#who in some ways was clearly doing his job decently- is going to result in the kind of sea change people think

[mama-qwerty]

Alone Together

Okay, so I'm in a Knuckles-focused discord server and we toss ideas back and forth like ping-pong balls, sometimes resulting in me vomiting out a little scene from it.

So for this one, we got talking about an event where the Master Emerald pulls ALL the versions of Knux into one place, ala Spiderverse style. Dread, naturally, would be seen as that one weird cousin no one really likes but has to invite anyway, and it got me thinking about maybe how Boom would deal with him. Here's the result.

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The tall echidna stood in the room, looking around himself nervously. It was a large space, with strange architecture bordering the perimeter. He wasn’t exactly clear how he got here, but was certain it had something to do with the giant green gem hovering above their heads.

The Master Emerald.

He didn’t know how he knew what it was, but nonetheless, there the information was. There . . . a lot of information was, all of a sudden. It was as if his mind were a pool of water, with dozens of puzzle pieces floating haphazardly within it, and now those pieces had snapped into place properly.

For the first time in his life, Knuckles could think clearly.

It was . . . strange. Suddenly having new information in your head. Just . . . knowing things. Not as strange as being in a room with what appeared to be a lot of different versions of, well, yourself, but strange anyway.

He fidgeted with the wrappings around his hands—hands that had individually wrapped fingers instead of large mitts like all the other echidna in the room. They were like him, but . . . different. Each echidna had the same red fur, the same white crescent moon on his chest, and the same kinked tail. But they were all smaller than him, and some wore clothing. They were all technically “Knuckles”, but his mind conjured different names as his eyes floated over them.

OVA. Archie. Sinbad. StC. Sir Gawain. Classic. Prime. Modern. IDW. Renegade. Wachowski. Gnarly. Forces.

His brows furrowed. Those names didn’t make any sense, but he supposed they had to have some way of telling each other apart. They couldn’t exactly just call each other “Knuckles”, now could they? That would get confusing.

He thought about himself, and the word ‘Boom’ came to mind.

Huh. That’s . . . that’s weird.

Giving his head a shake, Boom watched as the smaller hims chatted and interacted. He’d been invited to join a few conversations, but had nothing to add when the other echidna spoke of their ‘guardian duties’. He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, so he had simply wandered off.

And now he felt alone in this crowd. This collection of other versions of himself.

Boom sighed, wondering when he could go home. Not that he was eager to lose this newfound clarity in his mind, but being here made him feel odd. Like he was supposed to be part of this group, but just . . . wasn’t, for some reason.

The tall echidna rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around himself again, taking in the carvings on the walls. He’d never seen any of this before, but it seemed strangely familiar to him. He turned to look at the wall behind him, and found another Knuckles sitting against it, his knees drawn up to his chin.

A name came to his mind.

Dread.

The echidna was dressed like a pirate, and snarled at any of the other Knuckles’ who happened to glance his way. He was doing a pretty decent job of keeping himself isolated, but didn’t really look all that happy about it.

Boom was nothing if not friendly. He approached the little pirate, a little smile on his lips.

“Hey there, little guy,” he said, crossing his arms as he looked down at the other him. “Feeling kinda left out?”

Dread scoffed, keeping his eyes averted. “As though ye cared. All the others feel some sort of weird bonding with each other. I don't. I be nothin' like them.”

Boom tilted his head slightly, glancing back at the group of echidna behind him. Gnarly and Renegade chatted, while Modern and Classic listened in, nodding. Yeah, he supposed they were very similar in a lot of ways, so of course they'd get along. They were all the same person, technically speaking. They were him, and he was them.

It was really, really weird when he thought about it too much.

The taller echidna turned back to Dread, shrugging. “I'm not like them, either.”

Dread rolled his eyes, but still wouldn’t face Boom. “That’s a load o’ barnacles. Ye're more like them than ye realize. Don't patronize me, ya scallywag.”

Boom shrugged again as he lowered himself to sit cross-legged before Dread. “Most of them have something called the Master Emerald. I don't have anything like that. And I don't talk like them. I don't look like them. I mean, I kinda do, but I'm pretty different. But that doesn't mean it's bad, I don’t think.”

“All they see when they see me is a smelly, rotten pirate,” Dread sneered, baring his fangs at the others. “I don't belong here. They know it, and I know it.”

“Well,” Boom said, his brow furrowing as he thought. “Maybe they don't think you belong here, because you don't think you belong here.”

Dread turned to face Boom fully, his muzzle pulled into a snarl. “Are ye tryin' t' get into me head?” he growled. “Don't turn this around on me. I know I've done wrong. I know I can't be trusted. They know it, too. Why do ye want me t’ think otherwise?”

Silence settled over them, and Boom twisted his mouth as he thought. Why did he? There were plenty of other Knuckles' to be friends with, ones who were much more inviting and accepting of his friendship. So why was he focused on Dread? What did he care if this version of himself was left out and lonely?

“Maybe,” the taller echidna said, speaking slowly as he chose his words carefully. "Maybe it's because you're different, like me. Maybe I don't feel like I belong with the others either, because they're so much more serious and smarter and know what they're meant to do with their life. Maybe I see you, and I see a Knuckles who maybe doesn't have that sure path. Someone who's just trying to figure it out, like me."

Dread seemed to contemplate what his larger counterpart said. The ever-present furrow in his brow smoothed, and he flicked his violet eyes up to meet Boom's identical ones.

“Ye feel it, too?” he asked, his voice softer than Boom had ever heard it. “That feeling. Like there be somethin' missin' in yer life. But ye can't put ye're finger on what. And it be like a gnat, buzzin' in ye're ear. Always there, but slightly outta phase.”

Boom tilted his head, thinking about how Dread had phrased it. Finally he nodded.

“Yeah. That's kinda what it's like. Like . . . I know I should be doing something important. Something that matters. But . . .” He shrugged. “I don't know what.”

Dread lowered his head, resting his chin on his knees.

“I've always wanted to be someone important,” he said, his gaze dropping to float across the floor in front of him. “Be seen. Be recognized as the fiercest pirate in all the seven seas. The idea of being unknown is almost painful to me. And I thought the Prism Shard would do that. Suppose it did. But . . .” He shook his head, his brow furrowing. “It did something to me. And I wasn't happy. I didn't feel like me. Or the me I was supposed to be.”

Boom nodded slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the other echidnas. The other Knuckles'. The other hims. But they weren't him. It was weird. He turned back to the pirate with a sigh.

“They seem to have it all figured out, don't they? Even Gnarly and Renegade. They don't have one of those Master Emerald things, but they feel the pull from it and just know who they're supposed to be. But me? I feel it, but I don't FEEL it. Like, I know it's there, and it helps me feel . . . I dunno, more in step with the world around me. But it just doesn't feel like . . . like it's me.”

Dread nodded, uttering his own sigh. “Aye, it be like a hand on the back of ye're neck, guiding. But it feels wrong somehow. Like it was never meant for me.” He flicked his eyes up to Boom. “Us.”

Boom leaned forward, his brow furrowed slightly. “Does . . . does that mean there's something wrong with us?”

Dread didn't answer right away. He looked over at the other Knuckles'. They were so much more accepting of this new connection. This new duty of guarding the Master Emerald, and helping to balance chaos energy. It was all so strange to him. He still didn't fully understand it, or wrap his head around it all. Life was so much easier when all he had to worry about was his next treasure hunt, and keeping himself alive.

“I dunno, lad,” he said finally. “They all seemed to have fallen into step without question or doubt. Maybe that be the way it should be. Or maybe having some healthy fear and doubt about something different than you've always known be wiser.”

Boom gave a little snort of laughter. “I've never been accused of being smart,” he said, shaking his head. “Always been kind of an airhead my whole life.” He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. “But . . . I feel like I can think better now. Like my mind isn't all jumbled and noisy like it was before.”

Dread nodded, a nearly identical expression on his face. “Aye, I know what ye mean. My mind also be . . . quieter. It always felt like I had so much noise in my head, like some sort of buzzing or itchy feeling. But now . . . it be gone.”

The two sat quietly for a while, thinking their thoughts and shooting little glances over at the rest of their new tribe. A tribe of one, split into many. It was strange--being in a crowd but seeing your own eyes staring back at you, hearing variations of your own voice. The personalities were different, but there was that similarity, deep down at their core.

“Thank ye,” Dread said, startling Boom from his thoughts. “For sittin' with me. They all mistrust me because of what I did on my world. And to be fair, I can't blame them. I was . . . pretty bad. I wasn't thinkin' straight.”

Boom smiled, giving him a shrug. “Hey, don't worry about it. When you have a noisy, itchy brain, you do things you probably wouldn't now. I'm usually ignored on my world, because, like I said, airhead.”

Dread smirked, his gold tooth glinting in the light. “I don't think ye're an airhead. Ye seem pretty wise, to me.”

Boom chuckled. “And you don't seem like some smelly ol' pirate to me. Just a guy who maybe needed a friend.”

The pirate chuckled back, and held his hand out. “Aye. We are well met, Boom.”

Boom reached out to complete the handshake. “Right back atcha, Dread.”

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#dread my beloved #boom my darling #boom knuckles #sonic boom #knuckles the dread #dread knuckles #sonic prime #sonic fanfiction #knuckles the echidna #knucklesverse #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

[exiledelle]

its vengeance au PAPYRUS time (LINKED POST HAS UTY MERCILESS SPOILERS)

i was originally planning on having more sprite edits n stuff for this but unfortunately i think too many of my thoughts would be too hard for me to sprite, at least not currently, but. since i dont want to be spending months on this:

like i mentioned in the original post, after clovers slaughter of a decent part of the underground, and progress toward breaking the barrier being shot back to square one as a result, the royal guard essentially goes into a panic, putting out a mass recruitment.

much to the relatively-newly-crowned empress, undynes, dismay, this includes papyrus. wouldnt be a good look for her to turn down such an enthusiastic volunteer, especially not when the guard is in desparation.

but shes still biased, and doesnt want to see him hurt, so she manages to position him as a royal watchman instead of a guard. instead of capturing a human, his job is just to keep watch, help anyone who needs help in the forest, and if he manages to spot a human, all he needs to do is report the sighting to the rest of the guard. pretty simple and fitting job for him, and hes still very enthusiastic about it!! plus he gets a neat ranger uniform, so win-win (the design stuck)

once frisk escapes the ruins though, and clover chases after, papyrus notices somethings not right before hes able to send his report. theres TWO whole humans, which would surely make undyne and the guard happy, maybe send him up a couple ranks too, but...

his job is also to HELP people. and clearly, frisk needs help. so in a conflict of interest, papyrus opts to help frisk find safety deeper into the woods, and only reports clover, to try and keep them at bay

realizing way too late the kind of threat they are, and that theyre too far gone for his usual approach of trying to talk them down like he does in undertale. he'll attack clover, but only when they have him and/or his friends cornered and its absolutely necessary. papyrus IS tough, so he can at least stall them, but he also knows his best chance is to find an opening to flee (he still has to protect frisk, after all), and that a prolonged encounter isnt really in his favor

unfortunately, being a watchman, as well as undyne being busy with empress duties, means he doesnt have as much time for his usual Spaghetti Training, so he falls back to rations of dinosaur egg oatmeal (calling them rations makes it sound cooler to him), which he gladly shares with anyone

...he gets a little overexcited though. its fine, this is normal for him, dont worry. also, the oatmeal survives this.

also in case youre wondering about sans: hes....actually pretty much the same, all things considered. hes happy papyrus got into the guard, tags along to his outposts, pulls his usual pranks, that kind of stuff. this isnt a sans au (and i dont really want it to be), so theres like. not a lot of emphasis on him, and theres not really going to be. he'll still like. timestop to drag papyrus and frisk out of danger given that hes there, cuz he does want to help protect them both, but hes not going to go all out on clover, at least not right away, and not without backup or a plan.

(also i say timestop and not teleport just because thats my own interpretation of the grillbys scene, and him having attacks start and end in seemingly random spots during his fight, i dont think its definitively canon or anything, but i still lean more toward timestop than simple teleportation)

WITH undyne busy though, papyrus is assigned a different captain to answer and report to.

someone... ...nyafarious... within the guard.

she will come later though. once i can make a sprite or two, and have more details ironed out. (should probably also start making a masterpost for this au at some point)

#undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers #undertale #undertale au #papyrus #vengeance au #ellesprites

[maya-matlin]

Random, but could Zaya have any parallels to Crash? Cheating aside, Maya and Ashley call Zig and Craig out on in their shit, Zig and Craig became besties with BOTH Maya and Ashley’s besties (Grace & Ellie), and Zaya and Crash both have a shared interest in music (ignoring NC’s retcon on Zig).

Some? It's difficult because Zig and Craig are wildly different characters. Even with the cheating, both times we see Zig cheat, he struggles a lot with feeling guilt and can't just go back to normal no matter how hard he tries. First, he checks out of his relationship with Tori almost completely after kissing Maya. Then, he basically tries way too hard to overcompensate for slipping up with Zoe by being the perfect boyfriend. With Craig, it didn't take him long to kind of start enjoying the idea of being a "player" and having his cake and eating it too. Craig had a whole side girlfriend that he was calling "the one" and making promises to openly date her. It actually takes Craig a frustratingly long time to realize he should probably apologize to Ashley. And that's AFTER she found out he was almost having a baby with Manny. Even though the writers did a decent job rebuilding Craig/Ashley, I feel like with Zaya there was.. less to make up for? Not to excuse Zig's actions or the pain it caused Maya. Zig just seemed to be a bit more in tune with other people's feelings and had more of a conscience.

But beyond the obvious cheating parallel which the writers and editors clearly wanted us to remember

There's the fact that overall, Zig and Craig never seemed as serious about any other girl as they were Maya and Ashley. Craig and Ashley always had the deep thinking, "we connect on a musical level" thing going for them. With Ashley, the relationship during season 3 always seemed to be too real to Craig. It's the relationship he needed and the one that would be the most fulfilling, but he wasn't necessarily ready for it. Craig had a lot of personal problems that he wasn't dealing with, especially when it came to expressing love. Manny was kind of an easy fallback and distraction. Manny grew into a very emotionally perceptive and complex person, but in the beginning she was someone who would basically accept the bare minimum from Craig and treat him like a god. Ashley constantly called Craig on his shit, as you said. Ashley had both relationship experience and basic respect for herself, so she was going to fight for what she needed out of the relationship rather than doing what was easy. But once Craig properly comes to terms with how badly he'd hurt Ashley and realized how much he'd taken her for granted, he did his best to be what she needed even as just a friend. It's very obvious during season 4 that Craig is all in during Crash 2.0. I’d say that as far as Craig’s character goes, this was easily his best era. Once their second relationship falls apart, Craig seems to give up and mostly go back to getting into easy, primarily shallow relationships. The exception to that might be his LA girlfriend, but we know so little about Yvette. All that's relevant is that he ends up cheating on her with Ellie like it's nothing, showing how far he's regressed in the years since his last breakup with Ashley.

