#I’M DEEPLY OBSSESSED

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

The firefighters wearing their black and yellow uniforms and the bees get confused and think they’re enemy bees and sweep them away,,, 😔💔

[anaalnathrakhs]

oh god ed reddit is having the “uwu anorexia isn’t rooted in fatphobia my mental illness is not abt you” talk again please god help me

fatphobia doesn’t mean “being a meanie to fat ppl” i’m begging you to use critical thinking skills for five seconds and apply what you know about literally any other form of oppression to this situation.

people’s point isn’t that you having anorexia makes them feel bad and therefore you’re a bad fatphobic person.

they’re pointing out how the deeply ingrained fatphobia our society upholds, from misconceptions about health to moralization of looks and weight, including yes being jerks to fat ppl’s faces bc they’re fat, is affecting what you think about your own looks, weight, health, body, clothes, eating habits, etc.

the logic isn’t “you became anorexic because you hate fat people so much you never wanted to be fat yourself (and that makes you a bad person)” it’s “fatphobia is a prism that transforms the root cause of your ed into disordered thoughts, behaviors, and patterns (and unlearning fatphobia will help you with recovery and harm-reduction)”

like. it’s not for no reason that anorexia is a disorder that disproportionatedly affects women. it’s not for no reason that there’s sky high comorbidity rates for eds and ocd. it’s not for no reason that people who need control in their lives so badly that they develop a mental disorder abt it get obssessed with being skinny and not with being a sumo. it’s not for no reason that ppl who feel the need to retract to childhood due to trauma envy things like being skinny light and frail, instead of being a tubby baby. it’s not for no reason that there is an incredibly common anorexic thought pattern (internal and self-directed, don’t make me say what i didn’t say) that associaties restriction and weight loss with moral goodness.

for each of these there IS a number of exceptions, but you can see case by case how the root cause (trauma, need for control, for self-destruction, growing up poor, whatever you think is “unrelated to fatphobia” basically) is processed through the prism of the fatphobic culture we’ve all been raised in. some people just, voluntarily or not, deal with those root causes in different way, which might or might not be healthy. but it’s a consequence of ambiant fatphobia that “i should starve and be skinny about it” is a statistically pretty common response to this distress.

the point isn’t “it’s fatphobic that you don’t deal with your neuroses in a body positive way uwu” the point is that no matter how cool you are with fat people on like, a personal level, you’ve been (like the rest of us) bombarded with fatphobic thought patterns your entire life basically, both directly fatphobic things and reactions to this fatphobia. maybe spoken to you directly, maybe not. maybe about you maybe about other people. you live in a society that places moral values into looks and health, and also pushes some deeply rooted falsehoods about how those things tie into each other. you have a disorder defined by obsessive behaviors. maybe, just maybe, deconstructing the logic that those obsessives behaviors are based upon will help you deal with this disorder. and recover or reduce harm.

basically, anorexia isn’t “getting skinny disorder” it’s “obsession disorder”, obsession with looking attractive, or pleasing your family, or going back to being a kid, or being healthy, or being fit, or being driven and capable, or being worth saving, or having your suffering known, or having control over something, or whatever. the fatphobia that is omnipresent (and i repeat, omnipresent, nobody is singling you out as a bad fatphobic meanie, or even talking about your behavior towards other people around you) in our society picks the direction in which many many people will express that disorder.

of course if you live in a society that tells you “being fat is morally bad” at every turn, when you start developping an obssessive pathological need to control things, without another factor weighting in, most people’s default reaction will be anorexia. food is a regular fixture of everybody’s life, everyone wants to be morally good, and even if we know/understand/believe to an extent the flaws of that “fat = bad” logic we know the world around us still believes it, and nobody wants to be treated like shit. we can think it’s stupid and fight against fatphobia and work to treat fat ppl better in our lives and support body positivity, but in any case, one always judges oneself on different metrics than they judge others, cuz we control our self-improvement. that’s natural. just it doesn’t mesh well with a pathologically obssessive need for control above self-preservation.

[lbhslefttiddie]

Thank you for answering my question. I love how SJ took the name of SQQ and gave SY back his name. I’m deeply curious about how they met in this AU. How do the Living Dolls get along in this AU? Does SQQ hate LBH in this AU?

(spoilers, also long sowwy)

everyone from the qing gen gets along quite well! they all come from a small and closely knit mountain community (which is why they share a generational courtesy name), and even if they dont remember it, i do believe that allows them to connect easier in the current situation than most debutant classes!

their shadows, however, are incredibly distant. this is working with the theory outlined in the manga that suggests shadows take one aspect of the human they mimic and amplify it, but their shadows were generally designed to take the parts of themselves which are...... lets say much less conducive to cooperation and making nice.(sqh is sort of exempt from that rule, more on that at 11) being rash, quick to anger, or snide and gossipy, or closed off and suspicious--their environment and conditioning takes their worst traits and makes them worse, sow resentment and distrust amongst the shadows. it also, at times, drives the humans apart (for example, lqg provokes sqq, and they fight, and as this is in the house, this of course means their Faces are with them, and seeing sqq's hostility reflected flawlessly on sy's face affects (temporarily) how cheng luan thinks of shen yuan) or makes working together difficult

as for lbh... i mean. sqq doesn't like lbh, but it is somewhat different from their canon dynamic, for a LOT of reasons. for one, sj came here with a goal in mind, and thus has other shit to care about. for another, this sj hasn't been quite so thoroughly traumatized yet, and he doesn't believe yet that he's lost everything, and so hes not quite as inclined to resent the potential and hopes of unsuspecting 12yos.

also zheng yang (bingmei) is in what has become at that point in time, shen yuan's group, and he is having a great time, btw. sy isnt good at cleaning but he is good at mentoring and adores this earnest kiddo. in fact, sy has doted on both binghes in different ways and both have independently of each other developed crushes on sy. sqq does not like lbh, but he is, at this point, greatly invested in sy's happiness. he knows that sy loves lbh. he knows lbh and his human both love sy, and both of them are remarkably skilled. it pretty quickly becomes apparent that tolerating lbh would be best for guaranteeing himself allies who can and will watch out for sy.

it is worth noting that for luo binghe, rather than bingmei vs bingge being a result of different upbringings, binghe the human is bingmei, and binghe the shadow is bingge, because bingge brings out already existing facets of bingmei's personality that bingmei in general feels no need or merit in expressing. for obvious reasons bingge doesnt have the same philanderous bent as pidw bingge, but he IS a flatterer, keen at manipulating and obssessed with his image (lol) and building connections and power, and bingmei goes through a good stretch in the beginning where he struggles with understanding his shadows because he does not like what he sees. bingge is a mirror of bingmei, and there is no one for whom it is harder to accept bingge than bingmei

[talenlee]

Mistral Motion

I think about the responsibility I have to an audience.

TISM Play Mistral For Me

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One of the fun things about getting older is seeing the ways that things you have had in your head for a long time have endured. You get to see the thread reaching back all those years and how many things you’ve got that you do that you can connect to odd or interesting sources. Fox and I routinely reference Strong Bad Emails at one another, sometimes with the right level of levity (“look who thinks he’s clever dan“). Quotes from the Bible, inflections from 1990s sitcoms, the occasional idiom from a They Might Be Giants song. Sometimes, I’ll stop mid-sentence and we’ll have a little chat about oh, huh, I guess that’s where that’s from, huh.

These are literally memes; they’re transmisable ideas, things that cling to the memory and can be easily exchanged, which in turn promotes their existence. They are used for a meaning below their exact meaning. If I say someone’s Clever Dan it’s bringing with it a framing that speaks of children’s cartoons.

It takes a great person to get an idea But don’t go public, it’ll ruin the plan ‘Cause no matter how intelligent or clever you are You’re only as good as your fans

There’s this band I like, TISM. You’ve probably heard me mention them. If you’re on the internet of the right age range, you’ve probably heard their song Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me, a song bemoaning, christ, yeah, one’s access to sex. The realisation that the parents that warned you against sex had more sex than you, like people with plate fulls of cookies warning you that you’ll get fat if you have too many, kinda thing. It’s a fun song, and it had a fun video.

I didn’t discover TISM until I was out of the cult, and really, in the early 00s, so I was already by most accounts an adult. But the impact of TISM on my mind and life was pretty deeply stamped. When I found them I found earlier albums, and they had just the right kind of depth of lyrics and breadth of reference – and a fun conspiracy theory about their identities – to reward me for digging into what they were saying and why. I like them, I like what they were trying to do, even if I dont like their methods.

There’s this song, Aussimandias, which I’m not linking here, but which seems to be a bunch of early 90s guys wondering about the extremely Australian attitude towards racism which is sports teams that don’t have any actual motivation for their hatred but know they want to fight one another. It’s a good first step into the conversation, to consider how ridiculous the need for violence is, and to make fun of it. Wish it didn’t have an N-bomb in the chorus, though, even though it is specifically a reference to another song with the N-bomb in the title.

