ‘bone in hair’ thing was to mess with people. “Mathews,” Shouta said to them with a nod. They were at work and not in private. Hell, he was outside his classroom on the third day. Probably Mathews's own design on that. They once told Shouts that ‘eavesdropping is essential for a hero student and if they over hear shut they shouldn't it's on them to keep their mouths shut’. Though they did keep the really confidential stuff hidden.

“Glad I caught you! Wanted to talk about two of your students. Midoriya and Bakugou,” Mathews said. Shouta sighed. Of course, those two. Shouta’s first impression had been of a slacker and a kid who'd been told for years that he would end up a villain thanks to his Quirk. It hadn't changed just yet, but something was bugging him about them.

“Whats on your mind?” Shouta asked.

“Well for starters I met Bakugou before. It was a year back and I caught the kid threatening some other kids about ‘not applying to UA cause I'll kill you’. He actually had his Quirk popping in his hands. I stepped in, told him off and moved on. But that kinda thing sticks in your mind you know?” Mathews said. “So when I saw him I was like. Ah! Must look into! And I have for the last bit other than when the Rat God, May he have mercy on our souls, asks me to do other things.”

The cackle coming in from their earpieces, showing Nezu was listening, made Shouta shake his head. The joke kept on going, it was funny enough but Mathews took forever to get to their point like the rat did.

“Anyways so I did further research and looked into teacher comments on Bakugou. Did you?”

“No, I never look at them. Half the time they're garbage with either inflated praise or sabatoge. I look at other things like grades and skill scores.” Shouta said honestly. He'd like to talk to the person who started the rumour he didn't read the files. He wasn't stupid, he just skipped things that often ended up being faked.

“Smart smart, cause Midoriya has the worst load of horseshit I've ever seen. This kid is apparently the most disruptive and unintelligent child, meanwhile he's nearly broke a record on our entrance exam. 90%! Can you believe it?!” Mathews spread their arms out with a grin. Shouta had known that, but figured Mathews and Nezu were just absurdly pleased by a smart kid.

Shuffling came from the classroom they were in front of. Both ignored it as Mathews rambled on. “Bakugou though… that kid has nothing but praise and being called a delight in his files. I was instantly suspicious.”

Shouta was now to. That didn't make sense with his attitude so far. It should have been more like Midoriya’s records then not. Or it would be if he faced Quirk Discrimination like Shouta assumed.

“So I went digging. I know you thought he was a victim of discrimination cause his attitude matched yours as a kid, angry, bitter, willing to scream at people-” Mathews rambled as a loud bang echoed from the classroom before quieting.

We need to work on stealth, Shouta thought to himself.

“So I went back further and dug up some of the social media of their classmates and holy SHIT. Aizawa? That explosive kid is a narcissistic sociopath waiting to happen!” Mathews said in disbelief. “And no this isn't ‘oh Explosive Quirk? You're a villain in the making!’” the high pitched sing-song voice made Shouta shake his head at them. “This is me ACTUALLY wondering cause that kid had used his Quirk on Midoriya multiple times for stupid reasons. Including muttering. I saw DOZENS of videos Shouta, all untagged so we missed them!”

The fact Mathews used his name showed how serious this was. “Vic-” Shouts began but they waved him off.

“Not now. I'm angry. You know the whole ‘hey so this school gets all grades audited’ thing we discovered. It's not because of Bakugou like you thought. It's cause of Midoriya! Cause until the entrance exam he was Quirkless! And they treated him like SHIT FOR IT!” Mathews exploded. “I can't tell you how much shit I went through Shouta, how much BULLSHIT I saw spew from the mouths of students and teachers. And Bakugou was a driving force!” Mathews shook their head, turning away from Shouta to stare at the wall.

He looked at his classroom, wondering why it was so quiet. It felt like a tomb, staring at it.

It was better than thinking on Mathews's words. He didn't WANT to believe it. He didn't want to think that they'd let an bigoted bully into UA. But Mathews rarely lied.

“Fuck, we fucked up.”

“We caught it early,” Mathews said to him, turning away from the wall. “I poked at Midoriya’s file to and he was Quirkless. It changed a week after the exam.”

“False negative? With specific activation?” Shouta asked.