Again, I don't believe Zig is ever anywhere as much of a mess as Craig is. He has his own issues. He's a deeply insecure person. Zig doesn't believe he's worth much, believing he's going nowhere in life and has nothing to offer Maya. That combined with the fact he's already lost his family, the people who were supposed to love and support him unconditionally, results in Zig losing faith in Maya and their relationship very quickly. Unlike Craig, Zig is mostly ready and willing to be in such a serious relationship with Maya. If anything, Zig is the one more attached and the one wanting to be even closer. But again, he doesn't love himself. So because Zig doesn't love himself, he also doesn't believe that Maya can love him and decide to stay loyal to him every day when obviously, there's so much better out there and he can't possibly compete (sarcasm). I don't know. The Crash/Zaya cheating situations are different, but the way Craig and Zig view their primary love interests are similar. After losing Maya, Zig also kind of defaults to something more physical that doesn't mean nearly as much to him emotionally. On paper, Esme's perfect because she has all this time for him and gives him as much sex as he wants, but he's just not emotionally connected with her in the same way he was with Maya. At the least, Zig showed more basic respect for his relationship with Esme than Craig ever did with Manny, but the bar is in hell. And unlike Craig, Zig actually shows signs that he won't continue to cheat when he pulls away from Maya of all people out of loyalty to Esme. After season 8, it's really hard to imagine Craig doing the same under any circumstances. But beyond all that, much like Craig with Ashley I think Zig was at his best and happiest with Maya. I feel like Maya helped center Zig and loved him in such a way that overall, she inspired something in him that no one else could bring out. It’s like Tiny said.

As for Crellie and Zig/Grace.. ew. It's exactly the same story line in all the wrong ways. Ellie and Grace of all people look ridiculous for falling so hard for Craig and Zig, knowing they broke their female best friend's heart. It's very apparent that these guys don't actually want to date them and prefer girls they aren't nearly as emotionally as invested in, Manny and Esme, over them because there doesn't seem to be much of an attraction. I don't mean to keep building up Zig just to tear Craig down, but he at least kindly rejected Grace unlike Craig who played with Ellie's head for YEARS. It was just a super awkward, unlikable era for both Ellie and Grace. I don't even like Grace with Jonah, but that was a billion times better than her cringy crush on Zig.

So mostly, I don't think Crash and Zaya have much in common despite the fact I just wrote a novel in response to this question. It's mostly one similar story line and the fact that Zaya were briefly musicians at the same time much like Crash.

#hydesjackiespuddinpop #Not my gifs #Long post

[malaismere]

m9 classpects, continuing from the vm ones over here, because boy do I have a problem

Fjord is the Knight of Heart

Beau is the Knight of Mind

Caleb is the Mage of Light

Veth is the Thief of Void

Jester is the Maid of Space

Molly is the Prince of Blood

Yasha is the Maid of Hope

Caduceus is the Sylph of Time

I was tempted for there to be Even More Knights because boy howdy are the M9 a Knightly sort of party. But I think this makes the most sense.

descriptions below the cut

Also starting with lunar sway:

Fjord, Beau, Caleb, and Veth are Derse to Jester, Yasha, and Caduceus' Prospit. I am torn between saying Molly is Prospit, Derse, or a a dual-dreamer.

The rough idea for order (as a chain, idk who'd actually go in first) is:

Caduceus -> Fjord -> Jester -> Beau -> Molly -> Caleb -> Nott -> Yasha

Fjord: Knight of Heart

This is a bit of a tangent, but do you ever thing about Charisma saves and what they imply about Charisma as a stat? Like, Charisma seems pretty self-explanatory, it's how pretty/charming/persuasive you are, but it's the same save you make to avoid getting banished. That's because really, Charisma is about a sense of self, knowing your own truth, and that's what makes you so charismatic/persuasive/etc.

Fjord's the Charisma caster of the party, which is interesting, because he's got a fucked up sense of self. It isn't that he lacks a sense of self, but more that he refuses to accept it - you don't hide something you're unaware of, you hide something you're ashamed of.

Heart is very much the Charisma Aspect, because while, superficially it's about relationships, it's way, way more about yourself, your identity, and your soul. That is, I think, the center of Fjord's journey as a character - who he is, and who he wants to be.

Class wise, there's a fun read with the Destroy classes (Prince/Bard) as he does more than a decent job destroying hearts (see: any number of verbal takedowns of an NPC) but while he's tactical, he doesn't really ghost mind the way you'd expect. So, I don't think he's Destroying using Heart, I think he's weaponizing it - that is, he's a Knight.

Knights are defined by their inesecurity and the resulting mask, in Fjord's case, his false accent. That mask is literally a false confidence, masking insecurity by pretending to be great at their aspect (despite the fact they already are). Fjord's entire confidence is with a fake self, even though his normal identity is great, peak Knight.

Also, on a more literal level...boy's a Paladin.

Beau: Knight of Mind

Beau is a Mind player. She's smart, sure, but moreso she's decisive. Mind is all about outcomes and consequences, and as such, has a strong tie to justice, which is also something Beau has in spades.

Beau also couldn't more clearly be a Knight. Knights fight with their aspect (the Cobalt Soul style being quite literally fighting with your mind) and are most notable for their masks. While powerful, their very insecure, specifically about their aspect, and hide that beneath false confidence or some other shield. Their challenge is to accept themself and their abilities, and understand that they can, in fact, do this.

While she never reads as indecisive, Beau, like the rest of the Mighty Nein, shies away from important things, the stuff that really means something. She doesn't truly trust in her decisions, her ability to shape the world. She definitely hides behind a cool persona to cover for this, and also her general fears relating to her family trauma.

However, as she comes into her own as an expositor, Beau becomes way more of a focus as a leader, a gatherer of information, and a tactician. Endgame, we see her more literally becoming a lawyer, again Mind associated, and has faith in her decisions and how she chooses to shape the world.

Caleb: Mage of Light

So, Caleb would also make a pretty good knight-

Archetypally, Caleb is bouncing between Magician/Prophet, which are the two that are closest to swapping and are more fluid. He reads active to me, selfish and taking control rather than being moved by his aspect, but these are the classes where that distinction is the smallest. I think any of these could work, but wow is my boy a Mage.

Mages are defined by experiencing their aspect, usually categorized as suffering it, and through that gaining a unique perspective. And what can you say Caleb's done but suffer.

Despite his interest in turning back time, Caleb's not much of a time player, and it's not really what he suffers. I can see an argument for doom, but he's not quite so fatalistic; instead, I think, it's his greatest downfall and his greatest strength: Light.

Light is often associated with Knowledge, which is great for a wizard, but more than anything else, it's Plot Relevance. Light is attention - the spotlight shining on you, which is where things started to go wrong for Caleb - Trent focusing on him. It's also literally light, ie, fire. So, you know.

Now, Caleb's an interesting case, because I say that during the Volstrucker training, he inverts to a Heir of Void. Heirs are prodigies, their aspect comes naturally to them, but they're also easily manipulated by it. Void is darkness, secerts, the hidden, and irrelevance. All very Volstrucker qualities!

As Heir of Void, Caleb's an excellent Volstrucker. But, he's easily manipulated by Ikithon's lies, to the point of murdering his parents. And, well, Caleb's not really the Heir of Void - inversions are unhealthy and unstable. He breaks, and becomes made of Void - insane, irrelevant, hidden away in the Asylum.

I'd argue that most of C2 is Caleb recovering from this inversion, slowly moving back towards the Light. He's very much hiding when we meet him, after all, terrified of being seen/found again. But, eventually, we see him return into the Light, really pushing himself into the limelight and leadership. He also uses that information he learned from his struggles to change the world around him - not, to be clear, the suffering of killing his parents, but the suffering from Ikithon's attention, as his goal is to keep others from going through what he had.

To top it all off, Mages are prophets, but unlike their opposite seers, they are less about the telling of prophecy (not ones to be listened to) and more about the act of miracles. And Caleb has the most iconic miracle of Light in the campaign - the return of the Luxon.

Veth: Thief of Void

Veth's main associations are with sneakiness/secrets, water/alcohol, and shiny useless things. There's a lot of Void/Light imagery going on with her, which ties into a lot of her issues with attention/hiding. There's also some stuff with her and doom (death, obligation, explosion) but thematically I think Void wins out.

Class wise, she has a lot of aspects that are very Knightly. She's got a literal mask (doll's) and a figurative mask ("little goblin girl") and a bunch of layers on top of that. But, I don't think she's truly a Knight (and not just because that would make for a VERY Knight-heavy session) but that it's more a matter of roleplay/inversion - with the inverse of Knight being the very appropriate Thief.

Thieves steal their aspect for their own benefit. Same as Knights, they're hiding insecurities behind their natural confidence in it. Veth is, naturally, a quiet, fade in to the background person, uneventful, unnoticed, and incredibly sneaky, natural fit for a thief of Void. She both steals using Void (stealth) and steals Void (useless, unimportant objects, also alcohol).

Now, speaking of alcohol, let's talk inversion.

I don't think it's right to say that Nott represents a full inversion - to be honest, the change is less in her personality and more her anxiety/comfort. But there are definitely some points where Veth inverts to Knight of Light.

The biggest, I'd argue, is the event that got her turned into a goblin to begin with - where she goes from quiet background to taking the stage and being a hero, weaponizing attention to keep her family safe. This, arguably, doesn't go as well as it could of, because, well, inversion never goes well.

In general, alcohol also tends to represent an inversion, and we can see this with Nott's alcohol-induced confidence. Drunk!Nott pushes the plot forward rather than being caught up in fear, and is much more of a fighter, as well as in general being louder and brighter. Again, this is unstable and unhealthy.

Veth puts inversion aside, but in her healthiest form, she's definitely a brighter and more open person, having better integrated Light into herself. Part of the challenge for thieves is sharing their aspect - and for Veth, a big hurdle is sharing her secrets with others, letting them in, both in revealing her true identity to the M9 and in being more open with Yeza. The honesty doesn't make her lose her abilities as a thief the way inverting did; instead, it's made her better, a more stable confidence.

Jester: Maid of Space

Jester's main motif is art - cluttered drawings and paint and creation. That's all Space, baby! Also, on a more superficial aesthetic, while it's not one of the class colors, Space is associated with green (like the Traveler!)

I do think there's a good argument for Heart or Blood as Jester's aspect - she's a romantic, and she's got a lot of stuff related to manipulating people, both magically and, just, everyone's in love with Jester. But I think a lot of Heart is, in fact, her roleplaying her mother versus herself - while she leaves home looking for her dad and hoping to get them back together, I don't think that's really her arc. Instead, I think it's more about how she relates to her own power and the Traveler, which is way more a Space thing.

Archetypally, Jester's hard to placae. She's got some vibes as Prophet of the Traveler, and also with the Fairy, and Magician.

There's a fun connection between Seer and Scrying. She's got the rebellion of a Witch, and the natural talent of an Heir. But I think, inevitably, I'm going with Maid.

Maids start out relying on others for their aspect. Jester has been given everything she's ever wanted from her Mother, all the tools and art for creation, just not Space itself. She's also, notabbly, pretty lonely. And then she gets her new 'patron' in the Traveler, who gives her the powers of Space, and also, like, literally Space and travel.

Maids arcs are about coming into their own power instead of relying on others, and, arguably, Jester's is about the fact she doesn't need the Traveler - he needs her. While she is still a Cleric, their endpoint is as friends, not god/worshipper, and they're on pretty even footing. Also, like, the general vibe that Clerics aren't warlocks, their power comes from themself.

However, I don't think this 100% fits, and I think there's a good argument for Witch of Space, as Jester's definitely got that rebel Witch kick, or Heir of Space, as it comes naturally to her, plus inheriting powers from the Traveler, and in general she's more of a Change than Create/Heal, although, like, she may not be Cad but she does still Heal. For Witch, there's also the fact that the inverse is Seer, but I don't think Seer is really an inversion for Jester so much as just a thing she also does / roleplay, and even then it's more Seer of Space than Time.

Molly: Prince of Blood

Mollymauk Tealeaf is all about living in the moment, floating change, being free and clear of everything binding yourself to the past and reality, inspiring others with your actions, really, the cornerstone of Breath.

Anyways here's my read on Molly as a Hero of Blood.

Okay, joking aside, I do think that Breath/Blood is the cornerstone of Molly as a character. There is some fun Hope/Rage stuff (and the Rage/clown/circus motifs) but I think that's more aesthetic than anything else. Breath and Blood is the conflict between the worldly and the divine, the grounded and the free.

Mollymauk Tealeaf is terrified that one day he's going to wake up and be Lucien. Because he doesn't want to have those connections, he doesn't want to be stuck in this body, he wants to change and grow and escape.

Princes are one of the two Noble Classes, and they destroy their Aspect / using their aspect, while ghosting the inverse. Molly's breath aligned, flighty and chaotic and fun and free, and uses that to destroy connections, as well as to literally destroy using blood. Also, like, I am your King, Long may I Reign is huge Prince energy.

Molly I don't think ever fully inverts, but I do think he dances around it; I think his advice is, for the most part, shit, because giving advice is a Sylph of Breath thing. He's better at actually taking action, not just telling people what they should do, y'know?

The challenge of a prince is to not destroy themselves along their journey. Molly accepts his bonds to the Mighty Nein, and the doing of it kills him. A failure, but far from a disastrous one, although there's definitely still something reckless that's very princely to the whole Bloodhunter class.

For the other persons Tealeaf, I think they're all the same classpect (which I don't think Molly would especially like knowing). Lucien is much more about Destroying Blood - his entire plan is abandoning the physical to ascend to the spiritual. Kingsley, I'm less sure of, mostly because we haven't seen enough, but I think that it still fits; he's got a lot of the similar arcs, and is definitely very Breath oriented.

Yasha: Maid of Hope

So, there's a very fun Light/Void read on Yasha - Void for her being quiet/in the background/constantly leaving, then Light for her true, divine self. (Light is also the Lesbians aspect, notably. Yes, I gave it to Caleb. No, this doesn't mean anything). I think there's a fun take here, but it's not quite where I want to go.

Instead, I'm looking at Hope/Rage.

Rage is a pretty obvious get for the barbarian, but it's less anger and more chaos, skepticism, defiance, vs Hope's optimism and inspiration. As an aasimar, Yasha feels like she's inherently a hero of Hope, but in this reading, she's spent all of her time since she was a child and first fell to the Rumblecusp arc inverted as a Hero of Rage.

While Angels are a hope symbol in general, I think especially it tracks for one of the Fairy/Create classes inverting to the Noble/Destroy classes. I can't imagine Yasha ever being a Sylph, so instead, we're looking at Maid of Hope, with it's inverse Bard of Rage.

Bard of Rage is a very barbarian classpect - it's what I gave Grog! - where Rage builds up and becomes used to destroy. When Yasha is fallen, she's very destructive, and her fallen aasimar abilities are very Rage. But, as this is an inversion, it's not stable.

So, who is Yasha, Maid of Hope?

Well, to start off, the Maid of Hope is epitome of life and inspiration - Obann has chosen her for her unkillable nature as a Zealot barbarian, and I'd argue this is the Maid of Hope at work.

Maids start out kind of as doormats; a Maid of Hope relies on other as to what to believe in. This tracks for Yasha, who's pretty gullible (see: like any Nott/Yasha interaction) and in general easily manipulated; this ties in to both the Skyspear and Obann pushing her towards that Bard of Rage inversion (although it still being important she's Hope at her core, for the Zealot barb powers for Obann and because she's the future leader for Skyspear).