Peter Garrett chanting “Oils! Oils!” Can you imagine it? I don’t think you can As a Mistral employee once told me You’re only as good as your fans

The stuff TISM talked about was very much Australian stuff. Consider in the song here, the one whose lyrics break up this article like images. It’s called Play Mistral For Me, which is a pun on Play Minstrel For Me, which is a mis-quote of a Shakespearean phrase — to ‘play Minstrel’ was to take on the role of the minstrel, to play a servant for entertainment. It was like saying you would make fun for an audience, or that you would take on the role of a performer. It’s also a reference to Play Misty For Me, which is a horror film about a Radio DJ being pursued by an obssessive fan. And the fact that these are both part of the conversation is a telling sign of the kind of people TISM were.

Mistral was Australian’s most widely recognised local brand of fans. You know, the big things with whirly bits that propel air around to cool a room. Turns out this is a country that had a big market for fans and wanted them everywhere, what with the heat. It’s a specific reference that I need to explain to you, because I know that even if you’re Australian, you’re probably young enough to not remember Mistral as a brand. Because I think of you as my fans, and I think of how what I share makes meaning to you.

There’s a confidence in TISM’s music, a willingness to present themselves as stupid while also presenting themselves as willing to think about challenging ideas in the language and demeanour of the unserious people. In this song, they sing about how musicians and their fandoms relate, and the strange painful coda of the refrain:

Each man kills the thing he loves The fisherman caught in his own net It’s frightening that you deserve The audience that you get

This is one of those ideas that lasts in my head. One of those sticky memes. One of those ideas that I can pull apart and look at in many ways. Am I beholden to how I want to be perceived? Am I tangled in the net, because I don’t want to – say – include a link to Aussiemandias, as if you might click on it and go ‘hey, Talen, this song from the 90s is pretty racist,’ when I’m already saying it’s pretty racist?

The idea that you deserve the audience you get, in its worse moments, makes me think about how my readership on this blog works. Time to time I see people on Reddit talk to me about what a relief it is to see someone with a blog, someone who has put their stuff on a website and not on some other ephemeral bit rottable place like a discord post or a screenshot of a tweet.

But there’s also a grimness to it.

You deserve the audience you get.

Who am I entitled to reach? If I deserve the tiny audience I have, the audiences of those people with millions, do they deserve them? I tell people success is random so I have to think that’s true. I have to centre this not on what other people and other audiences are doing, but my audience. What can I say about them? What does it say when you can look at your audience and imagine them being upset at things you want to say? Is your audience shitty people?

Is your audience the kind of people who would say ‘I don’t see anything wrong with Aussiemandias, after all, it’s just a song?’ ‘Cos, you kinda are responsible for that then. You should do something about that. You should take responsibility, since you did something to deserve that.

I had an organic growth on Youtube (sounds bad like that) a few years ago. I commented on one person’s videos, and a viewer of that came and looked at my stuff and looked at what I said and decided that they wanted to see more. And then in one of my videos, they saw that I said ‘Cis’ about something, and complained about using the made-up word. And I thought for a moment about getting into a fight with them in Youtube comments, and if that was fruitful. After all, this is a person who was doing what I wanted, I wanted comments and I wanted growth and I wanted more subscribers just because a number going up is what I was promised if I made sincere content I found interesting.

I told them they were wrong, and got rid of the comment, knowing this would probably stop them paying attention to my work and tell whatever algorithm gods that suggesting my work to other people was a bad idea.

Because that’s my audience. I need to cultivate it. I need to be mindful of who I am making comfortable and who I want to be uncomfortable. I can’t make my space safe for everyone, and I don’t think I should, nor do I even want to. But I know who I want to make uncomfortable.

I know what I don’t want in the fans that I get, and I know who’s responsible for that.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[josiecarioca]

You know what’s the most disgusting aspect of the idea that “if Harry was a girl and/or looked like Lily, Snape would be a pedo”? Is how deeply it misinterpret pedophilia to the point of almost...being apologetic of it.

Pedophilia is a VERY serious sexual disfunction. Is not a “preference” or a “sexual orientation”. Pedophiles are not “falling in love” with kids, they´re sexually disfunctional people who use children for sexual gratification (or at least want to), as objects for pleasure. They´re not people who are sexually atracted to kids in the same *complete* manner functional adults are atracted to other adults (as in, being attracted to someone as a complete individual, not as a set of parts or a generic part of an age group). Pedophiles’s a sexual desire for children is not a complete, mature attraction for an individual, it’s a sexual deviance for which *any* victim (not partner, victim) will do.

Snape doesn´t show ANY sign of pedophilia anywhere in text. So, by saying he would somehow magically *turn* into a pedophile the moment he met a child who resembles a woman his own age to whom he was atracted in his youth (and even if you read it as obssession it was still obssession towards  a person of his same age, not a fetishized age group in general). is almost like saying that any adult will be a pedophile when they find “the right” child, who will “awaken” the pedophilia they have hidding deep inside. It almost sounds like it’s romanticising it. Like pedophilia is a twisted version of the “love at first sight” trope.

Remember “Lolita”? The pedophile protagonist uses this EXACT excuse for his behaviour. Is not *him* that has a sexual disfunction (which he acts on),  it’s the little girls who remind him of his lost love. They are the one who *trigger* these feelings. And that´s supposed to be disgusting to the reader, and we´re not supposed to buy his excuses.

I mean, I know ya’ll hate Snape, but “this child looks like somebody I had the hots for, so now I’m suddenly a pedo, even though I never was before” is really a line of thinking you´re comfortable with!? Do you hate Snape so much you actually think this rationale is justifiable?

[lovestrucked-again]

Delirium VIII

Summary: After being kidnapped and claimed by the notorious mafia leader, he offers you a 7 day period where you’ll be given the option after of staying or leaving. Until then, you’re stuck, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Mafia leader X female reader   Word count: 3.7k

Genre & Warning: SMUT, BDSM - paper bonds LMAO, sex toys - vibrator, porn videos, oral sex (male receive), fingering, hair pulling, possessive, toxic and yandere like personality, humiliation, rough, orgasm denial, begging, orgasm control, praise, teasing, pee mentioned but no urophilia just Taeyong being obssessive over Y/N, being babied 24/7.

a/n: Okay so my holiday is finally here and ive finally had time to do this but ive put off my other collab accidentally instead... I am also finally getting to the climax of this story soon.

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Day 4 Continued

Your pulse is racing, the discomfort countering the wild sense of excitement. It’s not like you were completely stuck, you could free yourself with a sharp tug at your wrists but, you didn't want to.

You're a little irked that he’s left you like this for so long, but then again, it hardly surprises you considering the last teasing threat you made. Not like it was my fault though.

As soon as Taeyong left for the door, you had fallen back against the wall, desperately waiting for the release you were constantly climbing but could never reach. The chastity belt was only removed after he had returned from answering the door, the delivery food that had been ordered instantly trashed as he walked back to you blankly.

It should hardly surprise you how Taeyong thinks and works. It doesn't surprise you that his got you bound to his kitchen chair, naked and waiting. Doesn't surprise you that your ankles are once again tied by a thin nylon rope on the outside of the front chair legs. Doesn't surprise you that his managed to get you into a position with a vibrator deeply plunged into you, leaving the protrusion at the base nudging against your clit. However, what does manage to wonder you, is the fact that he walked out the front door almost 30 minutes ago and stated he wouldn't be back till lunch.

Had the device not been twisted an inconvenient one-eighty degrees inside you, you could just adjust it, switch it on and set it growling within and against you, rather than just staying fitted on the seat tight and inert. But that would mean ripping the crepe-paper bonds with which he had tied your wrists behind the chair-back. Your restraints he had improvised from the wrappings of your dress he bought the day before, carefully choosing it instead in case of any ‘unexpected circumstance'.

“Tear yourself free if you want,” he whispered in your ear having completed the delicate knotting, “but if you do I'll fuck you up properly and deprive you for the rest of the day."

So you were behaving yourself, staying in place, rocking back and forth as much as you can to create friction between the smooth surface of the sex toy to your clit. All while the images play out before you on screen.

He had picked a DVD from his modest but carefully put-together treasury of hardcore pornography. Placing the chair, you were straddled to, in front of his flat-screen, surrounding it with speakers for you to enjoy the maximised audio-visual experience of the sweating, groaning, foul-mouthed fuck-action.

“Pay special attention to the third scene,” he had warned you before leaving, “Because everything he does to her, I'm going to do to you.”

The sometimes limited appeal of porno visuals was hugely enhanced by your current situation. You can’t help but watch, enthralled, as a parade of pornstars drizzle themselves liberally with oily lubricant, massaging it lovingly into their curves, while the hired studs looked on in grinning anticipation, stroking their big erections. The same girls were then worked over vigorously by their hung-and-hoisted admirers, as you gazed, shifting vainly to increase the sense of traction inside your own filled pussy. Not for the first time that day you were writhing frustratedly yet again in an effort to bring yourself to climax.