“One option. Some of the videos had the kid freaking scrawny. Makes sense he needed to put on muscle for that Quirk. But like… there's also three other options.” Mathews said. “One, he met someone who can give people Quirks-”

“Like the boogeyman?” Shouta rolled his eyes.

“I met the fuck six years back, he wanted my Quirk,” Mathews said dryly. “I set off a glitter bomb in answer. But you do know there are other people with similar Quirks right? Nothing is unique and I want to point while laughing at any idiot claiming otherwise. Hell there's one with the exact same Quirk in Taiwan. Nice lady, works for the government.” Mathews shrugged at Shouta’s look. “No Quirk is villainous. It's idiots who say so.”

“I know that. I just wonder how you keep meeting these people.” Shouta told them.

“Sheer dumb luck. And also me being nosy as fuck. But anyway, so that's an option except my friend charges big bucks for a Quirk unless you go through the government so she's out and I can't think of anyone else in Japan since Boogeyman either died or went underground… wonder if the glitter… no right back on track. Our second option if a force manifested Quirk.” Mathews looked very uncomfortable saying that. Shouta understood why.

Force manifested Quirks, or FMQ only came about in serious circumstances. The idea Midoriya had one was haunting.

But it explained so much. The darkness in his eyes, the lowered face, the quiet looks he gave. It explained so much.

“Entrance exam?” Shouta asked. Mathews fidgeted. “... Vic?”

“I umm… sent you some videos of the worst bullying and a signed statement from a kid who told me a lot of stuff about Bakugou. Apparently they were friends of a sort? And the kid had a wake up call? It’s not… pretty.” Mathews winced. “But it’s possible Midoriya… tried to take his own life before UA. I don’t know if he did but it’s not good.”

“Fuck,” Shouta covered his face. His classroom was still so silent. Why?

“Which uhh leads me to the last option! A transferable Quirk!” Mathews said.

“...That’s a thing?” Shouta asked.

“Oh yeah I know like three heroes with one, and two non-heroes.” Mathews chriped as they motioned with their hands, trying to avoid the unpleasant conversation they just had. “It’s rareish, but it happens.”

“I see…” Shouta sighed. “Well, thanks for this. I now have to talk to my class who heard everything probably.”

“...Wait, wait… what… oh fuck,” Mathews paled dramatically. “I thought it was after school.”

“... did you forget AGAIN what times people leave school here?”

#bnha #bnha au #bakugou critical #this is just something dumb #Vic is a himbo #a total dumbass who keeps forgetting shit #they get forced into the TA roll after this #Nezu is mean

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Bones help me, I don’t want my rewrite to be taken down.

It’s called @trailofflamesrewrite. Should I rename it? I already do the tag #trail of flames au. Is that fine?

The rewrite itself was my own ideas sprinkled with canon stuff because it was my rules.

Am I good or am I fucked?

I didn't mean to cause a panic; you're gonna be fine dude. We're all gonna be fine.

I rebranded because an old goal of mine was to respect canon as a story and try not to change major events too much. At the same time, I was VERY linient with the super editions, DOTC material, and was already making major changes with clan culture expansions and shifting POVs.

So now I'm putting emphasis on those changes. I'm dropping canon in a milkshake and drinking it with a silly straw. Fuck it. Get contorted.

Most rewrites and AUs are already very different, including yours. And you know why? Because canon is GARBAGE and this fandom is here because Warrior Cats as an IP is a playset. We like it for what it could be and less for what it really is.

These rewrites are fanfictions. They can't be "substituted for canon material" the way that the faithful animation of a series (complete with voice acting like Little Dragon Studios) could.

At the same time though this is a bad direction for Working Partners to go in. It's this today and who the fuck knows tomorrow.

It should have been obvious that a bunch of volunteers taking 2 years to make an animation of a 20 year old book was nothing but a good thing and boosted interest in their IP, and wouldn't detract from any attempts at official animations. Fanwork isn't a zero sum game with canon as has been proven over and over and over. Taking down Into The Wild Animated was just as stupid and destructive as going after SSS Warrior Cats.

Archive your things. Download your blog. AGAIN; do not panic, just be prepared. We are probably going to be fine. Just take some caution.

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died-but-not-dead-propaganda · 10 months

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Kim Dokja Propaganda

he canonically dies seven times <3 he's tried and avoided dying even more than that. multiple characters in text have asked him to stop dying.