Maids, however, rise to their power, they decide what to do, what to believe, and gain confidence in themselves, earning their power. Yasha in Rumblecusp arc really feels like this; she's decided what she wants to be, and ascends on wings of light.

Also something something Yasha's ideal life is being a housewife, not a warrior. Yeah, it's not that kind of Maid, but you know what I mean.

Caduceus: Sylph of Time

Class wise, Caduceus is the easiest of anyone - he's such a Sylph! Sylph are the most passive of the classes, the most healer, and, most importantly, the ones who give the most advice! Boy do Sylphs love to talk! They both heal their aspect and heal with it, and grow their aspect from seeds. Lots of plant imagery, which fits lives in the woods Clay.

Caduceus' main aesthetic is, far and away, death. He's the keeper of graves, after all. He's also got a lot of thoughts about fate and destiny. Now, these aspects are ones I used on Vax to associate with Doom, but for Cad, I think these are Time.

Time's the most active, and the most destructive, and personality wise doesn't track super well with the more patient Cad, but I think a lot of that is Sylph. He's not super space-y either, while he does have a plant association, he's not who I really class as creative, and I also really don't think he's impartial. The more you dig into Time, especially a calmer Time, the more it fits Cad - empathic, relentless problem solver, defensive, etc.

As Sylph of Time, Caduceus heals using his aspect - in this case, I'd argue, Destiny. His main work is with Fjord, fixing his path and destiny, and to a lesser extent, Caleb, pushing him away from his darker timelines, and, literally, the time manipulation plan. He also heals via death, which tracks with his decay/rot vibe, as well as healing Death itself, being the gardener tending a graveyard.

We don't tend to see much as to what Sylphs need to improve, because Sylphs are pretty stubborn and think they know best. Arguably, they need to accept that they don't, and that their meddling in other peoples lives isn't always helpful. Caduceus never learns this lesson, nor do I think he ever will, because everyone is too fucked up to even consider calling him on any of his bullshit. The only one who I think ever came close is Caleb, and hsi path was always to just sit there, nod, and ignore it.

(Before anyone asks me, Caduceus is helpful, but he also, definitely, doesn't always know what he's talking about. I love his one liners, but he has a narrow view of the world. Like, literally every single one of Taliesin's charaters has this same tick, a very strong and well developed and fundamentally flawed way of viewing the world; Cad's is just flawed in ways that are helpful to the M9).

#mighty nein #meta #cr meta #classpect #god tier #homestuck

[mediocremelatonin235]

Fic Dump: The Alchemy Incident

"The Alchemy teacher has a new victim and it's not even a student this time"

Part (1/?)

(A/N This is fic I wrote at 1AM when bored and midway Sam's gender changes so throughout the second half Sam is referenced by the use of She/her pronouns, also sorry about any errors since this is my first time wiritng fic)

Contains: Genderbend, swearing [?], potential OOC(Sam doesn't have much voice lines so I have to get creative)

Divus was getting his class set up for an alchemy lessons with the second years this afternoon. This day was going decently so far considering the second years are in his words “ the middle ground” when it comes to chaos, mainly due to general rule that every day in night raven is pure chaos.

The cards seem to be in his favor as of today due to the fact that once his instruction is over, he is able to go to the mystery shop to blow off some steam with Sam at the mystery shop in exchange for drinks as well as place for him to finish his prep work such as grading papers, curating lesson plans, ignoring Crowley etc. ( and truth be told he needed someone to talk to that wasn't a stuffed shirt or a meathead sometimes)

This lesson in particular was about the gender-flipping potion, the special potion that has the ability to flip anyone’s gender at will through the means of consumption. The lesson was going decently with the exception of Sliver dozing off and dropping the beakers (despite his many warnings that they are extremely expensive) and Floyd trying to anger Rosehearts into burning down the whole lab ( at the end they were separated).

Truth be told, the only groups that conducted the experiment correctly were Ruggie and Kalim as well as Azul and Jamil. After the class was complete he passed out instructions for the homework, observed the results of the students, reset the supplies for tomorrow, got the drinks he promised Sam and headed towards the Mystery shop.

The mystery shop was a unique place which is a one-stop general store around campus. This is the sort of place where you can get your groceries as well as a diamond necklace and precious gems and expensive potions. The ambiance also takes you straight to the Jazz scene of New Orleans and its a nice tune to Divus’s ears, but never mind that now. He was never here to buy anything, just to blow off some steam with a co-worker before the next batch of kids.

“Greetings, How’re you today? Welcome to the Mystery Stop” He announced, his voice echoing through the shop.

“Sorry, not today but I promised I would make it up to you?” showing Sam the drinks he brought with him in one arm while the other was holding his paperwork.

“Alright deal” he stated, clearly satisfied with the exchange.

They discuss at length about many things such as their boss, their students, what they considered to be hot button topics such as business and fashion, as well as sometimes things about their lives such as their workaholic natures that keep them running their jobs and lives. Not to mention gossip about anything and everything.

“Do I look like a womanizer” he groans to Sam, tired of the students and their shenanigans.

“Well judging by the way you dress you do give off that impression” Sam states, very amused by his plight, clearing and stocking shelves.

“Look, I really don't care what people say about me in public, but teenagers are so shameless about it where is their respect for their elders” he huffed, taking a swing of his drink.

“Look who's talking” Sam retorts, aware of his previous reputation for being the biggest troublemaker in NRC prior to being a teacher,

“Times were different” He quips, trying to defend himself in the argument.

“Whatever you say” Sam chuckles, taking a bit of the drink into his mouth.

The rest of the time went on with Divus occasionally helping out Sam in the shop and vice versa with prep work and lesson plans, then the bell rings and Divus proceeds with his next class, hoping this one won't blow up on his face.

#sam twisted wonderland #twst sam #sam twst #divus crewel #assam nrc #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #gaming #anime #twst #nrc staff #twisted wonderland sam #nrc #twst nrc #twst disney #twisted wonderland x you #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland fanfic #arc staff fanfic #dire crowley

[lesbiankoby]

For your Sakumo clone isekai oc: you going to have the OC be a doctor or some type of medical/ scientist professional who has random thoughts of either 'what Orochimaru is doing is not ethical or moral' and having a crisis on that and/or they think: ' 'This idiot scientist is not following the proper guidelines or procedures. What the hell?! You're never going to get good results this way!'

ohhh that’s an idea yeah. i’ve been rattling this around in DMs actually but i think this is probably a divergent version of the au then the one i’m actively playing with. orochimaru’s hell house is so violently antithetical to everything issekai oc feeeels deep down is the “correct” version of the world.

the version i’ve been actively playing with with max is “hatsu” (now) “[static]” previous who was at some point like. a fiercely independent retail worker with a history of just. walking the hell out of any situation where he didn’t feel “respected” for better or for worse (or both simultaneously lol… jobs and personal situations and his parents house and and and). hobbiest mechanic. had like… half an electrical engineering degree. something like that.

orochimaru never actually named him anything except “sakumo” while he was trying to figure out exactly how badly he fucked up actual resurrection. (BADLY). clearly, though, he did something to the subject— his development isn’t tracking along expected lines for a blank slate clone at all and he definitely put something in there. orochimaru never told hatsu much about his template in an attempt to not introduce bias to the study lol hatsu legitimately doesn’t actually know kakashi exists. he grew up in orochimaru’s freaky cult lab. like, he knows hes not hatake sakumo and that in practice he’s some kind of cheap clone that failed to live up to what he was supposed to be but. seriously nobody ever told him djdjdj

the person he was and the person he is are so violently opposed to one another that they can’t really coexist and hatsu doesn’t consider himself the same person. there’s something in him though. when everything properly clicked finally age “somewhere between seven and nine he never got an honest answer about how much time actually passes and lost track” something deeeeeep inside him informed him this is totally a cult and he needs to get the fuck out just leave just bail just run as fast as you fucking can. which clashed horribly with the part of him that twitches and even internally refers to orochimaru as orochimaru-sama who he should be grateful too, but the terror won and he got the hell out. left an extremely nervous note behind thanking orochimaru-sama for everything haha. orochimaru laughed daintily while putting out the bounty— what a weird boy, that one. what sort of thing did he put in there…?

and then he runs into…. haku and zabuza…

being zabuza’s tool is leagues better then being orochimaru’s tool— zabuza&haku help hatsu come up with his name, even! and he’s accommodating of hatsus obsessive desire to look at his own body as little as possible. in practice hatsu is… pretty much a doormat, honestly, he goes back to coping how he coped in sound whenever that voice inside of him screamed and shuts down his own internal feelings about what sort of jobs they take and so on pretty ruthlessly. still, deep down, hatsu doesn’t want to be a tool. haku likes his cute kouhai lol.

mm much like his progenitor hatsu is shaping up to be a kenjutsu specialist. while orochimaru’s a well rounded shinobi who hires other decent shinobi, he can and does learn quite a lot from zabuza.

#naruto tag #ocs……. hatsu and his many many problems #orochimaru scares the shit out of him lol #zabuza actually thinks hatsu is the result of normal bloodline theft and not cloning but honestly close enough #hatsuposting

[jrpneblog]

Stalemate in crunch Deepdale encounter

North End and Hull City shared the spoils in a crunch game at Deepdale drawing 0-0 in a game contrasting two different styles of play. Hull wanted to play out, literally, from their own six yard box while North End were a little more direct without being completely route one. The outcome was a goalless draw which on the face of it is probably a better point for the Tigers than it is for North End but there was not too much damage done on an afternoon of some surprise results in the Championship. The biggest talking point of the game was North End being denied an absolutely stonewall penalty in the second half when Keane had his shirt pulled which was witnessed by everybody in the ground except the referee and his assistant.

Ryan Lowe stayed with the same team that was on duty at Coventry last Friday evening with Brady and Holmes added to the subs bench. North End were first out of the blocks with a tame Whiteman effort easily saved by the Hull keeper. The game was of decent quality and Hull had a chance after twenty minutes which was well saved by Woodman. In fact defences were on top right throughout the game as both sides struggled to break the opposition down. Plenty of midfield play and defensive quality on show on a very bobbly pitch which wasn`t really conducive to quality football. North End probably had the last chance of the first half when a Storey header when wide of the post and the sides went in level at the break after after a good half given the circumstances.

No changes for North End at half time but both sides came out with purpose to carry on probing and pushing as they had done in the first half. With six minutes of the second half played North End had an absolutely huge penalty shout turned down as Will Keane was pulled back by a Hull defender as he looked like he was going to tap in a rebound from an Emil Riis shot. The crowd were incensed and I must say from where I was sat it looked one of the clearest penalties you will ever see. Hull came back into it and Woodman once again saved well diving to his left. Half chances came and went for Riis and McCann but with ten minutes to go North End`s best chance saw a curling Millar shot from the left fly inches past the far post and essentially that was that and the points were shared between these two evenly matched clubs.

Disappointment I suppose for the Deepdale faithful who are now starting to believe that North End should win every game and that is a healthy place to be in my opinion. Clearly we are a top ten Championship side the way we are playing and you have to say this is a long way from where we were at the start of the year. As for Saturday I thought Ali McCann was outstanding in the centre of the park for North End with Liam Lindsay doing a superb job, also, in the centre of the defence. As we move to Southampton on Wednesday evening, on paper, it is just about as tough as they come. However this game should hold no fears for North End and we should not be frightened of anyone in this division the way we have evolved over the last two months. Saturday was just a slight setback back and with eleven games left there is everything still to play for in this play off race.

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PRESTON 0-0 HULL CITY

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WOODMAN 7

STOREY7 LINDSAY 8 HUGHES 7

BROWNE 7 McCANN 8 WHITEMAN 6 MILLAR 7

FROKJAER 6

RIIS 7 KEANE 7

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SUBS

OSMAJIC 6

HOLMES 7

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MOTM: Ali McCann

Attendance 16,997

Preston Fans 14,581 (85.79%).

[hwanchaesong]

"Taken"

SugarDaddy!Hongjoong X F!Reader

Synopsis: Swipe right and now you're bounded to the devil himself.

genre and warnings: smut, kinks, petnames, slight degradation, angst if you squint, some fluff in the end, and overall dom,possessive!hongjoong

word count: 8.1k

a/n: this is based from these headcannon ATEEZ as your Sugar Daddy. this was requested and is 18+ so pls minors, dni. 

/ ATEEZ Sugar Daddy Oneshots Masterlist /

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You sighed for nth time today, fingers getting numb from the never-ending left swiping of the profiles that the dating app shows you.

Why are you on a dating app, you ask? No, it's not to find a date, what you need is someone who can pay for your academic fees in exchange of something that is akin to their sweet release.

In other words, sugar daddy.

Damn right. You tried everything before this, getting a job, asking money from other people, which all ultimately failed due to the unforeseen circumstances that led you to this last resort that your friend, Yunho, oh so graciously suggested.

You cursed as you saw an another creepy account of a perverted old man, all these entrepreneurs or successful geezers are too much for you take in. There is no way in hell you'll do their bargains that were written in their profiles.

'Dress like a teacher and teach me how to doggie.' goodness, so corny and disgusting it made you want to report that certain account.

"This sucks, why did I even considered getting a sugar daddy?" you complained to no one in particular, and when you were about to give up after what felt like a hundred years, you stumbled upon his profile.

Your eyes turned into saucers, reading everything and stalking his account. Woah, this is like a heaven's gift, a miracle that was given to you for being patient with this stupid dating app.

Kim Hongjoong, 23, Business man

- Just need someone who I can play around with, no strings and commitment attached. -

You then went ahead to look at his pictures, awe filling your heart at his hot and cool pictures. His face isn't clearly seen, but based from this, you can already tell that he's handsome and well built.

For the first time that day, you swiped to the right. Putting your phone on your chest because you feel so lucky, thanking the gods out there for giving you this opportunity. Now, you just have to wait if he'll accept you and you’ll definitely throw a party if he did.

One question floated on your mind before you slept that night, anxious about the result of your matchmaking, ‘Why did no one took interest in him as a sugar daddy?’

The sound of your phone vibrating woke you up, you grumbled while reaching out for your phone, annoyed from being pulled away from your slumber. That annoyance soon turned into panic, seeing the notification and messages on your phone.

‘Kim Hongjoong has accepted the matchmaking.’

‘Kim Hongjoong sent you 3 messages.’

“Fuck!” you cursed out loud as you read his messages, hurrying to get ready because why on earth is that guy even awake at 3 AM?

“Hello, Miss Y/N. I see that you have taken an interest in my deal, let’s meet up later at 10 AM in a cafe near the grocery store.”

You take a look at the time, seeing that it’s already 9:27 AM, shit shit shit. You only have less than an hour to get ready and go over to the meeting place. It doesn’t matter, you’ll just try your best to look decent, be respectful and make sure that you’ll land an arrangement with him.

When you arrived at the cafe (5 minutes before the call time, which you gave yourself a pat on the back), you immediately felt out of place. It looks so fancy, your pants and t-shirt, matched with your messily tied hair made you look like a person who entered the wrong avenue for a party.

You closed your eyes, calming yourself down, ‘Breathe in, breathe out, self. You can do this! It’s for your future!’ then you cracked an eye open, thinking that you don’t even know what he looks like, so how are you even gonna find him?