Then the other sensation began to compete. There had been an excited knowingness in Taeyong’s eyes at odds with his calm demeanour as he had encouraged you to drink water. Now the liquid was draining south, filling you up and thwarting the desire which had been mounting, as you clench your groin muscles to stem the flow.

“Better not move,” he had warned you. While you could easily escape and relieve yourself both physically and pleasurably, you’re unwilling to countenance the prospect of his threat, not yet at any rate, so you endure your swollen bladder, resisting the urge to relieve yourself all over his living-room rug.

You sit and squirm and endure, watching as the DVD's third scene kicks in. Physical discomfort cannot squeeze out the thrill and the shame as the particular porn scenario unfolds before you. The slender girl with the hair sticking oily to her body to a slippery sheen. Submitting herself to the smug fuck who gets to nail her. Everything he does to her...

Your eyes widen and your throat holds in your breath. Oh my God. What is he doing, what is that... Then the urge to pee and the need to wrestle it overtakes your concentration and you curse at Taeyong all over again.

By the time you hear the key rattle in the lock, you had held yourself on the edge of bursting for over an hour. The DVD is still churning out its explicit content, incoherent fuck-noise pouring from the speakers, but you were long past paying it any mind. All your focus was on holding in the water.

You meet his gaze squarely as Taeyong walks through from the entryway, tilting your chin back defiantly whatever the torment from below, whatever thrilling fear you might feel regarding his next move. And you stay silent, just staring at him a challenge through your suffering and waiting to see where his whims would take you. The expression on his features is something between benevolence and amusement. Your pulse accelerates further as he approaches you; the arrogance in his bearing was tempering by something almost respectful, as he reaches out and strokes your damp hair. A ting of arousal builds only dimly through the pain from your distended bladder.

Taeyong contemplates his next move while he watches you. 'Irresistible' is the word that occurs to him, though that he keeps to himself. Your hair draping your slim shoulders rather stickily right now. A sheen of moisture glossing over your skin like on that hottest of summer weekends, a trickle of sweat making its path between your breasts' pert mounds, descending over the lightly-padded trim of your stomach towards the pink, vibrator-crammed revelation of your split thighs.

“You haven’t moved. I’m impressed.” His voice is soft and only mildly taunting as he tosses aside the bag he had been carrying and his firm hand touches your face gently. You gasp as his fingers trace a sweat-slick path down your neck, your body responding to him in spite of the need to relieve yourself. His hand cups the moistened curve of your left breast and he fondles you rhythmically till you groan. Slowly his fingers glide to a point over your sweat-moistened surface and pinch hard at your engorged nipple. The shudder is visible, you know. You feel like you can hardly hold yourself in any further. Then he’s behind you, kneading again, his other hand flat on your sternum and plunging gradually, till it firmly applies pressure to your lower stomach.

“Miss me?” he growls softly, as you wince and clench.

You laugh sarcastically, “I was distracted,” you tell him, your voice shallow. “Sensory overload. And no joke, but if you keep me here I'm going to piss all over your chair and that’s on you.”

Taeyong can’t help but chuckle “Whoops,” he says, raising his hand from your stomach. “My bad. Let me help you - you've been very well behaved. So far.” The final words are as ominous as they are soft-spoken. You try to hide your trembling as he drops to his knees and begins to untie your bound ankles, head between your thighs, breath flowing all over your splayed gash as he works.

As he leans in, completing the unfastening - you watch fascinated as his carefully groomed head of dark hair hovers around your crotch releasing the strong teeth around the base of the vibrator. Grasping your hips for leverage he draws the toy out leaving a residual of moisture and a stronger need to pee.

You manage to hold on and fight the urge to tear the wrist-bindings which you so easily could have done. Everything felt like a test, like Taeyong was testing your trust in him, your trust in this unexplained relationship.

Unsurprisingly, he stands up instantly and with an intimidating vibe, the vibrator in his hand is stowed into your mouth nearly choking you with your own flavour.

“Hold that while I get your wrists.” There’s a casual roughness to his tone that bites at your arousal while also pissing you off slightly, even as it drives you wild. And then, with a rip you’re free of all bonds, apart from the emotional one which is linked to Taeyong. He leans in behind you, hands encircling your slippery waist, his voice in your ear tender again. “Now, anywhere you'd like to go?”

Arousal seems to override your suffering as you feel your nipples resolve into hard points at his touch, at his breath on your face, yet you fight it. “Bathroom, please. Seriously. I can't hold it in.”

Taeyong was always in awe around you, yet again once more by the natural sensuality of you, the way your back arches and your breasts thrust out searchingly as he caresses around your skin. He strolls around the chair casually before, sliding his hands around your waist and under your thighs, scooping you easily into his arms. You link yourself around his neck for support and lay hazily in his grip as he carries your nude form from the living-room.

“You are a bad man,” you whisper breathily.

“You have no idea, baby.”

Your eyes lazily glimpse around the surroundings, noticing the direction you’re headed in is not where you wanted to go, “Why are you...”

Carried into his spacious bathroom, you realise with a jump of your heart how literally he was taking your request. You cling to his neck as he tips your back and lays you over the end of the bathtub. The porcelain surface feels cool on your flushed hot skin. You find yourself almost inverted, ass plumped against the curving wall, legs spread and hooked over the curved end of the bath, the intimacy of your swollen sex all on display for him.

“There you are,” Taeyong says lightly, as he disentangles himself from your grip. His hands roam meandering over the wet slopes of your breasts, upwards to your stomach and thighs. He was enjoying this intensely, enjoying your body and your predicaments. “You asked for the bathroom.”

Clearly, Taeyong could always outdo himself, always managing to shock you with some unexpected surprise. And for all the physical urgency to release, you feel your loins spontaneously tighten against it. Somehow, you felt weaker under his fingers, somewhat enjoying the overwhelming amount of wickedness that seemed to humble you into submission. Maybe perversely he wants you to give in early, prove you don't have the courage you acted upon with earlier in the day.

“Well?” His face hovers some way above the split between your legs. “What are you waiting for? I can let you do it alone, but I'll tie you up after and leave you alone for the longest time...”

“No need.” Your face feels hot and flushed, embarrassment fighting with excitement. Whatever.

You raise your head and shoulders from the tub and your right arm reaches around his neck, hand latching itself to the back of his head, fingers clutching into his hair. Your upper body stiffens as you cling to him for support, but the lower part of you releases and you give in. Taeyong hides the faintest shock as you don't talk back, watching your face as you grip him, sharing his gaze as you relieve yourself from the built up water, an unreadable look in his eyes.

You release your hold on him, as he reaches for the extendable shower head from above and tests the temperature against the sink. Laying back onto the bath surface, you allow the pale gush of water to roll across your belly, spilling around your breasts and channelling through the valley, splashing around your neck and precociously upturned chin. Taeyong places a soft kiss against your forehead as he brings the water around your skin.

“Did I do well?” you whisper, eyes closed as the lukewarm water runs over your thighs.

“You did,” he murmurs, trying not to let show the strange awe that he feels. “Very well.”

Your body feels weak and tired but you still feel weirdly pleased with yourself. The smile on Taeyong’s face is softer and it assures you. His fingers massage the back of your body, focusing on the parts where you would’ve felt the most tense from being in a tied position.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, hearing the shower head fall against the sides of the tub.

“Nothing.” He hums back, removing his shirt to the side of the tub as he leaves the bubbles to wash off your skin. Your face falls close to his chest as he leans against the edge of the bathtub.

And he lays you back down again, flipping the cap off the body soap once more and squirting the gel all around your lower stomach. You gasp a little as he begins to spread it all around your mound, slightly embarrassed as he cleans and rubs at it. “Just making sure you're properly clean.”

His voice is soft, his attentions careful and deliberate. He soaps with one hand, the circular movement slowing till his thumb rests on your clit. You gasp at the sensation, your whole body bridling under his touch. Peering up you can see him working you intently, his fingertips moving in minute circles on you, while the hard bulge of his cock strains in response against his pants.

He reaches with his other hand between the fork of your legs and you feel him strum back and forth for a moment over your sensitive lips. Your body follows in response and you shudder. Then suddenly, two of his fingers plunge inside you and commence to fuck briskly in and out and yet again you’re lost to all else.

The only thing you knew was Taeyong playing you and the erotic swell of his music throughout your being. Your eyes close and you give yourself up to it, moments from earlier flashing across your consciousness: the firmness of his hands as he tied you to the chair, his words in your ear - 'everything he does to her...' - the writhing, thrilling torment in which he had left you. Only now with your clit able to bloom freely under his touch, your pussy responding and lubricating to the traction of his diligently thrusting fingers. You recall the way he had denied you so cruelly in the morning and fear he would inflict that agony again, but his touch only intensifies and quickens, bringing you rapidly to your high.

“Fuck.” You manage to mutter, under your breath. Taeyong finds himself cherishing the sight of your lovely form squirming and humping under his attentions. Drawn to it. He clutches your loins all the way through your orgasm, your cunt tightening urgently on his pumping fingers, your juice flowing all over his palm.