He literally plans his own death out and then gets surprised when it happens and people react to him dying he's so stupid I love him

he does it 12 times i'm not joking

i lost count but he's died and come back at least 4 times. mf won't stay dead (affectionate) but he's also so damn smug everytime like he didn't just give all his friends lasting trauma for the 3rd time that week

He is like, the perfect person for this tournament. He dies, and dies, and dies like every 5 seconds. And the majority of them are emotional. I think. Like, we know he's not actually dead but his friends don't (in most of them).

So here's some of my hightlights (Contains spoilers):

-His first death was by being incinerated by a dragon's breath (not really interesting, but it's his first death).

-There was an scenario(missions? kinda?) where they had to kill the strongest in the dome and nobody knew who it was so there were two really strong guys having a duel and while everyone else was busy watching it he killed himself behind a building and just waited for everyone to notice (he was the strongest in there).

+People called him ugly at his funeral

-Idk if it counts as a death but he sacrificed himself and got expelled from the system and I don't remember if his body was destroyed but I think yes. So this would normally mean you will die for real so everyone thought he was dead but he kept his soul alive by talking to himself and eating garbage and went to a doctor and leaded a coup d'etat and gave birth(? kinda?) all while pretending to be someone else.

-He was asleep while using a skill to watch his friends have a serious discussion about his kinks and dies.

this man. keeps. dying. everytime he dies it traumatises his kids and friends and then he does it again! eventually they just straight up locked him up in gay baby jail in an attempt to get him to stop dying. it didnt work. hes a disaster and i love him

That man CANNOT stop dying istg (via sacrificing his life) i don't even know how many times he's died,,, (it's the suicidal tendencies and the feeling he doesn't deserve a happy ending lbr)

(warning for spoilers in the next paragraph)

he has 1)died by throwing himself at a giant dragon 2)died by throwing himself in front of his blorbo/reason for living (who has threatened to kill him multiple times) at the hand of the woman who later on become his daughter (he came back from those 2 in a few minutes with a power that allowed him to resurrect if he saves 100 people) (he then lost this power and gained another that allowed him 7 resurrections but with a longer delay)

3)died by asking his internet bully/best friend to kill him to save the city 4)there was a prophecy he was going to be killed by the person he loves most. his mum killed him knowing about his resurrection power and hoping it would complete the prophecy. it did not. (fun fact he was passed out when that happened and his previously mentioned best friend was defending him, and she allowed the shot to hit his heart to avoid it hitting his crotch #priorities) 5)sacrificed himself by turning into the villain and making all his friends kill him to stop his blorbo from doing the same. fun fact he was the one to deliver the final blow and it did satisfy the prophecy. also for reasons his resurrection power didn't work here (he still found a way to come back though! but it was much more difficult and complicated

also, it's irrelevant to all this but he literally gets adopted by hades and persephone at some point and becomes the heir to the underworld

anyway this is very long and does not include all his deaths i don't think but you get the idea! orv is very good i promise don't get fooled by my shitty description lmao

This ridiculous man has an addiction to dying istg. He makes a point of obtaining every ability he can that allows him to return from death and chooses to throw himself in harms way constantly. His companions has to sedate him just to get him to take a break because he just will not stop dying on them. Hes a hamster of a man. Hes also just so pathetically average and abnormal at the same time and its great. Throughout the whole story, people try to convince him to stop sacrificing himself for them, but he just keeps doing it because he doesnt really know how else to show how much he cares because he is incredibly emotionally stunted (its the trauma!). Orv is legitimately such a good webnovel, it changed my brain chemistry permanently. Its a really great read because it contains a little bit of everything, so you get to enjoy a bunch of different genres. Its also pretty fast paced but not rushed, so the plot is always moving forward but not feeling forced. There arent really any plotholes either, because it accomplishes what it set out to do as a story. Only issue some people have getting into it is that the first chunk of chapters are kinda slow, but it really starts to pick up after the disasters and keeps getting better from there. Also that it has 551 chapters, but these chapters are all necessary, trust me. The ending is so good. Just try to avoid spoilers some if you do check it out; they dont necessarily ruin the experience but some major plot moments are revealed. Also, I really reccommend reading the actual webnovel instead of the manhwa(which is the webtoon) because the manhwa edits a lot of things out and is much plainer than the actual story. Anyway, sorry that this turned into me telling you to read the novel instead of campaigning for kdj. But! Its what he would have wanted, seeing as he once read a webnovel as the sole reader of it for over 10 years.