A tap behind your shoulder garnered your attention, turning around to face the person, you were met with a guy that has the most intense brown eyes you have ever seen. You can’t see his whole face, his mask hindering you from doing so, but one look and you immediately know that it’s the man from the dating app.

“Miss Y/N, goodmorning. It’s great that you’re on time, I appreciate that.” the tone of his voice made you shudder, it’s husky yet warm. Something that feels welcoming but also dangerous at the same time.

You then registered that you were standing there dumbly for a few seconds, you shook your head and bowed to the man, introducing yourself and apologizing for spacing out.

His chuckle made your head spin, “It’s alright, I bet you’re nervous. Why don’t we take a seat?” you nodded your head at his suggestion, following him into a booth. While walking behind him, you perceived that he has a small stature. It’s adorable, you think, not until he removed his mask.

Your breath was taken away so easily, and this has never happened before, mind you. The man is so handsome, striking features that would put celebrities into shame, with a sharp noseline, plump pink lips, high cheekbones, and a jawline that can surely cut you if you tried to run your fingers on it.

A smirk formed on his lips, noticing the way you oggled at him, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said, successfully making you blush as you once again realize that you’re daydreaming in his presence.

“I’m sorry I-” you cleared your throat, wanting to explain yourself but was cut off when two cups of iced americano was placed on your table, “Oh? But we still haven’t ordered anything?” you wondered to yourself, but the man in front of you definitely heard that.

“I am a regular in this cafe, they automatically serve my drink when I enter this place.” he said, taking a sip of his drink before you followed, enjoying the coldness of the bitter coffee when he straightforwardly spoke regarding your ‘business’ with him, making you choke in the process.

“What?” you looked at him, then you noticed that his gaze has changed. It became fierce, and even his voice is full of authority.

He smiled, albeit a satire one, “Princess, you should really pay more attention. We don’t want to have any disciplining to happen here, do we?”

Dear lord, his teasing is already making you shudder, and he already gave you a damn nickname.

You internally slapped yourself, gathering your focus towards the man, “I apologize. Alright, I’m all ears.” 

“I believe that we already know each other’s name. So let’s save the introductions, and also let’s leave the formalities since we’ll be much closer after,” his teasing smile never left his stunning face, eyeing you in a way that makes you squirm in your seat. “I want to establish the rules and regulations that you and I must follow all the time.”

He leaned back on his seat, his pectoral muscles bulging a bit from the tight suit he’s wearing, and you have to remind yourself again to concentrate. Do not get distracted by this man’s devilish charms.

You nodded your head lightly, “Yes, Mr. Hongjoong-” he clicked his tongue at the formality, prompting you to be casual with him, “Hongjoong, whatever you say, I’ll wholeheartedly agree to it.” your eyes full of determination, wanting to get the money for your education.

Hongjoong inhaled sharply at your statement. He likes you already, you know how to make him excited even with your innocent words. If you’ll accept everything that he says, then he’ll make the most out of it.

He leaned forward, putting his chin on his hands, staring at you for a few seconds with hidden ferocity before speaking, “Let’s get to it then.”

You let out a shaky breath as you look at the paper in your hand, the scribbles serving as an aid-memoire of what your relationship with Kim Hongjoong is.

Rule no.1: Meet-ups will only occur during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.

Rule No.2: Meeting place and time will be in KQ Hotel, 8th floor, Room 1117, 8:30 PM flat.

Rule no.3: No strings or commitments shall be attached in this relatioship.

Rule no.4: Failure to adhere to these rules would mean punishment.

The last rule surely was for you, no doubt, he made it so that he can punish you if you messed up. The way he looked at you was so obvious that he wanted to ruin you, but then again, you’re no ordinary sugar baby.

‘Jokes on him, he’s small what can he do?’ you thought, snickering to yourself when you recall his small hands reach out for a handshake, the one that signifies your contract with him.

Come Monday evening and the tables were turned around. Jokes on you now because even if he looks like a midget, his proportion, stamina and techniques are on a different level.

You were patiently waiting for him in the hotel, already on the front door of the room of your supposedly meeting place, 30 minutes early to avoid his so called 'punishment.'

He arrived at exactly 8:30 PM, wearing a black leather jacket and tight denim pants that did nothing to hide his exceptional physique, making you gulp and look away. His observant self didn’t fail to notice the way you turned your head, obviously flustered at his appearance.

"You're early, that's good. Plus points for you baby girl." he said, patting your head softly before opening the door of the room, letting you enter first.

Once you set foot inside, elegance greeted you, a mixture of black, white and gold decorated the whole space and it makes you feel like you're in a mansion. You didn't have the time to fully appreciate the interior as you already felt a looming presence behind you.

Hongjoong's arms enveloped your waist, his mouth close enough to make you feel his hot breath in your neck, "I really had a stressful time at work today. Won't you give daddy a time for relaxation, hm?" he seductively whispered in your ear, his hands now running on your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His hands ceased on your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his body dangerously close to yours, making your heart race a million miles. He eyed your lips for a moment before looking back up at your eyes, like he’s asking for permission, a simple nod from you made him lurch forward, connecting his lips into yours.

You closed your eyes as you felt him lick your lips, arms dangling on his neck and your mouth opened for him to explore every corner of it.You couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your throat when he cupped your breast, expertly teasing your clothed nipple. He smirked when he heard the sound that you produced, gently pushing you down towards the bed.

When you felt your back hit the soft mattress, you opened your eyes to look at the man above you who is currently taking off his leather jacket and shirt. You gawked at his beauty, the yellow-ish light from the lamp illuminating him, the glows and shadows made him look ethereal. Like a statue sculpted by the deities, waiting to be discovered by the mortals.

You weren’t wrong at the first thought of him being well-built. His toned chest and abs, and god, that tattoo on his biceps made you want to run your fingers through it, and as if he knows what you were thinking, he grabbed your hand, putting it on his body.

“Like what you see?” he seductively asked you, guiding your fingers on his arm muscles, down his body until you reached the noticeable bulge in his pants, an electifying jolt in your nerves comes along with it. “C’mon princess, I’m waiting.” his innuendo got you moving so fast, on a mission to make him feel good.

He chuckled lowly when he sees you struggling with his belt, putting a hand atop of yours to stop your movements. You watched as he removed his belt on his own, dropping it on the floor, then he nodded at you to finish the work.

You started to unbutton his pants, revealing his boxers and the outline of his manhood, making you anticipate just how big he is. You slowly removed his underwear, unveiling his cock, and now you wonder if you can even fit him in your mouth.

Cautiously holding his dick, pumping it slowly before giving the tip some kitten licks made him groan, “Don’t tease.” his commanding tone made you sit up straight, hollowing your cheeks and doing your best to take all of him, massaging his balls as well to add to his pleasure. But it seems likes he needs more, “Don’t move, relax and look at me in the eyes.” he instructed you, gripping your hair tightly before fucking your mouth. 

Tears sprung up from your eyes everytime his tip hits the back of your throat, your hands automatically clutched his thighs for support. You did your best to maintain eye contact with him despite the urge to close them, because you did promise that you’ll agree to everything that he’ll say.

Hongjoong feels himself cumming, your warm and wet mouth, and your teary-eyed look is so damn lewd that he can’t hold himself back. He wanted to cum inside you, but right now, your mouth is definitely a good option to dump his load in, so he did just that. He released inside your mouth, pulling away a bit early and spurted some in your face and neck, and holy shit, the visual is enough for him to get hard again.

You felt a hand under your chin, forcing your jaws close, “Swallow.” you never knew that a simple word like that would make you so needy and wet, gulping down his cum while rubbing your thighs together.

He tilted his head at your action, “Oh, were you neglected?” he asked you with a mock laced voice, “Since you did so well, let’s get you out of these clothes and I’ll give you a reward.” as soon as he said that, your shirt is already ripped off of you, “No! My shirt!” you protested only to be hushed as Hongjoong pushed you down to lay on the bed.

“Don’t worry about the damn shirt, I can buy you ten of that.” he said, pinning you on the bed and attacking your neck. You gasped when he sucked on a certain spot, his mouth went lower, tongue dragging along your skin before burying his face in your cleavage. He groaned at the softness, only to grunt in annoyance when your bra scraped his face.

He rapidly removed your bra, throwing it on the side before snarling at you, “Next time, don’t wear a bra when you’re meeting with me.” you didn’t even had the chance to reply as he immediately put an erect nipple inside his mouth, tongue swirling over the nub while his hand played with the other one, not wanting to neglect the other parts of your body. Your back arched at the feeling, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

When he raised his head, he looked straight into your hooded eyes, and you were met with a lustful gaze from him. His hands ghosted over the button of your pants, playing with it before deciding to cup your heat instead. “I can feel how wet you are.” he mumbled, amusement lacing his expression when your face turned red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy, tell me, baby girl. Where do you want me touch you?” he asked you in a teasing voice, removing your pants in an agonizingly slow pace. “Please touch me down there.” you said in a meek voice, in which he responded with a feathery touch in your inner thighs, “Here?” fingers circling over the smooth skin as he spread your legs further apart.

You shook your head, “Please, more. Touch me more, my pussy, please. Daddy, I-” hearing that term turned Hongjoong into a feral animal, a great need for him to devour you and make you a whining mess under him. “As you wish, my baby girl.”

Your underwear was removed in a speed of lightning, you couldn’t fully comprehend what is happening due to the primal lust that is clouding your brain. The only thing that you can register is Hongjoong’s warm tongue inside you and his fingers that are tracing the alphabets in your clit. He’s eating you out like a starved man, only having this sweet meal after a long time of food deprivation.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping on it for dear life as your thighs shook, your sweet release coming faster than you expected, and this fuelled the man to do more. After a loud cry of his name, you finally reached your high, exhausted but Hongjoong has another plans as he continued to eat you out.

“Please stop-” you whined, the overstimulation becoming too much for you to handle. You tried pulling away from him, but his hands anchored you in your place as he continued his licking and sucking on your abused clit. You were about to cry at this point, apologizing for even thinking of him not being capable enough when it comes to sex because he looks small.

You chanted his name like a mantra, your eyes rolling back as you came for the second time that night. His mouth and fingers are enough to drain you, god, now you just want to sleep as you closed your eyes. Dreamland not far away when you were harshly pulled back into reality, courtesy of Hongjoong placing his body in between your legs and coating himself in your wetness, causing a jolt of pleasure to flow in your body when his cock suddenly entered you.

“Nu uh, we’re not done yet. How can you even sleep when we still haven’t gotten into the main course.” he said in a dark voice, his hips rocking slowly into you, making you moan with how full you feel with him inside you. “Rise,shine and cum, princess.” he smirked devilishly, pounding into you with such force and speed that made the bed creak loudly.

The sound of skin slapping together and your loud whimpers echoed throughout the room. The euphoria that you’re feeling right now is out of this world, the pleasure is nothing like you have ever felt before. To the point that you have to dig your nails on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel more. You never knew that you needed this until you got it, and now you don’t want to let go.

“Hongjoong, I’m c-” your sentence was interrupted when he bit your neck roughly, making you cry out, “Wrong,” he panted, “that’s not what you should call me here.” every words were punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust. “Daddy!” you yelled, “I’m coming daddy, please, will you let me come?” you asked him, forlornly staring straight into his dark eyes.

How could he say no to your innocent, fucked out face? 

He positioned his body forward to connect his lips with yours, tongues clashing in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

“What if I forbid it, princess?” he breathed in your lips, his pace getting faster and thrusts becoming sloppy, desperate in chasing his own release. His hold on your hips getting tighter, for sure it’ll leave a mark, a reminder of your blissful night with him.

“I can’t take it anymore, please daddy.” your whiny voice begged for him to let you come once more. Gosh, your voice sounds so erotic that it’s enough to send him over the edge. “Let go.” his consent is all you need to release the tension that has been building up in your lower stomach, him following you afterwards.

You don’t know what happened after that, the pleasure and exhaustion taking over you as your sight turned black. All you can remember in your hazy stupor is a hand brushing over your hair, while a faint voice mumbled a “You did great, baby girl.” in your ear.

The next morning, you woke up with soreness all over your body, especially in your lower extremeties. You tried getting up, scanning the area, seems like you fell asleep in the hotel room. What caught your eye is the red envelope placed neatly beside you. The part of the bed where Hongjoong is supposed to be. Picking it up and opening it, you saw the thick stash of cash, reminding you that what happened last night is nothing but a contract that needs to be fulfilled.

You sighed, at least you have enough funds to pay your tuition fee. The money you received is more than what you need even, after paying for your bills, (which you had to drag yourself and act like everything is okay when in reality, every walk you take feels like someone’s pricking your inner thighs with needles) you still had an ample amount to spend for your groceries and other necessities.

‘Wow, he’s really rich and considerate for giving me this much money when we have already talked about my expenses back in the cafe.’ you thought. Still, you paid no mind to it, it doesn’t matter as long as you get the other side of the coin.

Everything is going well, you didn’t have to stress over your financial status and actually focus on your studies. Not to mention, you get this amazing sex three days a week, you wouldn’t complain over the life that you’re living now. It feels like a fairytale even, you being the damsel in distress and Hongjoong being the knight in shining armor. Except for the fact that he uses his sword differently.

“What is this is I am seeing?” your friend Yunho squeals behind you, scaring you when he suddenly pulled your turtleneck, revealing the splotches of dark bruises that Hongjoong cordially left during one of your meet-ups. That one particular rendezvouz where you were late for 2 fucking minutes because the people on the elevator didn’t even wait for you. So you basically had to run 8 flights of stairs. It’s safe to say that Hongjoong didn’t appreciate that.

“You’re late.” his booming voice resonated in your ears as soon as you entered the room. Looking over the direction of his voice, you saw him sitting cross-legged in the sofa near the window, his cute over-alls with yellow shirt inside reminded you of a minion, almost making you laugh if not for his fierce gaze and aura that screams rage.

You sighed, knowing you fucked up but really? He’ll be mad over 2 minutes of tardiness? C’mon, even your teacher would’ve let you off the hook with that one.

“I’m sorry, there were some inconveniences t-” he stood up from his seat, inching his way over to you that made you shrink back from where you stood. 

Maybe explaining yourself was a bad idea. 

Every step forward from him made you take a step backwards, and you knew you were doomed when your back finally hits the cold, hard concrete.

“Did I asked?” he said, pinning you on the wall. One hand is used to bunch your wrist above you, while the other one held your chin up, making sure that you won’t avoid eye contact with him. “No, right? So why on earth are you trying to validate your mistake when it’s clear that you violated a rule?”

You remained quiet, not wanting to upset him more but it caused a drawback instead. His humorless snigger’s a tell-tale sign that you are in for a rollercoaster of a night.

“Now you won’t respond when I asked you a question.” he raised an eyebrow, gnashing his teeth while looking away from you, giving you a full view of his magnificent side profile. He tilted his head a bit to look at you, catching sight of your starstruck face. He almost kissed you at that, for the past few months that you have been seeing each other, his feelings for you are getting stronger. Your effect on him really is on a next level, but he held himself back. His desire of punishing you for being a bad girl overcoming his fluffy feelings.

His hands that were on your chin moved down to the small of your back, pulling you flushed against him as his predatory eyes burned holes in your whole body.

“I could’ve fucked you already within that two minutes, you know?” he leaned in closer to your lips, his hot breath making your insides fog up, “Or is that your way of telling me that you wanted to be taught a lesson?” he doesn’t need your answer, sealing your lips on a searing kiss, hell bent on marking you up as his.