His cock continues to squeeze against the zipper of his trousers as though trying to burst its way out but he attempts to ignore it. Somehow, you’d done it again. There was something about you that just managed to lull him into tenderness, that makes him prioritise your pleasure over his.  

You slump back onto the porcelain, spasming just a little further from his hands on you. He reaches across and draws you up with one hand to your upper back, the other still between your legs gently stroking the wet moisture of your cunt.

“How did that feel?” He could hear the edge to his own voice, desperately driving his soaring lust. “How did it make you feel? All of it?”

You stare at him as through a daze, temporarily rung out by your climactic explosion.

“Open.” Your eyes fix on him more firmly. “And exposed. It made me feel exposed.”

“And did you like that?” he asks with quiet relish.

“Yes I did.” You can feel a surge of anxiousness and excitement fluttering around your stomach as Taeyong slides his hand up around the roots of your hair. His hand bunches around the strands of your loose hair and he can see the disconcerted look return to your face.

“Well then, you're going to have much more of what you like.” He rises from the bath's edge and with his cum-smeared hand plucks at the front of his jeans, unfastening in a few swift moves. Both trousers and briefs fall down, allowing his erection to spring stridently into view. “Now get your mouth around me.”

You can feel the prompt of his clutching hand against your scalp, but after the sweetness of your orgasm you don't need to be asked again to give what he wants. Pushing all reservations aside as to his longer-term intent, you bring the hard velvet of his tip and suck.  The snarl of pleasure in his throat only adds to your effort as you work harder, feeling him resolve to steel in your mouth as you provide a hard suction on his first few inches.

His fingers tighten in your hair and he can’t help but push you down further onto him, his smooth thick pole surging to the back of your throat as you choke. He holds you firmly in place for a moment, then retracts his cock and begins to thrust repeatedly, fiercely into your throat. You can hear the sound in your own ears as you gag around him - straight out of the porn scene to which he had drawn your attention to. You’re the girl from the on-screen action now, the little facially-abused girl. He pulls right out, leaving your lips drooling before him.

“Remember the safe word?” Taeyong questions in a low growl.

You stare past his saliva-wet cock, straight into his eyes, “Yes.”

You were ready to test yourself, trusting when you had enough, he would stop. For now, you stare and open wide, inviting his renewed plunge.

It comes just as demanding as the first time and you take it all the way down this time without flinching, swallowing him to the balls and letting him fuck your face. You grasp around his thighs, steadying yourself as you feel his length filling up your mouth, attacking your throat, and feeling it succeed in accommodating all. He withdraws again and you let your mouth slobber freely, never breaking his gaze.

“You want more?” There’s an evil hint in his voice, as though he expects you to be cowed by his onslaught.

Yet you manage to shock him once again, “Yeah, I like it,” you whisper, almost daring him. He stalls slightly, letting the words sink in before ripping himself completely out of the remaining clothing in a few brief seconds.

“So come get.” He backs away, cock still erect and slick with saliva. “Come on baby girl, come and get it.” In a different circumstance, if this wasn't you, he would have laughed at such a proposition, never bothering to play with the women he fucked. But you just had something so interesting and alluring that made him insanely driven to all your next moves. Everything about you was so unexpected yet so captivating. And it makes him only more insane for you.

And as your days continued beside him, you seemed to have forgotten all of your morals, only craving his cock to be inside you – whether it was your mouth or wherever he wanted. So dignity be damned, you climb soaking over the side of the tub, clamber onto the floor and begin to crawl after him, wondering how well he likes your bare form pursuing him like this.

“That's it, baby, come to me, come get another taste...” You make a mad shuffling dash for him, mouth agape to take in his cock bobbing head, but he catches you by the shoulder and holds you off, “Come on, suck me.” But as you struggle to capture him with your lips, he persists in his restraint. “Show me how much you want it. Try and get your mouth around that cock,” he teases.

Asshole, you think, even as you fight him. He lets go of you suddenly and this time it was you who surges onto him, fitting your mouth and slotting yourself forcefully to near the base in a single fluid motion – leaving you rather impressed by your own success.

Taeyong moans in amazement, taken aback to find his cock all but engulfed by your mouth. Your hands clap to his upper thighs and he gasps deeper, as you haul him tight to you, taking the last of him down yourself. You hold your face there, your gaze looming in on his and holding the look. See how good I am?

He grabs you by the hair, harder than before, and you yelp. “Bad baby girl” he grumbles. “And you were being so, so good. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But you liked it, didn't you?” you ask, the words coming out without crossing your mind.

Taeyong shakes his head and clicks his tongue in disapproval, “We do this on my terms,” he says evenly, hoping to mask his admiration with sternness.

The façade he puts up doesn't faze you and you continue hiding your own smirk, “Can't I improvise a little?”

Just as easily as you read him, he notices the mischief in your voice and he crams four fingers in your mouth to shut you up. Your eyes bulge at his assertive intrusion. “You don't improvise at all,” he warns. “You do what you're told. You speak when you're told. Apart from one word. And that word ends everything, okay?”

You nod, mouth still full with his fingers. Your heart continues thumping from the sheer sport of it all. You had taken so much over these past few days, explored all your inner desires with what he had given so far, yet the thought that he could still shock you was bewildering.

“Now get your ass to the living-room,” he says as he withdraws his fingers, “we have something to finish.”

[superworldunkown]

You’re My All Might

An: Daddy Bakugou x Kiara is back! I needed it after looking at that potential manga cover, ooof!!

Summary: Kiara is sick and Bakugou ain’t having it, someone get me All Might!!

Kiara was home sick. Her normally glowing brown skin that matched the beauty of her mothers was a greenish hue, and just like her father when he was under the weather, Kiara wasn’t happy about any of it. 

“I wanna go to pweschool mommy.” 

“You can’t baby,” You hushed while taking a tissue to your daughters dripping nose, “You don’t want to get all your friends sick do you? Besides, you get to spend the day with Daddy, how fun!” 

“Daddy’s cranky!”

“Hah? And what are you! Damn brat.” 

“Katsuki!” 

“What!” He huffed while stuffing a piece of pancake into his mouth, “My only damn day off in weeks and you gotta go to work and Kiara’s sick as shit...” He grumbled something neither you or your daughter could understand while shoving more food in to his mouth. 

You creeped up to your husband, placing gentle kisses on his cheek, “Please be good with her today. Maybe when I get home I’ll,” You whispered the rest into his ear, still delighted that after all the years you two were together you could still make your hotheaded husband blush like he did back when you were teenagers.

“Fine.” He grumbled while placing a peck onto your lips, “I get to pick the outfit though.” 

“Deal.” You smile sweetly before walking over to your daughter and kissing her on the head. “Be good, Kiara. Don’t put Daddy through too much trouble today.” 

You gave both of them one final rundown of Kiara’s medicine schedule, the dos and don’ts of the day, and a small chore list (much to Bakugou’s disliking) before you were out the door and off to work. Bakugou let out an annoyed sigh, staring at his daughter who was currently glaring daggers' in his direction. What happened to his sweet little three year old that was obssessed with him? Who the hell was this sick little monster in front of him? 

Trying to appease his daughter he said, “Let’s eat breakfast in front of the TV.” 

Kiara let out a growl of approval. 

Setting his daughter down in the living room he brought her her breakfast and rested on the couch while she ate against the coffee table. 

“Not hungry.” She groaned while pushing her plate across the wooden table and dramatically throwing her head back to stare at her father. 

Bakugou let out an equally irritated groan while flipping through the channels, “You need to eat Kiara. You aren’t going to get better if you don’t eat your breakfast.” Was that true? He didn’t care. Maybe if she ate something she would be less of a pain. He loved his daughter, there as no question to that. But damn, she was really started to pick up on the bratty attitude he had as a kid. Maybe he should write an apology letter to his parents in hope to reset his karma before his daughter became a teenager.

Teenager?! He shuttered at the thought.

“I want Ice Cream Daddy.”

“Tch, thought you weren’t hungry.”

“Pleaseeee. I’m sicky.” 

Bakugou smirked, “That shit may work with your mother but not with you, kid.” 

Kiara let out another whine of disapproval. This one with the caliber to really do a number on Bakugou’s ear drums. Before he could respond his eyes snapped to the attention of the television. A familiar, jovial theme song of a former hero coming from the speaker.

“Don’t forget, this weekend is the All Night All Might Movie marathon, where we will be celebrating the former symbol of peace on the tenth anniversary of his retirement! Tune in at 8:00pm with all the details....”

“Daddy, whose-whose...All Might?”

Whose All Might?

Whose All Might?!

What the hell...

Bakugou turned to look at his daughter who seemed absolutely capivated with the former hero on the TV screen. Her face, despite the sickness coming from puffy cheeks and nose was glowing in awe as the highlight real of the hero’s glory days played on the screen. It was almost nostalgic; a mirror image of himself as a kid taking in the greatness that was his favorite (and still favorite) hero.

Her face dropped when the segment switched back to the regurly schedled boring programing.