Okay so. This man has died over 10 times (I'm not counting the exact number I'm sorry). He got burned to death fighting a super dangerous dragon, he died IN FRONT OF HIS FOUND FAMILY. then he pushed another member of his found family away from a fatal attack and took it on himself, causing him to get a huge hole right through his stomach and said member of his found family to go beserk over his death cause he didn't know he'd come back to life. He then asked a different member of his found family to KILL HIM. because he needed to die for everyone else to survive or whatever so he convinced her to kill him even though she didn't want to. And then HE GOT KILLED BY HIS FOUND FAMILY AGAIN. because once again he had to 'die' for everyone to survive but specifically he had to be killed by his found family, so he got stabbed through the heart by one of his found family members and then crumbled to dust in said family member's arms. He 'died' and disappeared for 3+ YEARS , and came back just as his ff were finally moving on from him. (Also he came back in a giant squid form that couldn't communicate with the FF at all and almost got killed my the ff AGAIN...) there's... A lot. More but it's been a while since I've read the novel so I don't remember every single death unfortunately but yeah 👍

He died like 12 times and traumatized all his companions with that

Over the course of 100 chapters, this man managed to die and get revived FIVE GODDAMN TIMES. And he keeps doing it. Nobody's doing it like him fr fr

i’m still read orv but as far as i’ve heard that’s his whole thing other than being gay for the protagonist of his favourite web comic who is real now

hoooo boy. i think he dies around 8 times in total? and somehow each time is worse than the last..... the first 3-4 times he has a skill that lets him regenerate, so its mostly fine (there is some good angst about his companions worrying he died for real, though, and at least one funeral scene).

then theres a prophecy about how he will be killed by "the person he loves most" and, without spoiling it too much, hes killed by the person he loves most. sword through the heart and touching last words and everything. its fucking DEVASTATING. he survives with a bunch of cheat code bullshit and then next time they see him is weeks or months later in the fucking demon realm with a body thats falling apart.

then a while later he almost dies AGAIN but when they go to save him he gets kidnapped and sent to another world and they dont see him for FOUR YEARS. hes obviously presumed dead while hes off in another worldline trying to get back

uh. there might be more than that. this novel is VERY long. anyway it gets to a point where any problem thats too big gets solved by him sacrificing himself while his companions scream and cry and beg him not to. and then he shows up later like "see! i survived :)" and they get so upset because why does he keep DOING this??? and he doesnt see the issue because he did it to save them! its a happy ending as long as no one dies (but not me though. its fine if i die as long as no one else does)

anyway, all this to say. basically his defining trait is that he dies and comes back. hes infamous for it and his companions start to hate it about him. one of them literally tries to pay a HEAVY price to ensure that he cant die anymore. hes GOTTA be on this bracket

Self-sacrifice is the only way he knows how to express love because it's the only form of love he was shown as a child. He keeps dying for his companions even while knowing that he is traumatizing them and thinking that they will hate him for it eventually (just like he hated his mom) because he thinks he deserves to be hated. The entire novel is about saving him. My god.

This man has died (and revived) about thirteen different times (I think? Very easy to lose count), and that’s only including successful attempts, he tries to sacrifice himself many more times. His companions are literally begging him to stop killing himself to save the world. They come very close to just tying him up so he can’t go running off again.

In terms of his general character he is just a guy who hyperfixates on a bad webnovel for 13 years straight, I’m talking about 3000+ chapters that he was the sole reader of because no one else made it past ch100. Then when the webnovel gets its final update the events of the novel start happening in the real world, as the only person who has read to the end he has vital information to save the world. He pisses off the protagonist within a minute of meeting and then proceeds to have a high-key homoerotic relationship with him, with both of them becoming so intertwined that neither would exist without the other and creating a timeloop that sets the entire plot into motion (I can’t go into more details without spoilers). If you’d like more details then I highly recommend the YouTube video “badly explaining all of omniscient reader in 6 minutes” by ferd because it’s hilarious and leaves out just enough context that you don’t even feel like you’re getting spoiled because it’s so batshit

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #dokja kim

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