That night was filled with spice and everything nice, a mixture of pain and pleasure. You still remember the way the blindfold heightened your senses, making you hyperaware of every touch, no mattery how solid or feathery it is. His wet appendage moistening every part of your skin. And his fingers, his tiny hands isn’t really a problem like how he said to you before. It works like magic, every curl inside you makes you want to cry, hitting all the right spots that brings stars in your eyes.

Reminiscing about the events that took place in that passionate night made your face burn, instantly pushing your friend away from you, “Stop it. That’s nothing, mind your own business.” you defended yourself, fixing your clothes while Yunho eyed you knowingly.

“Aye, my bestie is getting bashful. It’s okay, we all had our fair share of experiences that we want to keep to ourselves.” he said, voice filled with mirth as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s just run our asses in that japanese restaurant, eat some real food instead of-” you slapped a hand on his mouth, already knowing what his next words are.

“I get it, I get it. Jeez, stop it with the ‘talk’ and let’s go.” you said, letting go of his mouth when he nodded, “But seriously, this guy is one of d-”

“Yunho!”

Meanwhile, Hongjoong is out with his friends in the gym. It’s been a while since he worked his muscles out. It’ll be a good chance for him to buff up, maybe even make you more enamored with him.

Just as he removed his sweat soaked shirt, he heard his friends wolf-whistle. He turned around, confusion painted on his face that made his friends cackle at his stupid expression (According to Wooyoung that almost made Hongjoong throw his water bottle at him.)

Seonghwa held him back from attacking the younger boy when Jongho stated the reason as to why they were all acting like that.

“Hyung, you haven’t seen your back didn’t you?” he raised an eyebrow at that, walking over towards the mirror to take a look on his back. Only then did he notice the scratch marks that you left the last time you had your heated session.

Hongjoong couldn’t help the smug look on his face, he didn’t even feel the pain while you did all of that. Presumably drowned in the pleasure of your tight heat and angelic moans that drive him insane to no end. These marks are like his trophy, and he’s proud of it. Remnants which are evidence that he made you feel like heaven and think like hell.

The air of confidence and satisfaction didn’t go unnoticed by his friends, making them smile at each other, because finally, their brother has finally found the girl.

After bidding goodbye at his friends, Hongjoong contemplated whether he should call you or not. Today’s Thursday, so that means that no meet-ups should occur, and he’s afraid that if he called you to hang-out without any hidden agenda, it might make you feel uncomfortable. He can’t risk the relationship you have.

His train of thoughts were broken when he saw you exit a restaurant, he smiled softly and was about to approach you when he saw a tall guy with a puppy like features link arms with you. He stopped in his tracks, jealousy and anger running throughout the nerves and veins in his body.

“What the fuck?”

That’s right, why are you with someone that is not him? Is he not enough for you? Are you seeing this guy? Is he your boyfriend? All these questions are swirling in his mind. Now he regret not adding the ‘No other partner rule.’ in the list.

It’s not like he feels threatened over this guy, he’s just taller and bigger, nothing more, nothing less. No, he won’t be intimidated over a college guy that can’t give you the money you need or the fucking that you want.

He shook his head, looks like it’s time for him to break the barriers. Fuck the rules. He always gets what he wants, and that includes you. 

Later that night, as you were about to chill on your bed after a long, tiring day. Particularly because you have to handle Yunho’s gossipy ass, you were shocked to say the least when Hongjoong messaged you out of nowhere.

You looked at the day, seeing the big bold Thursday flashing on your screen. Meaning, there shouldn’t be any meet-ups. So why is he making your phone buzz at 7 PM?

The answer you were looking for were answered through his message.

‘Come to this address at 8:30 PM sharp, #1024 St.xxxx. I won’t tolerate any minutes of delay. Don’t wear a bra, or anything that is difficult to remove. I’m waiting, kitten.’

What are you supposed to do when your sugar daddy makes you go somewhere in the middle of the night? Of course, you should follow him at all cost because your financial needs are dependent on him. So you really don’t have any choice but to comply to what he asked for.

Your heart is palpitating so hard right now, the taxi coming into a stop in front of a large gate where you can see an expensive villa standing proudly inside it. Anxiousness is an understatement of what you’re feeling, especially when the last sentences of Hongjoong keeps on ringing in your mind.

Stepping out of the car, you approached the gate, ready to knock when it opened by itself.

‘Woah, is this normal for rich people?’ you thought, feeling like a booger in this place. The walk to the front door felt like a chore, why do they even have this colossal yard when all they’ll put is grass, few plants and tress, and a large fountain in the middle? You’re now starting to despise a lifestyle like this, feeling bitter that some people live luxuriously like this when there are people like you who need to go to the extremes just to get by.

Finally at the front door, the thumping of your heart is louder than before. You raised your hand to ring the doorbell, only to bring it back down when your whole being was filled with hesitancy.

Just then, a click was heard and the door gets unlocked, revealing Hongjoong in all his glory. Your eyes widened, pupils shaking because you did not expect to see him like this. Who the hell opens the door in their house freshly out of the shower, wearing only a thin robe that does nothing to hide what’s inside.

Before your imagination runs wild, Hongjoong opened his door wider, signalling for you to come in. You bowed slightly before entering his place. You couldn’t help but to admire his home, you were astonished to how organized and splendid it was. The marble tiles are spotless, no sign of dust and cobwebs on the ceiling, and the living room set looks like a gigantic movie theater.

He let you take your time in adjusting to the new environment, standing from behind you, leaning on a wall while he watches your every movement like a hawk. The hairs on your neck standing when you felt his gaze boring holes in your skull.

You took a deep breath, gathering all the courage within you to confront him, as you turned around, you’re suddenly ready to yeet yourself out of his villa. His face is expressionless, yet his eyes are filled with fire and he is dead set on burning you alive.

Your confidence went down the drain and the only word that you can utter out is a quiet “What?”

That docile attitude made Hongjoong roll his eyes, you really had the audacity to act like you did nothing wrong when he clearly caught you in the act. He advanced towards you with a menacing smile in his face, like a killer who is prepared to make you scream before stabbing you, except maybe he won’t use a knife but an another thing instead.

You gulped when there’s only an inch between the two of you, close enough for you to hear his ragged breathing and breathe in his minty scent. You looked down, only for him to grip your jaw, hard enough to control your actions but also gentle as to not hurt you.

“Look at you, already so submissive for daddy and I barely did anything.” he said in a low tone, observing your reaction for any sign of discomfort and when he saw nothing but lust and need, he chuckled, “You like this? Being talked down to?” your whimper did nothing to make his libido boil down.

You opened your mouth, eyes staring directly into his, telling him the words that would make him snap, “Daddy, please take me.”

He’s not a difficult person to talk to, thus, your wish is his command and he did just that. He pulled you towards him, cupping your face and kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do it. You immediately opened your mouth for him, licking every nook and cranny, savoring each other’s taste as you clung into him.

You felt Hongjoong move, leniently dragging you with him. The journey to his bedroom was a bit of a hassle, walking and maintaning the kiss at the same time. Along the way, your shirt and his robe was shed and left outside the floors, waiting to be picked up by tomorrow

Once the both of you entered his room, he backed you up on a wall and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, his hands automatically going over your ass. He started grinding his clothed manhood against your pants, basically dry humping you as the kiss gets messier. Salivas exchanged and drool almost rolling down at the side of your lips, everything feels so filthy right now, heightening the growing desires in both of your hearts.

“You,” he said, detaching his lips from yours that made you whine, pulling him in for more that made him click his tongue, “Stop being such a brat and listen to me.” his condescending tone made you stop, doing your best to be the good girl that you are for him.

“That’s more like it.” he murmured, giving you a peck as a reward, “I saw you today with someone, who was that, huh? What makes you think that other men can touch you like that?” his annoyance has skyrocketed once again as he vividly recall the way that tall man who gets to be all touchy-feely with you.

You on the other hand is  confused, “Touch me? But, Hongjoong, you’re the only one that I let-” your words were replaced by a mewl when Hongjoong wrapped a hand around your throat, “Liar.” the disdain in his voice is hard to miss, but then, even in your hunger filled state, everything fell into its place.

‘Was Hongjoong jealous? Is that why he called me out at this hour, in his house, on a Thursday night?’  you didn’t have the time to dwell on your thoughts though, not when the man in front you decided to suck on your boobs like a newborn.

Your hands grasped his hair, the unbelievable feeling of his tongue in your body never fails to transfer you into the world of utopia. Sooner or later, the chilly feeling on your back was replaced by a soft one, realizing that Hongjoong had laid you down on the bed and is currently removing all your garments. Throwing it around haphazardly, not caring about where it’d go, the only thing in his mind is to remind you who you belong to.

When you’re fully naked, his wanton eyes roamed all over your body. Memorizing every curve before finalling diving into you. He latched his mouth into your neck, which caused you to push him away, “There are too much marks to hide, at this point anyone m-” he glared at you, grabbing your wrists before tying it up in the post using the handkerchief that was lying around the bed.

“I don’t care, let everyone see. Let them know who owns you. Let them know that you are mine.” he growled lowly in your ear before proceeding to leave more love bites on your body. Now, those words would normally make you hurl, but hearing them from Kim Hongjoong himself feels so right.  

Was it normal to think that those words are meant for you as long as it came straight out of his mouth? Maybe, what matters now is the tingly feeling of his fingers that are travelling further down. You giggled a bit, feeling ticklish when he runs his hand on your stomach and Hongjoong smiled at the sound, wanting nothing more than for him to be the reason for your smile.

The freezing air hits your lower area, making you close your legs in which the man on top of you didn’t like one bit.

He looked at you disapprovingly, “Spread them wide for me, baby girl.” his imposing tone made you slowly open your legs once again. He chuckled darkly when he saw how obedient you are, “Aw, my kitten is so compliant towards her master. How adorable. Looks like she deserves a reward for that.” he said in a teasing voice, clearly amused when he felt how wet you are, and he didn’t even do much.

His forefinger started toying with your clit, giving it some playful flicks which further increased your neediness, “Give me more, please.” he raised an eyebrow at your request, asking you what’s the magic word for him to finally touch you properly, “Daddy, please, I want more.”

At that, he immediately plunged two fingers inside you, making you throw your head back, moaning so loud that you’re sure his neighbors can hear you. Small hands they said, but his fingers are long enough to reach the deepest part of you that always makes you scream in pleasure. He suddenly wiggled and curled his digits, hitting the right spot, making you close your eyes and whimper. He continued his ministrations, and when you were about to cum, he sneakily pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes shot open, frustration building up inside as you watch him lick his fingers clean while maintaining a steady eye contact with you, sort of telling you that you can’t do anything but wait for him to give you your sweet release. You were about to protest when something wet and warm was placed in your pussy, a long ferocious lick made you twitch in his hold.

Hongjoong continued to abuse your swollen clit using his mouth this time, sucking and biting it until he decided to spell the whole alphabet on it. You are now pulling hard at your restraints, wanting to feel his soft hair in your fingers but to no avail. Your high is coming back up in an alarming rate, and like deja vu, just as when you were about to cum, he pulled away from you.

Your face turned into an annoyed one, getting denied of your orgasm for the second time that night really is taking a toll on your mental health. He smirked at your reaction, finding delight in your vexed expression.

You were about to complain to him when he put a gag in your mouth, specifically his underwear that he just removed. “You look so pretty like this,” he commented before turning you around on all fours, your hands clutching at the post for support. “aren’t you sorry that you made daddy mad by hanging out with other guys?” he said, and you responded with a hum, not being able to form coherent words in your current situation. “You are,” he faked a gasp, “if so, then you should make it up to me.”

After that statement of his, you felt his dick enter you from behind. The loud squelching and his untamed groan are enough to send you over the edge, you couldn’t control your spasms which made the man behind you chuckle, “We’re only getting started baby, you wanted to come, I’ll give it to you.” he declared smugly before moving inside you in a demonic pace.

His thrusts are hard, unforgiving, the only goal is to fill your head with his name that you won’t even think about other men next time. He wants your brain and body to be full of him, and only him. 

“I am the only man you need, understand? Meet up with other men one more time and let’s see what will happen to you, kitten.” he warned you as his hands slithered around to fondle your breast, occasionally pinching your erect nipples. In your mind-boggled state of getting fucked so good, the only thing that you can do is nod. You’ll address that to him later on, for the mean time, your focus is his cock that deliciously slides in and out of your wet cavern.

He angled his hips a bit, causing his tip to hit your g-spot in every thrust that he takes. You feel exceptional right now, so much that you already feel your second release building up in your lower abdomen.

You tried talking, asking for permission if you can cum but the gag turned your words into whimpers and mewls that didn’t escaped Hongjoong’s ears. He tugged on your hair, the sheer desperation in your face is a dead giveaway that you wanted to cum. He licked his lips before answering, “Go ahead, baby girl, show me how good I make you feel.”

His words are more than enough to make you release the bubble that was ready to burst anytime. He stilled inside you for a moment, surprised that he made you squirt with just his dick. Bending down a bit to remove your gag, he then taunted you in your panting, tired state.

“Look at what you did, you drenched my sheets princess.” you were about to apologize when he turned you around in your back, untying your wrists free and positioning them in his shoulders.

“That was so hot, hold on tight. Let’s do it again.” he then railed you in missionary, wanting to see your face when you squirt one more time. If you won’t, then he’ll just fuck you all night. Won’t let you sleep until he sees your fucked out, contented face.

The third orgasm is now washing over your sanity, the overstimulation is making your head spin but it also makes you hungry for more. The greediness in you taking over as you want to feel more pleasure and at the same time grant Hongjoong’s wish of you squirting one more time.

“Shit.” Hongjoong cursed when he felt his high coming near, his dick twitching inside you, his grip on your hips becoming more strained every second, “Princess, I’ll come inside you, will you let me?”

Does he even need to ask? Is he stupid or what? Of fucking course you’ll let him cum inside you. Heck, you’ll let him breed you if he wanted to.

“Yes! Yes please, cum inside me daddy. Fill me up, oh god-” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as his thrusts became more powerful and faster than before, “You feel so good, tight, and warm. You take me so well, princess.” he leaned his forehead into yours before kissing you with so much vigor, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

His hands on your hips were relocated in your hands, fingers intertwining, “Let’s come together.” and so you did, you came with a moan and he did with a grunt. Your walls were painted by him, ectasy permeating your whole being because of the warm feeling inside. 

He collapsed on top of you, he is kind of heavy but it’s oddly comforting. You only complained when he pulled out of you, already missing his warmth and the feeling of being empty felt foreign to you.

He laughed before standing up, grabbing a towel and cleaning you. Afterwards, he went down to get a bottle of water, handing it to you and forcing you to sit up and drink, “C’mon baby, you need to hydrate, especially when you squirted two times tonight.” his implication made you slap his arm, weakly glaring at him before reaching for the bottle, he finds your attitude somewhat endearing.

After some big gulps, you laid down on the bed, closing your eyes and getting ready to sleep when you heard Hongjoong’s nagging once again. “Get up, we need to change the sheets so that we can sleep well.” you groaned, “Will you please shut up? I want to sleep, if you don’t want to sleep with dirty sheets, then sleep in the living room.”