“You wanna know who All Might is?” He asked. His daughter turned to him with a smile and a ferocious nod of her head. 

Sitting upright from the couch he eyed his daughter, “Finish your breakfast. I’ll be back.”

He returned a few moments later with a box labeled, ‘Katsuki, keep the hell out!’ in bold marker. Kiara scooched over towards her father as he opened the box and pulled out a variety of All Might merchandise from his childhood. A blanket, a few action figures, and most importantly, DVDs. Taking one of silver disks he placed it in the device next to the television before settling back down on the couch. Kiara let out a high pitched squeal of delight as the all mighty All Might appeared on screen, flashing is smile and laugh as if he was speaking directly to her.

Kiara clutched the All Might action figured she now claimed as her own as she and her father watched the footage of All Mights most heroic rescues. 

“Did you see that Daddy! He saved them!” Kiara pointed to the screen of a daring rescue while looking at her father.

“Mhmm, I see it.” He mused, trying to play down the stirring emotions of how absoltely thrilled his daughter was watching his idol while clutching the same action figure he held so closely as a child.

As the video ended Kiara looked back at her father, “Is there more Daddy?”

“Tch, is there more? He was the Symbol of peace for decades.” Noticing the confused face of his daughter he simply answered, “Yeah, Kid. There’s a lot more.”

Switching out the DVDs he scooped up his daughter and placed her on his lap while the two of them spent the morning watching the old videos. Kiara was enamored to say the least.

Bakugou decided to hold back on sharing that he knew All Might personally and was a mentor of his during his U.A years. He feared the small child would implode at the news her new favorite (second to him, of course) hero was her fathers mentor. 

It was a fun time reliving his favorite memories with his daughter. However, when the video switched to All Mights final battle as a hero, the battle in Kamino, his body began to sink further in the couch. 

“Daddy! Daddy! That looks like you!” 

Bakugou didn’t even notice he was on the screen. He only appeared for a brief moment, blasting The League of Villains before the camera switched to All Might’s arrival. 

The memories flooded back with a heaviness Bakugou was not prepared to wade through on his day off of all days. His breath hitched slightly, as he watched the flame of One For All slowly diminish in his mentor’s body with each passing hit and blow to that damn Boss Villain All For One. 

“Daddy?” Kiara’s voice was soft, but strong enough to shake Bakugou out of the darkness of his mind, “Why are you sad?”

He hadn’t realized he was on the verge of tears until his daughter pointed it out. Making a stern face he reassured her, “I’m fine, kid. I’m just,” He didn’t know how to formulate it, nor did he know why he was telling his three year old daughter who was entirely too young to understand feelings like shame, guilt, and mourning, “He was a damn good hero, Kiara...He always won, he always saved everyone. I’m just...sad he’s not here anymore.” 

Kiara looked deeply into her father’s sad eyes. Her own young mind attempting to put the pieces together in a way that she could articulate and understand, “But, you save Daddy. You win too.”

He looked up at her, tears still welling at the corner of his eyes as she continued. His little girl gave an enormously big smile, the smile she got from her damn mother. The one that swelled his heart so big he felt it was going to rip out of his chest in the most amazing of ways, “Daddy, you’re just like All Might,

You’re my All Might.”

Fuck. 

His tears now fell freely from his red eyes. And he was positive his heart had moved up to the top of his throat. Pressing his daughter into a tight hug he rested his head on the top of her curly blonde hair. 

“Fuck.” He breathed, still choking slightly on his words, “How the fuck did I get such a kind, kick ass kid like you baby?”

“Because Mommy.” Kiara answered simply, causing Bakugou to let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, I guess that’s right.” 

He held his daughter for some time, not bothering to change the video as the credits rolled. Eventually he let his daughter loose enough to allow her to poke her head up from his chest.

“Still want that ice cream?” He asked while tenderly poking at her dribbling nose. 

Her red eyes lit up again. Deciding to press her luck she asked, “Can I get two scoops?” 

He smirked, “Sure kid. Whatever you want.” 

“And, and...can I get the Deku Mint chocolate chip-”

“Don’t push it.”

[novannna]

⭐️?

ty for the ask dt!!!

hmm i really like what i did with this section from my nobell pirate au

"...Nova’s grin widened.  “Guilty as charged.”  She noticed the other king’s still body.  “A little scuffle?”

“Something like that,” the crown prince cut in.  “What do you want?”

“From you?” Nothing.”  Nova laughed.  “Bind everyone’s hands, and feet if you can,” Nova barked to her crew.  “We don’t want anyone running off, do we?”  She raised her pistol and fired a shot.  It struck the wood right next to a woman attempting to sneak away down below.  She screamed, and dropped to the ground, shaking.

“What do you mean you want nothing from us?” the prince asked.  “Why are you here?”

Nova grabbed his hands roughly, and wrapped a rope around them.

“The world isn’t all about you, sweetheart.  And you should be thanking me,” she grinned.

“What do you mean,”  he demanded.

“You don’t have to rule anymore.  You’ll never bear the burden of the crown.  So… You’re welcome!”  Nova laughed brightly, and threw him down to the floor.  He grunted, and tried to rise up, but Nova placed her booted foot on her chest, pushing him back down.

“Now, where’s the dear bride?  I have to greet both sides of the couple.”

“Here,” a quiet voice said.

Nova stalked towards the source, grinning as people flinched away so quickly they toppled over.  Oh, how she loved being feared.   The rush of power she got.  It made Nova full.  It reminded her of how far she had come.  She wasn’t a helpless little girl anymore.  She had come far.  She had done things that were once considered impossible.

Nova Jean Artino was the most feared person to ever sail the seas, and she had done it all on her own.

She was the pirate Nightmare.  And they should fear her.

Especially this small, quivering white clad figure before her.

“So,” Nova said, her voice cutting across the quiet deck.  “You’re the girl the prince chose to wed.”  Nova smirked.  “And who is the lucky lady?”

“You know, I’m hurt you don’t recognize me,” the voice said.  It was low, and achingly familiar.

Nova raised her eyebrows.  “Should I?  You know I meet a lot of women and-”  she stopped talking suddenly.  The girl raised her head, and met Nova’s eyes with her own.  The dark amber stared at her.  Soft brown skin, and artfully arranged blonde dreadlocks.

“Hello, Nova,” Danna said softly.

Nova felt her breath catch in her throat.  Danna was striking in her wedding dress.  Her wedding dress .  Danna was marrying the prince.  Her Danna.  Her Danna was throwing her freedom away.

“Hello, Danna,” Nova said, struggling to get the words out.  “Sorry to interrupt the happy occasion.”

Danna scoffed.  “I should thank you.  Nothing about this is happy.”

Nova tried to smirk.  “Then, your welcome, milady .”  She sank into a deep curtsy.

“Nova, what are you doing here?” Danna asked.

What was Nova doing here?  Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal.  She lost sight of her goals.  Lost sight of her past.  Forgot everything but the girl next to her.  Danna’s very breath was poisonous.  She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her.  She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her.

That would not do.

“I’m doing my job.”  Nova inhaled deeply, and looked away.  “Tie her up, and put her with the others,” she barked to her crew.  “I don’t have time for pleasantries, love,” she said to Danna.  “Take her away.”

“Nova!”  Danna screamed.  “Stop, you have to listen to me!”

Nova paused.  “Gag her too,” she responded.  “I don’t have to listen to anyone.  You listen to me.”

Nova drew her sword, and stalked down the deck, dragging the tip against the ground behind her.

“I am in charge here.  You are all my prisoners.  And luckily for you, I don’t care about your pitiful lives.  So, if you behave, you can keep them.  Am I clear?”

A hurried response of yes’s were quickly returned.

“Good.”  Nova smiled.  “Then, you will not say another word until my uncle is here.”

King Simon looked up quickly.  “Uncle?”

Nova spun around, sword tip already at his throat.  “Did you not hear a word I said?”

He flinched back.

“Good.”  Nova smiled, teeth glinting.  “Any other comments?”  She asked, sheathing her sword.

No one responded.

“Excellent.” Nova laughed.  “Don’t you just love weddings?”

ok so in the first few paragraphs, im just obssessed w nova being a smug little bitch, i love her, she's literally so cocky, its really fun to write. and like, so power hungry too, she's kinda relishing all the fear and pwoer she's possessing, and just how in control she is.

and then, she asks to meet the bride, and obviosuly doesnt know it's danna, and while its from nova's perspective, i was trying to show everything that danna was feeling too, i didnt do a great job, but it worked kinda.

and nova know's its someone familiar, but she wouldn't have guessed danna, because, it was her danna, and she wasn't able to ever imagine her with someone else (even if it was all fake) and nova knows danna doesn't love adrian, not like how nova loves her, she knows she was ready to throw her future away just like that, and she's so fucking angry, but also, she shouldn't care, but she does and its ahhh

ofc all the while nova is struggling to seem normal.

also, so so obssesed w this paragraph : "What was Nova doing here?  Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal.  She lost sight of her goals.  Lost sight of her past.  Forgot everything but the girl next to her.  Danna’s very breath was poisonous.  She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her.  She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her."

i don't even know what commentary to add, just yeah... these bitches gay <333

and nova has to choose danna or her ambition, but she already made that choice, and now she has to make it again. And she does. Nova chose to secure her own future, and can't be around danna, because it hurts her to be near her, but not w her just yeah. ow </3 and she needs to act like the cold pirate she is while breaking apart inside and pain :)

yeah thats p much it idk, sorry that was long, people should go read the whole au, its not terrible writing crazily enough im so sorry if that didn't make sense im not at my best.

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Their adorableness knows no bounds!

How does a romantic relationship start? Maybe when he waits for you for hours until you get off work, overcomes his own ego and resentment to begin working at the inn he hated for most of his life to be with you, or when he asks you what you want, looking like your answer was the greatest mystery he desperately needs to uncover. Or when you smile whenever you see him, laugh like a carefree teenager around him or run giggling after him. Then, doesn’t it mean that your romance has already begun?

I adore how Issei literally waits for Hayame in front of the ryokan just like Hachi waited for his master and is like ‘yeah, I just happened to pass by your workplace by the same time you get off work and decided to stop and enjoy the landscape. It’s a complete coincidence, I totally haven’t been waiting for you for hours,’ and then follows her obediently, all shy and bashfull looking at her with those beautiful hopeful puppy eyes like he couldn’t live without her.

It’s really symbolic considering that he’s been the one always waiting for her since the beginning - an apt metaphor for him waiting for Hayame to love him back - searching for her, seeking her out; highlighting the dynamic between them, which is another reason why her finally coming to Issei at the park earlier meant so much for him.

Also, he is totally trying to fix things by genuinely wanting to cancel the debt but when she insists on paying it anyway, he suggest she continues the game but this time, they both know the money doesn’t really matter and you can spot the moment, he realizes he can still use it not only as an excuse to spend even more time with her, but actually court her.

Hayame mentioning holiday shows the gap between her as a working adult and Issei having so much free time as a student as another aspect of the age difference that separates them of which they are both palpably aware. However, Issei decides to take significant steps towards Hayame, coming closer to her step by step, and bridge the distance between them created by it. It’s been a journey which began with him waiting for her at home, annoyed and impatient, them coming to meet her halfway, sneaking in the inn to catch a glimpse of her and meet her there, and now continues with him finding a job there for which he even begged his grandma - asking her to allow him make his own money for the first time in his life instead of asking for hers. 

Hayame’s rebukes of his childishness really hurt Issei and saddened him, but it leads him to realize it’s his biggest flaw and in order to have a chance with her, he needs to overcome it and become a better man, someone who could protect her and she could lean on, someone reliable and not an angry, whiny child. 

The best thing is that from the moment he got over the resentment and inferiority complex, he’s been halfway there already because, as Hayame herself said, he’s always been a good person trying to act like the bad guy.

Overcoming himself and his dislike for the inn, Issei throws away his ego and even asks Koya for advice instead of lashing out at everyone or telling them to leave him alone like before. He is done avoiding his issues and running away from a fight with his older brother, he is going to fight for his right to be with Hayame.

When Issei finally finds the courage and asks Hayame what she would like, it happens right after Koya adviced him to find a job at the inn so he totally wants to give her something she truly desires with the money he earns. 

A BIRTHDAY PRESENT PERHAPS?! He would want to give Hayame something special for her birthday, why else would he be so disappointed she wanted only cheap slippers? Hayame’s birthday is on September 15 as we’ve seen in episode 1. Such a blatant reveal of a deeply specific and significant information? Moreover, the series ends in the middle of September. Coincidence? I doubt it, drama writers are rarely so lazy. Besides, I noticed some jewelry sponsorships in the final credits (and yes, I’m that obssessed with this show!).

It would be hilarious if Issei really bought Hayame the cleaning slippers in a spin on the whole Cinderela theme (plus, the fact the first pair of shoes he offered to her were his worn-out bathroom slippers so it would be another great tie-in) because they were the shoes she wanted, practical and comfy, and not some fancy uncomfortable and useless heels made of glass.

[handlewithkara]

@supercorpizgaybaiting​  heavily, but also not exclusively. It's not like Karadox or Karamel fans aren't also more or less secretly hoping that things could stil go their way or even Superdey fans were hopeful at some pepole. People are going to disagree what counts as subtext.

In the end, if writers put subtext there intentionally (and I know of at least one instance of a writer saying no in twitter to a claim about one of his episodes) then you don’t have to fight for your couple, the writers intend to do them as a couple anyway. However if the writers don’t want to do your couple because they are not feeling them, then they are not going to do them. And trying to force them is not going to lead to good results. 

Take let’s say Mon-El being given Kara’s necklace or Mon-El giving Kara his Legion ring. Would you deny that those are traditional romantic signifiers, the kind of thing that would make a fan expect that those signifiers will come back in a way? Same with the long look and little quirky smile Kara gave Mon-El in episode 100.  And yet at the same time there is a chance that they won’t be in a romantic context. 

Same for let’s say Karadox fan who for example saw something special in the recent Kara and Brainy balcony scene. 

Or who can point to a writer actually confirming that he wrote a Brainy scene back in season 3 as a potential tease of Karadox (the scene where Mon-El leaves the scene and Brainy walks in instead). Does that mean that Kara and Brainy have to end up as a couple? Because there is a good chance they won’t.

Because writers change, storylines change. There is no proof that something somebody wrote in season 3 was ever a promise that it would be back and even if it was meant as a promise it’s no proof that the completely different writers team feels any obligation to cash in the promise a writer who isn’t even with the show anymore made in season 3.

To me “baiting” is not a replacement for an actual storyline. If writers want to do a story, they will write that story. Point blank. 

The complaint here has always been that about the supposed claims of baiting has been that they have never been exclusive. Ie, some scenes have paralleled Lois and Clark scenes from other media but:

1.) The show literally starts out with the show co-opting and reinterpreting and reinacting traditional Superman, including Superman and Lois scenes redoing them with Kara and Alex. And yet you don’t see as many people insisting the show HAS to do romantic Kara and Alex even though the show literally starts out with them reinacting and reinterpreting two iconic Superman and Lois scenes (Kara saving Alex on the plane, kid Kara taking Alex flying). 

2.) A lot of supposed parallel scenes are really generic scenes that exist either for other characters on Supergirl as well (ie Kara saving somebody in a helicopter, Kara carrying somebody bridal style) or they also exist for Superman and non romantic characters. 

Again, baiting or supposed baiting is not a replacement for an actual storyline. Watch Xena and Gabrielle. Xena and Gabrielle weren’t baiting, it was writers writing a full fledged story that they cared deeply about. 

This is what writers do when they really want to do a couple but are denied by a network to make it explicit. They write stuff about a kiss that is necessary to the plot somehow. Twice! They write crazy scenarios where Xena and Gabrielle are turned into vampires and bite each other. They write crazy scenarios where the plot forces them to dance sexily with each other. They find ways. (and yes even they even though they agreed with the shippers about the importance of Xena and Gabrielle’s relationship, still disagreed with the fans when it came to weighing the importance of that story against the importance of Xena’s redemption journey)

I never bought the claim that the same constraints that existed during Xena and Gabrielle still hold true today or that they hold true on this particular show (does lgbt stories for other characters) or network (has tons of lgbt shows including multiple shows with lgbt leads). And with Xena and Gabrielle you can see what writers do exactly when they are under constraints. It was deep, heartfelt storylines with lots of screentime not arguments about what color socks the characters are wearing. 

Kara recently had a line within the show “Who cares about the ratings?” and I’m pretty sure that this is actually reflective of how the writers of the show feel right now. They know that doing social awareness stories about a black lesbian or a trans superhero maybe are not going to get them the gangbuster ratings, but they are going to do it anyway because at this point they don’t care about the ratings and it is something they firmly believe is the right thing to do. It is something they are passionate about. 

If they are not writing couple X, then so me that per se implies they are not passionate enough about them. And you can’t force love. You can’t force them to be passionate about it. Either they are feeling or they don’t. 

There are a lot of instances where people read things into a situation and they shouldn't have.

See the only thing I disagree with here is whether the onus on that is on the audience or on the writers. Especially when I would argue there are tons of cases where fans clearly ignore “anti-bait” moments. ie the show returns and Lena is busy with Lex while Alex is the one obssessed with bringing back Kara. Everybody has a nightmare and Lena’s has nothing to do with Kara. Kara and Lena’s reuinion is not a topic at all where Kara first reconnects with the group. . Lena has her soulful conversations with Nia, not Kara. The writers actually can have gone to considerable lenghts to give them the barest minimum to still consititute a storyline that is part of the show and yet people still insist that a moment was baiting. Completely ignoring the context. Let’s hypothetically imagine a world where the writers genuinely don’t want to write them as a romance, but still genuinely want to write them as a meaningful friendship? Where they appreciate Lena as part of the show, they just don’t appreciate her in the future love interest way. Where they still want to write scenes about Lena doing cool and badass scenes, they are just not interested in writing them as a romance. 