Hongjoong sighed, mumbling a “Whose house is this again?” before picking you up and gently dropping you in the sofa, him doing the work of changing the sheets. When he’s done, he went back to you and carried you back to bed, tucking you in and getting on his side of the bed, cuddling you in his arms which made you hum in satisfaction. He giggled lightly at your cuteness, kissing your forehead before muttering a “Goodnight darling, sleepwell.”

The sound of glasses and utensils clinking pulled you away from your dreamland, as you opened your eyes, you saw food right in front of you and an energetic Hongjoong who’s multitasking between arranging the plates and fixing his suit. When he saw you move in the bed, he gave you a breathtaking smile, he’s basically glowing in the morning while you probably look like a sleep-deprived duck.

“Goodmorning, sunshine! Here, let’s eat breakfast.” you stood up from the bed and stretched, looking at him questioningly about the food. He noticed your look and laughed awkwardly, “If you’re wondering about the food, I ordered it. I can’t cook even if it kills me.” you snorted at that, he looks so perfect but then again, everyone has their own flaws.

When you finished breakfast, he ushered you to the bathroom. Telling you to get ready for school, your clothes are already prepared in the closet and your school bag is patiently sitting down in the living room. He spoke so fast, like a rapper, that he didn’t give you any room for arguments.

Hongjoong is really acting suspicious right now, then it clicked, last night, he was so possessive and he even lowkey admitted that he got jealous over your friend. You can’t help the growing smile on your face, giddy over the fact that he harbors such feelings for you.

Upon descending the stairs, you saw him waiting for you by the front door. Grabbing your bag from the table, you approached him and told him that there’s no need to drive you to school, only for him to insist.

You sighed in defeat when he excitedly opens the passenger seat for you, shock covers your entire face when you saw the bouquet of white roses, a bag of chanel, and a cup of coffee inside the car. All of them had your name written on it. When did he even had the time to do all this?

“That’s all for you.” he casually stated when he saw you eyeing the expensive items, your eyes trained on him, silently asking him why. Why does he need to this, acting like you are someone special to him, when in reality, you are just his sugar baby. A person he comes to for pleasure in exchange for money.

“I knew you wouldn’t remember,” he looked down before gazing into your eyes, going back into memory lane, “we already met each other in a bar a year ago. You mentioned about your financial struggles. You shared your dreams with me, and I was really, really attracted to you at that time because of how real you are. That was what made me drawn to you.”

You blinked once, twice, thrice, then finally you remembered, “Oh my gosh! You were the guy that I had a one night stand with?!” you asked incredulously, not believing the fact that a guy that is supposed to be a one time thing became your go to person for three days in a week.

“It’s true,” he said, looking at you with a soft smile, “I was actually bummed when I woke up without you next to me. Didn’t even get your number. So I used that shitty dating app as a sugar daddy, knowing that you’ll end up there eventually.”

What? Does that mean that he rejected other girls in that app because he was waiting for you? In a million chance of you doing that and picking him, is this how fate works?

You gaped at him, mouth wide open and if your jaw could drop on the floor, it would have with the amount of disbelief and elation that you’re feeling right now. Your expression made Hongjoong kiss you in the cheek, opting to be forthright with you in this one, as he reached for your hand, he vocalized the question that would change your life forever.

“Now that it’s all said and done. Why don’t we alter some rules in our contract?”

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thranduil + the problem of immortality (ie why the hobbit movies got one thing right)

say what you like about the hobbit movies and thranduil's character particularly, but they really were at least trying to head in the right direction with thranduil, and they produced some really interesting stuff.

@the-ring-wasnt-even-pretty did a really good post on this the other day discussing how thranduil is pretty much the first elf we see on screen who has real flaws, ie arrogance, selfishness, isolationism. and they didn't just leave it there, with him as a sort of two dimensional beta villain, but they tried to (tried being the operative word) give him some sort of depth to explain why he's like this. the plot with his wife was hamfisted and unsubtle, in my opinion, but it is an interesting opportunity to explore what death really means when you're a being for whom death is not inevitable. what i really want to talk about, though, is the 'do not talk to me of dragon fire' scene.

there are lots of differing opinions on this, ie. are they actually current wounds that he hides with a glamour vs. are they a memory/manifestation of psychic damage. whatever your opinion (and i can see points for and against each side), this is maybe one of the most important moments for film!thranduil. why? because it tells us he acts out of fear.

he does not help the dwarves after smaug comes because he has been burned before — literally, if you'll forgive the pun. ideally we'd have been given more of a call back to the sacking of menegroth, since thranduil was born in doriath (?) and as such no doubt fears the avarice of dwarves, which in doriath led to the deaths of his kin and in erebor led to their own ruin. add to this his own experience with dragons, and you have a recipe for what on the surface looks a very selfish action — and indeed is a selfish action, but it is done for a reason.

one of the great things about the hobbit movies is lee pace. he does amazing things with a very limited script, and a large part of this is how he presents thranduil's fear. it is scarcely there — he's had several millennia to school his expressions — but it comes out at certain moments. see the orc telling them he serves the one, for example. thranduil decapitates him immediately, takes a second to respond to legolas, brushes it all off but is clearly shaken, and displays a little bit of sadism we never otherwise see from elves, in stamping on the still-twitching body. thranduil fought sauron, he became king when his father died in the battle against him. he is traumatised and that isn't going to come out in friendly ways — and the movies do, for the most part, do a decent job of showing it. (stay tuned for a gifset of thranduil's vulnerable moments ie lee pace's excellent acting)

why is all this interesting? well. elves, who can live for thousands upon thousands of years, are a really good vessel for exploring the impact of past traumas. middle earth is not a very peaceful place — in a couple of millennia, the horrors one elf could experience are innumerable. and yet i feel like this is neglected. so much media is concerned with issues of mortality, and here is the perfect opportunity for exploring the consequences of immortality — how do you face the next thousand years, having felt so much pain in the thousand years preceding them, knowing that it will likely only get worse? how do you prevent yourself seeing patterns in history, when you've lived for so long — how do you convince yourself that the dwarves of erebor are not the dwarves of nogrod? that smaug is not the serpent you faced before? that sauron will not rise again?

you can't, is the answer, and in the last case, you shouldn't. which is the genius of thranduil's fear. because in some places it is isolationist and selfish and in others it is perfectly wise, but all of it is a result of what's happened before. elves represent the very opposite of the problem of history repeating itself. thranduil is so paralytically afraid of such a repetition that he creates new problems. and that's what's most interesting about the elves, in my opinion. immortality would not solve humanity's short memory problem — it would make our memory too long.

#tolkien meta #thranduil #elves #the hobbit #lotr

[ganymedesclock]

A random collection of Sonic headcanons since I’ve been stimulating that part of my brain lately:

Sonic is the absolute last person anyone who’s spent time around him expects to be a foodie considering he eats like absolute garbage and gets away with it because his metabolism will kill him if he doesn’t eat like five meals a day so odds are decent any time he’s not up and about he is probably either napping or snacking. In defiance of this, he actually has a surprisingly worldly palate, since he’s been just about everywhere and has a high natural curiosity about food; he’s tried and enjoyed a lot of stuff, including weird stuff. This is a guy who just knows offhand what haggis tastes like. This also gets to him sometimes because he’ll occasionally get a hankering for like, the authentic street food of a specific city in a country two continents over and he can’t just drop everything and go GET some because there’s an OCEAN in the way

Shadow’s body naturally produces and maintains a pretty potent charge of energy which he uses for his chaos attacks. His inhibitor rings basically work as heat vents to bleed off the majority of that power so he can’t build enough of a charge to fry himself just by not letting off a chaos blast every five minutes. This process is normally silent and extremely subtle- under high duress however they may hiss and release steam because his energy levels fluctuate with his mood and because of his PTSD and other problems his adrenaline levels can spike (and thus, spike his energy) when he’s actually not in a combat situation and has nothing to use all that for. This is not a problem at all as long as he checks his inhibitors in for regular maintenance / keeps the emergency coolant reserves in them topped off, but it tends to scare the crap out of people the first time it happens.

Silver has asthma. Silver does not know what asthma is. Really his health overall is not great but on account of growing up in an apocalypse he has an actually really concerning pain tolerance and has internalized some really bad attitudes about trucking through it so after several people take him aside for an intervention and explain certain important concepts like the use of a rescue inhaler he’s genuinely astonished to realize how many incidental parts of his life are actually serious medical conditions.

Amy is a hobbyist magician and really good at sleight of hand. This messes with at least half of the superpowered people in her life because they KNOW she’s not doing that with literal magic but how did she do that. She’s also great at figuring out those puzzles where you remove two tangled threads without untying them at either end.

Big’s largely hermetic existence does actually get boring sometimes although he’s loath to go into Station Square further than the regular shop he buys fishing tackle from or the open-air farmer’s market where he sells fish, and he’s actually quite well-read as a result, though the majority of his reading is nonfiction. As a result there are a large number of topics where, if incidentally prompted, he’ll be able to explain the minutiae of it in intense detail. These interest areas include:

fishing as a sport

laws about hunting and fishing

the ancient echidna civilization

the entire plot of an obscure period soap opera in a language Big doesn’t speak and the original novel it was based on

engines

woodcarving

almost any animal that can be found in the mystic ruin rainforest basin and surrounding area (he started with frogs and didn’t really stop) 

amphibians in general

the history of umbrellas

badniks (sometime after Final Egg was abandoned, Big started wandering around its perimeter and scavenging both for interesting bits to expand/repair his house and out of genuine curiosity)

Jet’s actually a pretty darn competent thief when he keeps his ego out of the way, something that continuously surprises the main targets of his competitive streak.

Charmy’s actually a really deep sleeper which works since he often gets tired on long stakeouts. This will semi-regularly result in either Vector or Espio carrying a sleeping Charmy around. Espio will go for a fairly dignified piggyback carry while Vector will go with whatever position is the most efficient without compromising Charmy’s health. At least once he’s walked around the majority of Westopolis with Charmy dangling halfway out of a normal shopping bag completely dead to the world.

Omega adamantly maintains that his exclusive purpose is to be an efficient engine of destruction but he actually really enjoys looking his best. After a while Rouge picks up on this and they have several discussions about custom paint jobs. Omega thinks it would be interesting to try blue but vetoes the idea because he’s fairly sure it would go straight to Sonic’s head.

Rouge is a regular gym rat, not just because she uses muscles for her work but she just doesn’t feel right without a proper workout. Afterwards she tends to soak it off, so it takes a while for people to realize that her idea of a spa day involves 30lb weights, which she’s just fine with.

Tails is actually scared of a lot of things besides lightning; he sleeps with a nightlight and has bouts of social anxiety. He tries not to let this on because he thinks it’s childish and stupid and he’s clearly so smart he should be acting like an adult already right- needless to say, his friends are a lot more supportive when he talks to them about this. Knuckles uses the master emerald to charge a shard of ordinary crystal to give Tails a battery-less unfailing flashlight for his birthday one year.

The absence of light pollution on most of Angel Island and its usual cruising altitude affords it a great view of the night sky, especially from the slopes of red mountain. Stargazing is one of Knuckles’ main pastimes, and he also uses this to track the Island’s position as it moves.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #readmore #headcanons for standard gameverse

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo wilbur and phil - i’ve got a (paintball) gun

this is part 12 to the great adventures series

an: ranboo was possibly in the Uk at this point however I don’t know when this vlog was actually recorded so I’ve decided that he’s still in the us at this moment in time i also didn’t proof read

tubbo stood near you occasionally shooting you with a nerf gun whilst you were filming a cooking video making it rather hard to focus

“you alright there Tubb-ow that fucking hurt”

“let me be in the video”

you rolled your eyes before moving to the side so tubbo could be in frame, earlier on you both went to a butterfly house and since the pair of you would have to get a train tomorrow to go record a vlog with Tommy it made more sense for him to stay at yours for the night. it took a lot longer than expected to film the cooking video as tubbo absolutely destroyed the plan you had for the video after he found out what you were making

“Surely not. you have pizza in the fridge let’s cook that instead”

“tubbo no fans voted on what is make and they chose something from the great depression cookbook it’s not my fault…heh how do you know about the pizza I got it yesterday”

“I made myself feel at home”

eventually, the pair of you finished the recipe unsurprising food from the great depression didn’t taste great so you put it in the bin whilst tubbo put the pizza in the oven. the rest of the night was surprisingly chill compared to earlier on when filming (probably because after you both had eaten you were exhausted and had a long day ahead of you) the pair of you created a song together which would never see the light of day as it was a mess but nonetheless it was a memory you would never forget, you asked your parents to take some pictures of you both so you could add them to your scrapbook you ended the night by teaching tubbo how to create a scrapbook.

at 8 am your alarm went off at 8:30 you made it to the train station a few hours later you finally arrived at your destination

“what are we doing today tubs”

“I have no idea but tommys over there with Phil and will”

tubbo dragged you over to the three of them where you were met with Tommy holding a paintball gun whilst yelling that he has a gun and that it’s ‘gun time’ tubbo went to go get the pair of you a paintball gun with the others whilst you offered to help Tommy continue the introduction

“y/n you’re going to be with tubbo and Phil sorry you can’t be on the winners team with me and will”

“oh no how will I ever survive, you seem rather confident that you’re going to win so let’s make I deal if I win I get to pick the next vlog if you win you can pick the next vlog for my channel”

“have fun facing your fears in your next vlog y/n as I’m going to win”

“sure thing tom however I never lose so have fun at the trampoline park”

tubbo ran up to you as you finished your sentence and handed you the gun that’s when you split off into two teams and made your way to start the game

“you both ready”

“I'm going to be shot several times the answer is no”

“I’ll protect you y/n”

you laughed shaking your head as much as you adored tubbo there’s no way he’d be the one protecting you in paintball you stood picking up rocks putting them in your pocket not realising the game had started until tubbo hit you with a paintball

“OI DICKHEAD THE GAMES STARTED”

“WERE ON THE SAME TEAM HAVE YOU CONSIDERED SHOUTING THAT THE GAME STARTED”

you ran straight to the bunker leaving tubbo and Phil behind simply because you had already been shot and it hurt like hell, you managed to hit Tommy a few times and occasionally was able to hit will. it didn’t take long for tubbo to catch up to you

“oh hello tubso”

“hi y/n. OW WHY DID YOU SHOOT ME”

“giving you a taste of your own medicine”

“I'm telling Phil”

tubbo found one of the grenades on the floor throwing it towards the hiding spot Tommy and will were in dragging you through the now colourful smoke which resulted in Tommy shooting you both with paintballs several times as will encouraged him to shoot wildly into the smoke

“phillllll tubbo used me as a human shield my body hurts where are they I’m getting revenge”

“tubbo…maybe don’t use y/n as a shield “

you stood with tubbo as Phil shot a paintball towards Tommy you assumed he hit him as you heard Tommy shout in pain and tubbo laughing next to you, you noticed as you continued walking to hide, tubbo was picking up the grenades putting them in his pocket

“I have rocks in my pocket tubs if I ever run out of paintballs I’m just going to throw the rocks it’ll probably hurt less too”

“y/n don’t encourage tubbo to throw rocks at people”

“quick over there we can team up against Tommy”

and that’s exactly what you and Phil did god knows where tubbo went however it did allow you to secure a win.