It just doesn’t strike me as fair that fans should essentially force tie their hands that they aren’t allowed to write any scenes, because no matter what scene they write, fans will insist that it is baiting, even if the scene actually doesn’t stick out compared to all the other scenes they write in a non romantic context for let’s say Kara/Alex, Kara/Brainy or Kara/Nia. 

Like let’s say a Karadox fan feeling the balcony scene between Kara and Brainy feeling unfairly like a romantic scene (comnig basically back to back with Kelly and Alex, a romantic couple sharing a balcony scene) completely ignoring the context that people having deep talks on balconies is kind of a staple on Supergirl and Kara has done then with a long list of other characters both characters she was canonically romantically linked with and characters she was never romantically linked with. It’s definitely really nice that Brainy is in the rank of people Kara has great balcony scenes with but that is hardly proof that it has to be read as romantic when Kara has had those type of scenes with J’onn as well. 

IMO the fight of the Lenashippers to me has always made more sense to me as “we are a big and loud fanbase, so you have to listen to us” rather than any claims of “we exclusively get scenes that are promises”. Again, if you were exclusively getting promises for your relationship, then you wouldn’t have to fight for it. It would just be the writers foreshadowing a storyline they are intending to do anyway. 

In the end, if the writers don’t want to do your story, they are not going to do it. If they are not feeling it, if they don’t see the characters, the potential in the same way, you can’t force them. If “I think we should do a bigass storyline about Nia reconnecting with her mom” is something they feel more passionate about than they feel about developing whatever other relationship, then they don’t feel that passionate about that other relationship, at least not more than they feel about “we should tell cool stories about Nia’s dream powers”. 

Because in the end, different people have different preferences and different likes. And you can’t force them to feel the same way you do about characters. There is roughly a million things I wish the show would cover in storylines and that will never happen. Like I think it’s pretty unlikely that the show will do a deep lengthy story on how Alex uses alcolhol in the few episodes we have left, or that they will do a deep dive storyline on Alex’s time before she joined the DEO. Because in the end, I have to accept that the writers just don’t see this topic the same way, just aren’t as interested in it as I am. They likely have a list of things they still want to tackle before the show ends and apparently those things I like or care about are not on that list at all or at least not high enough. 

You can’t force people to have exactly the same interests as you. 

[kay-peawrites]

Cole Sprouse x “Please can we just talk this out?”

Her.

As soon as his car pulled into the driveway of his home, I dashed out as fast as I could.

“Y/N!” I heard him call behind me.

I dug around in my bag trying to find my keys and get the front door open before he could catch up to me.

“Dammit!” I cursed myself for having such a messy purse.

Finally, my fingers closed around the cold metal of my keys and I yanked them out before jamming them into the lock.

“Y/N.” he said a lot gentler as he came up the walk behind me.

“No, Cole. Leave me alone.” I responded, not even bothering to look over my shoulder at him.

I didn’t dare look into the baby blue eyes of the man that I’d fallen for. I felt him reach out for me as soon as I managed to get the front door open. I raced in and up the stairs, desperate to get away from him. If I dared even one look, I’d be finished and he would win whatever this was without even trying.

“Y/N, you can’t keep running every time someone brings her up.” His voice carrying up the stairs to our bedroom.

I walked into our en suite and grabbed a makeup wipe, furiously wiping off the face I spent an hour and a half perfecting. Looking up, I saw red-rimmed y/e/c eyes staring back at me. The girl staring back at me refusing to cry in a sad attempt to not look weak.

“Please can we talk this out? I hate that this happens every time someone brings her up.”

Cole was now standing in the doorway behind me.

Her being his ex-girlfriend. Lili Reinhart. The perfect blonde who played his love interest on Riverdale. They’d broken up a year ago, but were known to break up and make up. Many speculated that my relationship with Cole was just a phase until he “realized she was his OTP,” is how People magazine worded it. I knew dating a celebrity would be difficult, but I never imagined this.

“I can’t do it anymore, Cole.” I finally turned and made eye contact with him.

He was so perfect. He’d recently decided to let his blonde hair grow out and now it was pulled into a cute little man bun at the back of his head. He’d also let his facial hair grow out and the mustache and goatee he was rocking was enough to make me want to rip his clothes off of him. The first few buttons of his blue button down were undone to show his tanned chest and the gold chain that I’d bought for him a couple months ago. The one he never takes off, especially when he’s away filming.

“Do what?” he responds quietly.

“This. Us. I just…I’m tired, Cole.” I responded, breaking eye contact to look at his feet.

He moved towards me and tried to pull me into him, but I pulled away. Limiting physical contact between us would make this easier for me.

“Lili and I are finished, Y/N. You know that. I know that. She knows that. I’m in love with you.” He pleaded with me.

“And I love you too. Believe me, I do. And maybe we can try again after some time. But I just can’t right now.”

I moved away from him and walked into our closet. I grabbed one of my overnight bags and begin to pack clothes into it. I couldn’t stay here tonight. If I did I knew that Cole would just talk me into staying with him. This wasn’t the first time this particular topic has come up in conversation.

“Don’t leave.” He murmured, attempting to grab my hand to stop me from leaving.

“I have to, Cole. This isn’t healthy for either of us. You work with her. You run in the same friend circles. You have to attend the same events. What did I expect? You would break up and never see or speak to each other again??” This time I couldn’t help but let the tears spill over.

He turned me towards him and wrapped his long fingers around my cheeks. His thumbs catching the tears that silently fell down my face.

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Let’s just talk this out. Even if it takes all night. I’m willing to do this because I love you and I believe in us.”

“Cole, I’m sorry, but it’s over.” I pulled away from him, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the room.

He didn’t follow me as I calmly walked down the stairs and to the garage. Opening the door, my trusty vintage Bronco was waiting for me. I lifted the garage and threw my bag into the passenger seat. As I backed out of the driveway, I paused, looking up at the home of the man I’d fallen so deeply in love with.

“Goodbye, Cole.” I whispered.

A/N: Honestly I’ve been obssessed with Riverdale lately, especially Cole Sprouse. Enjoy! Let me know if I should keep this going, definitely willing to turn this into a short story or something. 🖤 also sorry if the spacing is weird, this was uploaded from my phone.

[ajokeformur-ray]

okay so what about getting asleep on the sofa while watching TV and then he wakes you up to go to bed and he's just so happy you're by his side that he dances with you around the room like he does with penny and you're still sleepy and you murmur 'we better dance like this at our wedding, future husband' hhhhf im SOFT

I’m soft omg this is the life ????? also I love that shoulder thing he does in this scene ugh. He’s such a cutie pie.

Warnings: swearing, smoking (why do I still bother tagging these?) and implied nsfw at the end. You may need to bite a pillow to keep from squealing, this is soft.

word count: 1, 981.

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You were exhausted.

All day had you had to be in contact with people. You hadn’t had a free moment to yourself. Even when you had gone outside your university to have a cigarette, people had wanted stuff to do with you. It hadn’t been more than an hour since leaving the apartment building that you had wanted to go home again. At least Arthur didn’t socially wear you out; one look at you and it seemed like he could read your entire mood, and know what to do to be around you peacefully, without causing you any sort of distress. He was an actual angel and you didn’t know where you would be without him. Your entire life revolved around Arthur, and though you knew that that was mildly unhealthy, you also knew that you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was the kind of man to demand that all eyes were on him. He was unaware of the beauty of his own self, and that only increased his allure, somehow.

When Arthur had finally come home from work late in the evening, just as tired and worn down as you were, you had already been curled up on the sofa, ready to go to sleep. Instead, however, you had jumped up with more physical energy than you thought you had left in you, such was the effect he had on you, and reheated his dinner, spoken to Arthur about his day, and made him feel loved. Loving Arthur Fleck was a gift, but it seemed almost surreal for him to love you back just as hard, if not even more than you loved him. He felt deeply, which meant that he hurt deeply, and rarely could he experience a single day without another punch to the face. Sometimes, life expressed that particular sentiment physically, and you were always there with a gentle touch to patch up his wounds. It was the emotional ones which required more tender loving care, and you only gladly obliged. He deserved the entire fucking world, and though you couldn’t physically give it to him, you could make him feel like he was on top of it.

When at last all your daily responsibilities, stresses and duties had been tended to, Arthur had invited you to sit beside him on the sofa. The Murray show was on, but you weren’t concentrating on it. Not only did you not like the host - he was a rude man who preyed on other people to get a cued laugh from the paid audience and sometimes you found yourself wishing that someone would just permanently shut him up - but you were just so tired. You leaned easily against Arthur’s upper arm, feeling his body heat radiate through his thin cotton shirt. Naturally did his arm curl around your shoulders, pulling you snugly against him. You shifted so that you were pressed completely against his side, his body warding off the chill in the apartment; the heating was just too expensive, even and most especially given that it was winter and therefore, the government could get away with putting up the prices because of the ‘supply and demand’. It was bullshit, but what could you do? You were a working class citizen working to the bone just to survive and therefore, you had no real voice and no power of your own.