not long later the second round began however this time it was just you and Phil

“where the fuck is tubbo”

“I can’t believe they took tubbo he’s the best of us and they knew it”

“they took my tubbo I’m getting revenge also rude I’m pretty damn good with a gun”

you both ran to the next hiding spot creating a plan to get your best friend back and hopefully win the game, you ended up hearing tubbo shouting in the distance, you and Phil agreed you'd run first probably getting their attention and Phil would follow about a minute later

“hang tight tubso I’m coming for you”

the plan worked you successfully made your way to where tubbo was guaranteed you got hit with paintballs a lot but you also managed to get some good hits back as did Phil. as soon as Phil made the grenade go off you quickly climbed up the steps and made your way to tubbo whilst hitting the others with paintballs whilst Phil made his way up after you

“I ran out of paintballs tubbo can I borrow your gun”

“we surrender we surrender”

“Phil…y/n you saved me”

“I am in pain”

it was now time for the third round

“I've played capture the wool in hypixel don’t worry guys I’ve got this”

“y/n you lost every game”

“tubbo didn’t you get captured for the entirety of the last game…hmm”

“will you two stop and just run to the tower”

tubbo ran straight to the tower but you decided to ‘accidentally shoot tubbo’

“Y/N”

“SORRY I WAS UM JUST TESTING IF MY PAINTBALL GUN WORKED YOU JUST HAPPENED TO BE IN THE WAY”

once in the tower you and tubbo aimlessly shot at the others while Phil left to go capture Tommy and wills flag

“so tubbo how’s your day”

“not too great bossman I got captured, shot, betrayed by my so-called best friend”

“betrayed…you’re so dramatic”

“I'm leaving”

“I’m not defending the flag then”

you laughed as tubbo left the tower standing next to Phil coming up with a new plan

“tell me you didn’t leave y/n to defend the flag”

“I CAN STILL HEAR YOU BOTH”

tubbo and Phil ran to attempt to capture their flag whilst you stood defending the flag, you put up a decent fight getting strong hits on Tommy however he was able to capture the flag before Phil or tubbo could capture their flag, you continued to hit Tommy several times as he ran back to his team’s tower, however, in the end, he was able to make it back scoring a win for his team

“don’t even think about blaming me you two”

it was now time for the final, you had one aim and one aim only…defend the briefcase

“oh these little shits”

you and tubbo looked at each other before nervously laughing you all had been shot enough and honestly you were all in pain you just wanted to win and get this over with.

“We have 10 minutes guys we’re fine”

“y/n I admire your optimism”

“I could be brutally honest and tell you both that we’re probably going to lose if we don’t come up with a plan”

and with that the three of you started creating a plan which wouldn’t be used as you were going to end up staying close to tubbo, you all started pretty strong you and tubbo stayed together the entire game giving the pair of you extra strength compared to the others as you worked together. you and tubbo left Phil to do his own thing mainly because you had forgotten the plan you created earlier.

“y/n here’s the new plan wherever I go you go and we have to defend each other”

“hey tubbo look I found a shield…you stay behind me and tell me where to go as I can cover us both”

you ended up losing that round but it doesn’t matter you had faith you would win the next round

“so all we have to do is defend the briefcase”

“y/n stay with me”

you and tubbo proved to be a great threat as tubbo would point to where either will or Tommy was and the pair of you would shoot at them whilst Phil would aim for the other person

“good shot Phil”

“thanks y/n”

you were all doing a pretty good job of defending the briefcase you would often whisper to tubbo that you were convinced they were about to surrender

“surely not”

“tubbo look at them they’re in pain they’re going to surrender I bet £10 and being the first to hug ranboo at the airport that they’ll surrender deal?”

“deal”

you all aimed at will scoring many hits practically encouraging them to surrender, Tommy eventually got wills gun and started aiming at you all mostly hitting you and Phil making tubbo laugh

“I hate you right now tubbo”

“sure thing bossman”

you noticed Tommy was in serious pain and started feeling bad for him however you pushed that feeling aside as you really wanted to win every bet you had made earlier so you continued to aim for your best friends

“YOU WIN”

you looked at Phil who was clearly proud of his team before looking at tubbo before tackling him into a hug

“we fucking won I told you they’d surrender you now owe me £10”

“I'll give it to you when we go to pick up ranboo”

after putting everything away you made your way to Tommy to check that he was okay

“you okay Tommy? you did great, that was a pretty smart tactic during capture the flag”

Tommy pulled you into a side hug as he thanked you before congratulating you on your win

“you and tubbo best make your way to the train station before you miss the train, call me when you're at tubbos”

“will do see you soon!!”

“see you after you’ve finished isolating”

“…heh”

tubbo walked over to you both laughing as he noticed everyone but you knew what was happening from tomorrow

“your parents dropped off a bag of clothes etc at mine so we can just get the train straight to my house we should probably sleep earlier as we have to get up ridiculously early tomorrow to pick ranboo up from the airport”

time flew by rather quickly as before you knew it you were sat on a bench with tubbo waiting to meet ranboo

“tubbo ranboo just sent me a text he's here”

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[luisjuanmilton]

Hello, Ana, I hope you're doing okay. I saw your latest posts and you got some pretty rude anons in your ask box. I'm just writing this to add my 2 cents to what's happening since Silverstone because, as much as I don't agree with a couple of things you say, I think people are completely missing the point about some of your statements and are sending unjustifiable hate towards you (as I recall, an anon was sending asks about you to another blog asking if they were on your side and that's just peak stupidity). So, I'm watching F1 since the 2001 season (yes, I'm above 40) and when Alonso became the WDC in 2005 it was the best season ever for me. Men are not my thing, so I've never felt particularly fond of any of them on a personal level, social media wasn't a thing, I'm also working on STEM, so the technical aspect of the sport always fascinated me. I'm saying all of this because when Alonso won he broke a streak of victories held by Michael from and from a sports perspective, that was awesome. Dominance in the sport is boring. I never had anything against Lewis, he's undoubtedly the GOAT and I actively supported him in 2014 (Vettel's dominance had to end) and even 2015. But since Nico retired and Lewis' dominance became unparalleled (because as much as he has the same 7 WDCs as Michael, Lewis is a much better driver, and Michael played dirty, so Lewis had way more to achieve), and I was wondering when someone would come to stop that (maybe Vettel again?) (+)

Guys this is the first part of a very long three part ask I received which continues in full after the read more, and I want to ask everyone to read it because it’s incredibly well put and well written and it’s so important. I really think it perfectly explains the situation at hand and that’s why I’m going as far as to use Max’s tag, but if you’re a Max fan who doesn’t want to read it this is your cue to not click on the read more - even if I would advise for you to read the whole thing.

(+) The thing is, with the events that happened off track I can no longer wish for such a fiercely fought championship, and the reason why is that I don't trust RedBull and Max's work ethics anymore.

A championship should be decided ON TRACK, not with lawsuits and discourses full of vitriolic racist-toned hatred. It's a fact: RedBull as a scuderia did an amazing job this year, that car is insanely fast, Max himself is absurdly talented, but at this point can we really separate things to the point of sweeping racism under the rug and focus on the championship as if nothing is happening?

I always listen to the mantra "you can't separate the artist from their work" so how can we do it? How can we look at RedBull objectively and still feel happy for their results at the cost of Lewis Hamilton's wellbeing?

I see lots of people messaging you saying you're equating cheering for Max with being racist and no, not everyone cheering for Max is racist, but AT THIS POINT, could you guys cheering for Max ignore how permissive he is?

He has so much power inside that team, he could make Horner and Marko stop their nonsense, he could've issued a statement condemning the racism thrown at the fan, he could, as a public person, take responsibility in his hands and stop that shit. But he's silent. His IG post? Adrenaline.

But now, 48hs later there's really an excuse for his silence? Guys, as much as he's angry, it's not like people are calling Lewis only a bad driver, they are offending his race, their posting monkey emojis to his social media.

In Max's shoes, would you see your rival going through that and remain silent as if your pain due to your crash and missing the race could somehow be equivalent to RACISM? I'm not demanding you all to stop liking Max per se or trying to say he's a bad driver, this is not the point AT ALL.

I was there during the Schumacher era and, believe me, Michael wasn't an angel on track. Formula One always sparkled heated debate, but I've never seen anything like this before. Lewis is silent since Sunday, a couple of drivers are either issuing personal statements or a standardized GPDA text, and Max is still silent.

And in my view, regardless of how I feel about him as a driver, as a human being, he's failing miserably. This championship shouldn't be more important than standing for Lewis against the racists coming for him.

So instead of complaining people are calling you racist for supporting Max, ask yourself for how long you can put his behavior off track behind in a serious matter like this. Instead of asking Ana or any other fan to be better in their statements, go to Max's page and demand him to say something.

You're all aiming at the wrong target. RedBull has black employees, could any of you imagine how they must feel as well? How do black fans feel?  As for the championship, I hope Lewis gains a huge advantage soon as Horner and Marko will clearly try everything to have him banned until Abu Dhabi.

Let's move our desire to have a competitive championship to 2022 when, hopefully, Ferrari will give Charles a decent car. Nothing, guys, nothing can be more important right now than a black man - black fans, black employees - wellbeing and mental health. We're crossing a line we shouldn't have and people need to be accountable for their actions.

#thanks for this anon really #it was very eye opening even for me #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #formula 1 #long post #tw racism

[tearsofellen]

One Way or Another (yandere!Dabi x f!Reader)

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x f!Reader, Hawks x f!Reader

Synopsis: Being a doctor at the hero hospital is stressful enough. However, what happens when your beloved friend Hawks begins to take a liking to you? And what if he isn’t the only one who has his eye on you? An evil Dabi starts to fall for you immensely after one dark night. Nothing can hold him back from his urge to have you.

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Warning: This story will eventually have mentions of stalking, violence, gore, language, and hard smut. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

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The sounds of birds tweeting filled your ears. Today your bed seemed just that more comfortable as the sunlight dripped though your curtains. The sound of the traffic in your city was at a minimum as you sighed into your pillow. Finally, a day off from work. This week had kicked your ass hard. Your job at the Hero hospital was a privilege and a burden. While you were one of a very small group who could treat and aid the top heroes, it was a very stressful job. The hours weren’t exactly nine to five and some nights you were heading home with your head low in complete exhaustion. However, you still loved your job. You had a great sense of pride knowing that you could give back to the heroes who protected you and everyone around you. 

But today is your day off.  You knew how to separate your job and your personal life.  You lay in bed thinking of what you planned to do with your free time.  Your kitchen could do with a cleaning, but the idea of sitting on the couch watching bad reality television sounded more appeasing to you. You smiled into your pillow, finally a day to relax and do absolutely nothing.

Then your phone buzzed.

You opened one eye to see your boss’ caller ID on your screen. You grabbed the phone from your nightstand and reluctantly answered. Before you could even say hello, the sound of your boss yelling over the phone broke the silence in your room.

"_______ get in here now we need you!"

 With your shoelaces undone and a piece of toast in your mouth, you dashed outside of your apartment with your work bag tossed on your back. Your boss informed you of a villain attack in the city centre which caused some heroes to be injured. Fire injuries were your specialty, so you were called immediately. Your legs were running to the train station, hoping not to miss the train to the hospital and having to wait another ten minutes for the next train.

While you were fixing your tie around your neck, your eyes caught sight of a small red object flying across in front of you. After a small moment of confusion, you heard the sound of wings flapping behind you and immediately knew who it was.

"Hey hey hey, didn’t know you were into running these days ______?"

You scoffed, swallowing the last bit of your toast as you dodged hitting into a random person in the street.

"Not now Hawks" You yelled up at him. "I’m running late."

Hawks. Number 2 Hero. You both met each other when he had only just graduated from this hero training. He survived a nasty attack from a villain, resulting in his feathers being pretty damaged. You were the one who took care of him and patched him up.  He was in the hospital for two days straight and most of that time was spent with you monitoring his health. His determination to become a top hero and his snarky charisma allow you two to immediately have a connection. After he was discharged, he still kept in contact with you and now he could consider you one of his closest friends. Till this day, he is forever grateful for you helping him, but these days teasing you seems more fun to him.

The man was now gliding alongside you, clearly mocking your lack of speed.

"Why am I not surprised?" He chuckled, eyeing you.

You sent him a stern glare. Unfortunately, you could not argue with him and run at the same time without losing your breath.

"You know, sweetheart, the train is about to leave in a minute, and unless you just gained a speed quirk, chances are you're not going to make it," he teased.

You held your tongue at his words. When you first told him you didn’t have a quirk, he thought you were joking and laughed in your face. Needless to say, you weren’t too happy about that. So whenever he sees the chance, he always enjoys pointing it out.

Hawks continued to fly beside you, now sighing and crossing his arms behind his head.

"Only if you knew someone who could get you to the hospital in time." He groaned.

He raised his eyebrow at you. You knew what he was trying to imply. Your stomach immediately started to do flips at the thought of it. You hated heights and Hawks knew this about you. But he also knows about how much your work matters to you.

You eyed your watch on your wrist, already you were ten minutes late. You glanced down to see Hawks’ red feathers tying your shoelaces. You finally stopped running and stood trying to catch your breath.  You ignored the rational thoughts in your head and returned back to glare at Hawks.

"I swear Hawks if you do anything funny." You sneered at him.

His face immediately lit up with glee and a smirk spread across his face.

"Trust me _____. It will be like floating on a cloud. " He reassured you by putting his hand on his heart.

"Just don’t throw up on me again." He hushed quickly. 

Before you even had time to swear at him, he whooshed behind you and lifted you up in his arms. You immediately let out a squeak in fear, earning a laugh from Hawks. Your hands gripped his neck and your body tensed up as you both started to rise to the sky. You both were now above the skyscrapers and the whole city seemed so small. It was truly breath taking and you wondered if Hawks ever just spent his days looking down at the city.  

You cast a quick glance down at the people who had turned into ants. Your stomach dropped and you turned your face into hawks’ chest for the rest of the journey to avoid throwing up.

"You can look up now doll."

You cranked your head to see if Hawks was telling the truth. You were relieved to see that his feet were touching the ground. He had landed on the hospital roof, a perfect spot.

"Nice landing" you jerked at him.

"You’re welcome Miss." He said, rolling his eyes.

You hopped out of his arms and stood attempting to fix yourself up before you entered the hospital. You could tell the wind messed up your hair quite a bit.

"You look fine ____."

Now you were the one to roll your eyes. Last time he said that you walked into your meeting with your lipstick smeared across your face.

"Shouldn’t you have been helping save your colleagues from that villain attack?"

"Had to make sure my _____ was safe first." Hawks was always skilled at avoiding questions he didn’t want to answer. You chalked it up to his media training.

You made your way to the door leading down to the hospital as soon as you felt you had put yourself together decently. Hawks' mouth dropped at your actions. He flew to block the door to prevent you from leaving.

"Nothing else you want to say?" He pestered at you. "No thank you, hawks or hawks; you are my hero; you are incredible?"

He really made a poor impression of you.

"Thank you, Hawks. Now shove it. " You snapped thinking of the time you are wasting with him up here. Your words, however, did not convince the young hero.

"How about takeaway and a movie at your place?" He questioned.

"Did you just invite yourself over to my place?" You sneered at him; your arms now crossed.

"Is it a deal?" He spoke. You were beginning to realise that there was no way hawks was going to let you though unless you said yes. You both haven’t done anything together in a while, you thought to yourself.

"Deal." You nodded.

Hawks’ feathers fluttered and he busted into a sing-song voice.

"Perfect! I’ll buy the food and you can pick the movie. Bye _____! " He yelled, tossing himself over the building as he flew away into the clouds.

Your mouth dropped at how he was able to make you agree to invite him over to your house within a minute. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you pushed the door open to enter the hospital.

As you entered your unit of the hospital, your boss was stood there waiting for you and your co-workers busily hurrying around.

"Look who finally decided to turn up."

You did your best not to glare at him.  You apologised profusely about being late to him and how it wouldn’t happen again.

"I heard she was seen with her boyfriend Hawks" A staff member piped up with a sneer.

You cringed at her words and her attempt to cause drama in front of your boss. Hawks is many things, but your boyfriend is definitely not one of them. 

"He is not my boyfriend. He was helping me to work. " You defended yourself. 

"I don’t want to hear anymore of the bird boy. Get working now _____. " Your boss yelled. 

You gave a low nod and immediately jumped into work, making your way over to your first patient.

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When you actually finished with the last patient, you had no idea what time it was. You gathered your belongings and exited the building, only to find the city engulfed in darkness. You sighed, your shoulders heavy from fatigue. The thought of a relaxing bath and a comfortable bed appealed to you. You checked your phone to find that the train station had closed long ago. Your eyes darted across the street for a taxi, but you had no luck. Walking it was, you thought.

You tried your best to stick to bright lit areas of the city. It was one of the disadvantages of being quirkless, you were practically defenceless. If a villain wanted to kill you, they would have no problem with doing it. That is why you prefer to work behind the scenes helping the heroes rather than being at the front of the violence.

Your walking stopped as you reached an alleyway. You debated or not if you should enter it. If you stuck to the bright areas, you wouldn’t reach your apartment for another fifteen minutes. However, if you went down this dark alleyway it would only take you five minutes. You stood listening for any noise to indicate if there was anyone down the dark path. After standing in silence, you made the decision to chance it. You took a breath and made your way down the narrow street.

All was well and you finally started to calm down as you walked. You thought of what leftovers you had in your fridge to eat when you heard the noise of glass breaking behind you. Your blood turned to ice as your body froze into place. When you looked to the source of the racket, a single drop of sweat ran down your brow.

A man with his head hanging low sat beside one of the big trash bins. You quickly realised the man wasn't all there when he didn't acknowledge you as you walked by. Your brain was screaming at you to keep walking. Your heart and morals, on the other hand, told you to check on the man's safety. You bit your lower lip, carefully weighing your options. Your morals came out on top.

"Sir?" you asked.

You were met with silence since the man did not respond. As you got closer, it became clear that the man was in pain. When you were within arm’s reach, you cautiously put your hand on the individual's neck to check for a pulse. Fortunately, it was at a consistent rate. You now knelt beside him. You tapped his shoulder lightly. Finally, the man let out a groan. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You gently pushed his head back, allowing you to see his face in the moonlight. You immediately noticed the faulty stitching and staples all around his face and body. The damaged deep purpled skin contrasted sharply with his pale skin. His eyelids hung low, but the brightness of the moon resulted in the stranger opening his eyes halfway. You were almost in shock at his bright blue eyes as they stared into yours.

"Am I dreaming?" He mumbled painfully.

You shook your head as you examined his body.

"What is the problem sir?" You questioned.

He sent a sly grin at you. Your concern was able to amuse the man. His finger weakly pointed at his opposite arm. One of the stitches on his arm had obviously ripped open and blood was steadily pouring out and onto the dirty ground.

You stared at the wound for a moment and considered if he needed to be taken to the hospital.

Almost as if he were reading your mind, he said, "No hospitals."

You chose not to question him and began to act on your feet. You removed your bag from your back and pulled out your first aid kit and some tools you used at work. You began to place a thread into your incision needle and prepared the medical stapler for use.

You could sense his apprehensiveness as he eyed your needle.

"Trust me sir, I’m a doctor." You explained to him.

"You'd better cut the sir crap; you're making me feel like an old man." He laughed lightly,

Feeling like you were getting somewhere with him, you continued the conversation. 

"Do you have a name?" You asked, hoping to distract him from the pain about to happen.

The man had a slight hesitation as his name fell from his mouth.

"Dabi."

You placed some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball as you continued to talk to him.

"You have a lovely name, Dabi."

"I bet you say that to all your patients."

You smiled at his words and you placed the cotton on his wound. He immediately tensed up and hissed in pain as the alcohol did its job.

"I can promise you I don’t, Dabi." His name fell off your lips with such ease.

After you felt the wound was disinfected, you grabbed the needle and began to stitch his skin together. Dabi was now sat up straight admiring your concentration with the needle. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared for him like this.

"Did you get caught up in that villain attack this morning? “You asked him.

Dabi's mouth turned into a smirk, "I guess you can say I was."

"I bet it was scary," you said.

Dabi raised his eyebrow at you. "Do I look like the sort of person who gets scared?"

You took your attention from his wound and looked at his unamused face. You giggled slightly at his expression.

"You can tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone. " You teased him.

He chuckled at your humour. You really did do a good job at distracting him from the pain.

"Those villains are pieces of shit, aren’t they?" He said, hoping for your opinion.

As you took the stapler in your hand, you moved on to the staples of the wound.

"Hmm, I don’t know if I would say that." You mentioned focusing on placing the stapler in the right position on his skin.

"What? You side with the League of Villains? " Dabi pried at you, staring at you with interest.

"Not exactly." You explained, "I believe a lot of the villains didn’t exactly have a choice of which side they wanted to be on. Also, working with Heroes, you begin to see that quirks determine what society thinks of you. If you don’t have a quirk, then you must be useless. If you have a dangerous quirk, then you are destined to be a villain. I find it all very frustrating if I am honest. "

Dabi listened intently to your rambling. It was nice to see someone agree with some of his opinions. You were obviously very intelligent. As you continued to work on his arm, he made note of your face and its beauty.

As you had just finished the last staple, you asked him, "Did you patch your skin up yourself?"

"Yeah, I did. I prefer to do it my own way because the majority of my skin is brunt to a crisp.” He explained.

"You have a fire quirk?"

He nodded as your eyes moved across his body to look at his skin. Your eyes finally meet his face. Without even thinking, you reached your hand out to cup in check and brushed your thumb along the staples in his face.

Dabi let out a small gasp. It had been a while since someone had touched him. You finally realised what you did and immediately yanked your hand away from him and stood up, hoping he wouldn’t see you blush in embarrassment.

"I’m really sorry Dabi" you said, putting your face in your hand, "I’ve just never seen anyone with a fire quirk like this."

He smiled at your embarrassment.

"Don’t worry. There is no need to be sorry. I didn’t mind it. " He reassured you.

You sighed and reached a hand out to help him up off the ground.

As he towered over your frame, you suddenly realised how tall he was in comparison to you. As soon as you realised your work was done, you let his hand out of yours.

"Well Dabi" you said, "I guess I better be heading home."

"Thank you" was all he said.

While your arms hugged you around your stomach, his deep blue gaze on you made you feel even more insecure.

"Are you going to be okay?" You asked him.

A small smile was on his face.

"Don’t worry about me."

You nodded to let him know you understood.

"Then I better go." You said, turning away from him.

Before Dabi could open his mouth to say anything to you, a black car drove into the alleyway with a large honk of its horn.  The tinted window rolled down the slightest bit and a voice called out Dabi’s name.

"That’s my ride," Dabi explained.

He didn't want to abandon you in the dark, but he also knew that you getting into the car would be impossible.

"Well take care Dabi", You said your last words and turned the corner away from him and the car.

You knew that it wouldn’t have been a good idea if you stayed any longer. You did your duty and left without anything else occurring. You had visions of the man’s blue eyes and face. You could tell from his body and face he was probably conventionally attractive before his burn scars. You ignored the flutters you had in your stomach as you took the stairs up to your apartment floor.

After entering the code to your apartment, you quickly tossed your bag to the floor and threw your jacket off. You sighed with relief to finally be home alone. Peace and quiet was the thing you needed after your long day.

"Finally home sweetheart?"

When you saw the man behind you holding a plate of takeaway sushi, you shrieked and nearly fell to the floor in shock.

"Hawks you little-!"

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Dabi threw up his hands in frustration as he approached the LOV's hideout. He completely forgot to ask for your name. After you had taken care of his injuries, the very least he could do was ask for your name.

He sighed and sat on the grimy couch. His thoughts returned to the events of your and his meeting. He was still bewildered that you chose to help a random stranger in the dark. Dabi knew that if it hadn't been for you, he would have bled out until he passed out and died. His fingertips traced the stitching on his arm that you had done. It was noticeably better done than his own work.

"What are you smiling about?" Toga spoke up, breaking Dabi of his thoughts.

His face immediately dropped, and he muttered a nothing. Toga shrugged off his reply and reached for the TV remote. The sound of the TV made Dabi’s head throb, so he stood up and headed out of the room to find somewhere more peaceful to rest for the night.

"What was the situation like in the hospital tonight Doctor?" the interviewer asked.

"Well, I would personally like to thank the heroes who were able to transport the citizens and other heroes who were harmed in the attack to the hospital so quickly."

The sound of your voice echoing throughout the room made Dabi freeze in place. He turned around to face the TV and ordered Toga to turn up the volume.

Dabi barely heard your voice as he continued to stare in a trance at your lovely face.

"We would like to thank you and your unit for all your help today. We are all grateful. " The interview told you.

You nodded and smiled at the camera as you wished everyone well.

Your name suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Doctor _____ ______"

Dabi's face lit up with a big grin, and he couldn't help but laugh. He figured it wouldn't be that difficult to find you after all.

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life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs! 

MIDDLE SCHOOL 

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)  

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four 

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident 

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess 

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED– 

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties 

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident 

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo 

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva 

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all 

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities 

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful 

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop 

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease 

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died 

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her 

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her 

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food 

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead 

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all 

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad) 

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again 

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill 

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family 

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell 

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse 

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her 

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang 

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway 

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process 

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech 

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“ 

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth 

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground 

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless) 

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds 

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled 

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled 

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes 

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly 

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy 

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc comeback #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #lionhe(art) #I know I havent exactly written stuff from meeting toshinori onwards #but thats for another day!! #I only ever wrote Sato's backstory pre meeting all might #yet all I drew as a teen was them as a couple lMAOOO #idk if anyone would wanna read that but honestly iM SURE THE STUDENTS WANT THAT SPICY RELATIONSHIP INFO JHSDJGHAJHJK #my 17-year old self would have been happy in my place ;;3;; !!!!! #i finally got to share his lore!! that was a lot so if you seriously read it all thank you so much aaaaaaaaaaaa #Osamu sato-sensei

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Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

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Is the blank transfer window part of a bigger plan

Not unexpectedly North End drew a blank in the transfer window with no incomings and a couple of the young lads out on loan. Mikey O'Neill has left for the Burnley Academy and I wish Mikey good luck with his move to the Clarets. FFP seems to be the phrase on everyone's lips as North End struggle to stay within the 3 year 39m total loss that the rules dictate. The football financial year runs from July to June so once the 1st of July arrives we are into another year with one of the Covid years dropping off. That is significant, of course, because, like all clubs, North End had no revenue and so the loss was greater in that year. Well what does all this mean to the fans? I guess the first thing is that with no cup run and no player sales the budget will be managed very tightly between now and the financial year end on June 30th. This would indicated that the departure of the manager is not imminent and unless the atmosphere turns really sour at Deepdale, which it could well do in these last nine home games, then Ryan Lowe will be the manager for the foreseeable future. That said if we don`t win against Ipswich or Middlesbrough and then Rovers turn us over I think things would turn very nasty, very quickly. I reckon North End need ten wins and a couple of draws from the final seventeen games to stand a chance of the play offs which works out at 1.88 points per game. Considering we have only taken twenty points from the last twenty two league games, at an average of 0.91, then I think it is safe to book any holiday you were thinking of taking which may have clashed with the Championship play off. In all honesty the season is effectively over on the pitch but is very much alive off it. Perhaps the Master plan is to keep the manager as long as possible and hope he wins a few to deflect criticism aimed at the boardroom. Then dispense with his services after the last game meaning we could appoint a new man in June and only be paying two managers for one month. Clearly the new man needs to be in asap after the end of this season to assess his group and identify his wants. Hopefully with a bigger budget from July 1st we may be able to breathe a huge sigh of relief and start building again. Even prices remaining as they are I suspect we would lose up to 2,000 season card holders because many, many people I talk to are absolutely at the end of the line with Lowe and his "brand" and North End must act in some way to stem that deterioration of loyal fans.

Back to matters on the field and a draw at Millwall was seen in some circles as a decent result. I agree that, generally, a draw away from home isn't a disaster in this League but Millwall's form is not what it has been in recent years and I thought it was a big opportunity for a result on the road thrown away. Unfortunately we went asleep in the first few minutes of the game and conceded a poor goal scored by Flemming. We did get going as the half wore on and when Pottsy equalised just after the half hour I though we would go on and win the game. Sadly we didn't push on and in fact we started to settle for the draw as the second half wore on. Now where have I seen us do that before? There were a couple of chances for both sides but it was a mediocre draw in my opinion against a side who were clearly lacking in confidence.

Saturday sees the visit of Ipswich Town who sit second in the Championship prior to the Friday night game involving Bristol City and Leeds. The Tractor Boys have been the real success story in the Championship this season and I think Kieran McKenna has done a brilliant job at Portman Road with a very hungry bunch of young players. Their away record stands up well as you would imagine having won seven and drawn two of their fourteen games on the road this season. Surprisingly, though, they have only scored sixteen goals away from home whilst shipping fourteen at the other end, so perhaps a low scoring draw might be the bet on Saturday for any punters. In the reverse fixture back in October we were beaten 2-4 in an encounter that highlighted the worst of our defensive system conceding some very poor goals indeed. Make no mistake this would have been a tough game if we had have been playing well but with the gloom, apathy, and dare I say it, toxicity surrounding the club it could be even tougher. North End can turn the big teams over at Deepdale as they proved against Leeds United but Saturday is a day to really get behind the boys, score the first goal and take it from there.

And finally this week: to be quite frank I was disgusted at the managers comment regarding Alan Browne after the game at Millwall. To say it wasnt all about Alan in reply to a question from the media was both disrespectful and down right ignorant. Alan Browne has give plenty to this club over many years and now sits thirteenth on the all time list of appearance makers. He currently stands at 400 and a new 3 year contract and the avoidance of any major injury would see him in with a chance of breaking Alan Kelly Seniors record of 513. I sincerely hope Browny is here a long time after Lowe has gone because in football, as in life itself, form is temporary but class is permanent. Well done Alan Browne on achieving this fantastic milestone.

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MATCH PREDICTION -

IPSWICH (H) League - Score Draw

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JR`s HIGH FIVES

HULL to beat MILLWALL 1/1

A £5 Stake returns £10.00 on bet365

SEASONS STATS

Returns £86.00 Stake £130.00

Percentage profit+/-loss - 38.47%

Predictions 26 won 8 lost 18