You were asleep before you knew it. The scent of cigarette smoke kept your own nicotine craving at bay, and the feeling of Arthur pressed tightly against you and the gentle smell of his cologne kept you in that secured lull which promised a good night’s sleep in preparation for all that was waiting for you tomorrow. You couldn’t wait for Sunday; it was your Day with Arthur. Once a week, every Sunday, did you only make plans for each other. You didn’t leave the apartment on Sundays, anything important could wait until the following day, and so you were left to indulge in each other in whatever means were most appealing on that day. Often, you stayed in the bedroom and played card games, smoking together and watching Charlie Chaplin re-runs.

The first thing that you became distantly aware of was that the bed you were lying against was moving in a steady rise and fall. There was a rumbling just under your ear and then Arthur’s gentle, patient tone threatened to send you right back to sleep.

“Y/N, darling. Come on, it’s time for bed.”

You groaned. “Nope. Sleeping. Shush.”

Another rumble ran through Arthur’s chest and bubbled up and out of his throat, the sound creating a lovely laugh. You adored it when he laughed genuinely. It was such a rare sound and you cherished it, so different was it to the terrifying attacks he so often experienced. 

“No,” Arthur hummed, “You gotta help me get you to bed. I can’t carry you.”

You sighed sleepily and sat up. Arthur laughed both at the expression on your face and the way your hair was sticking up on one side, laying completely flat on the other. 

“Sleepy head.” He teased, his eyes soft and full of love for you. The harsh blue light from the television screen illuminated the dark circles under his green eyes, and you felt guilty. Had you kept him awake while he waited for you to stir?

You stood, taking Arthur’s hand, and he pulled you close to his chest, swaying with you. He spun you slowly, a sweet smile on his face. His hair was fluffy, freshly washed, the dark curls framing either side of his forehead. His waistcoat was perfectly matched with his trousers, and he looked so ethereal. He was heaven sent. As he pulled you close again to dance with you without music, your sleep addled brain failed to consider the potential consequences of your next words.

“I want to dance like this with you at our wedding, future husband.” Your eyes were already sliding shut as you relaxed against his chest.

Time seemed to stop as your words seeped into your brain. Arthur froze and you even felt him stop breathing.

You weren’t tired any more as reality doused you awake just as surely as a cold bucket of water tipped over you would. You stared at Arthur’s still chest, not blinking, your entire body trained on the person in front of you, his hands still tightly gripping you.

A shuddered inhale. A bubble of quiet laughter. Silence.

“What… what did you just say?”

You dared to look up into those beautiful green eyes you so adored. You had memorised that face so well that you could recall it perfectly even in your sleep. Many a night had you fallen asleep staring at it, hoping that its features would find you in your dreams.

Little did you know that your wildest dreams weren’t inside your mind, but physically present in the bed with you.

“What is your shirt made of?” You reached out and plucked the sleeve of his shirt between your thumb and forefinger. You had a reason for the apparent sudden change in topic. You would make your point known in all the ways you could think of. It was the least you could do for Arthur.

“No, Y/N, what did you - “

“I’m getting there.” You smiled patiently, pleading with him inside your mind to go along with you.

Arthur nodded, sighed and seemed to accept that you would repeat yourself when you had had your fun as, with a slight bite of impatience, he said, “I don’t know, cotton or something. Please tell me what you said.” His voice was quieter towards the end of the sentence. Did he think it was a joke to you?

You shook your head and made sure to look him straight in the eyes. “No.” You disagreed. “It’s made of husband material.”

You saw some pre-existing spark in his eyes explode into a fire as the most beautiful smile lit up Arthur’s entire face like a christmas tree. You hadn’t intended to say this here and now, but your mouth had made the decision for you, as it so often did when you were tired. Actually, scrap that - your mouth often made your decisions for you, and your brain was left to figure out the aftermath. Your brain to mouth filter had always been faulty, even more so when you were tired.

“Wait here.” Quick as a flash were you gone, disappeared into the bedroom. You left Arthur’s arms feeling empty with naught for company but the ghost of your touch. Like a whirlwind, you were back just as quickly as you had gone. 

In your hand was a small black box, which was clenched painfully in your grip. Ready? Go!

“Here.”

You handed it to a wide eyed Arthur. His hands were shaking and nearly did he drop the box. He sought to cup it in his hands. “W-what… I don’t -” Laughter. Cruel and painful laughter ripped its way out of your love’s throat, making him cross his arms over his shoulders as he buried his face in the material of his work shirt. He doubled over, turned his back to you, and violent chuckles threatened to destroy the very gentle, loving atmosphere that had naturally occurred when the two of you were together. 

You put a hand on his back, rubbing up and down his spine, feeling the different vertebrae through his clothing. You said nothing, you only stayed, and that meant so much more to Arthur than anything else that you could have done. Guilt racked him as he squeezed his eyes shut. He had ruined the moment. You had just presented your future together to him on a silver platter, the entire scene practically gift wrapped in its perfection, and he had ruined it with his condition. As he quieted to hiccups and straightened up, breathing in deeply, you said, “Don’t you dare think you’ve ruined anything, Arthur.”

He hiccuped, “But - “

“No.” You smiled gently to take the bite out of your words, and pulled him into a hug. Immediately did your fingers find the dark curls at the nape of his neck. Arthur’s head sunk down onto your shoulders, taller than you was he, and he pressed his nose into your jugular. His lips soothed the day’s tension away, and you allowed him to lavish you with kisses.

Slowly did you realise that he hadn’t answered your question.

“Arthur.”

Something in your voice caught his attention and he straightened up.

“Are you gonna’ answer my question?”

“Wait… you weren’t. You weren’t joking?” He was so incredulous, so disbelieving, that you couldn’t help it. Your jaw dropped. Did he really think so little of himself? You didn’t even need to think about it. Yes. Yes, he did.

“I would never fucking do that.”

Arthur looked down to the floor in shame, and you found the fallen box - he must have dropped it during his sudden attack - and picked it up, dusting it off. You opened it to reveal a set of modest antique rings. It was the best you could afford. The design was plain and simple but elegant. 

“So, how about it? Will you marry me, Arthur?”

The ferocity with which he kissed you took you aback, as again and again did he mumble “yes” against your lips. Your legs somehow found his waist, and it was with speedy movements and little care for the late hour that you showed Arthur just how much you had meant your question. The rings lay abandoned on the living room table; you would put them on each other tomorrow. For now, you would consummate the as yet unofficial but official vow to love each other in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part.

[arielsojourner]

Still wanting to marry this fic Part 2

My obssession with  @nemainofthewater‘s Shining Universe/dragon!Jaskier universe continues (her fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22562836?view_full_work=true ). For a change a connected ficlit set in this universe with the author’s permission. Jaskier attends the festival. My god there may actually be some sort of a rough plot emerging not just ever breeding bunnies.

 Other ficlets on my Tumblr under the tag #dragon!jaskier.

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Geralt cannot believe his ears or eyes. Jaskier is performing at the music festival. Jaskier is strutting and dancing around the stage in the most outrageous sparkly outfit complete with mask (when did he start wearing a mask? Why is he wearing a mask? As disguises go it fails utterly! Geralt knows him at a glance!) But even he cannot deny the effect the bard is having on the audience. The Countess looks ready to faint. Women are tossing handkerchiefs at the stage (handkerchiefs, and other pieces of clothing). Geralt wants Ciri to avert her eyes. She snorts, bats his hand away, and tries to move closer for a better look, even resorting to jumping up and down to see over people’s heads. When her efforts fail, she literally climbs up Geralt, perching on his shoulder to see above the sea of people that make up the enthralled audience.

“Do you know him?” she asks, eyes never leaving the performance. Geralt has no words to respond to her question. “He’s singing about you! You must know him.”

“No,” Geralt lies. “No, I don’t know him.”

Jaskier opened with a rousing rendition of Toss a Coin to Your Witcher with changed and additional verses. He’s certainly improved over the years when it comes to his lyrics, though the chorus is the same. The crowd sings along with him. He later follows it with a love ballad Her Sweet Kiss, a song Geralt had only heard in its infancy but now is complete. He will never admit it but it hurts to listen to the words, the hitch in Jaskier’s voice (“I am weak,” his voice breaks “And I am wanting!”)  He sings songs Geralt had never heard before (“Why do you build me up?” “Build me up!” the audience sings back to him. “Buttercup, baby just to let me down” “Let me down!” the audience roars. “And mess me around and then worst of all!” “Worst of all!”), that has the audience enraptured (“Hold me! Hold me! Never let me go until you’ve told me, what I want to know and just hold me! Hold me! Make me tell you I’m in love with you!”), and joining in at the top of their lungs.

He then begins his final piece, a heroic epic of the kind that bards haven’t bothered singing or composing in years. Still the refrain is deeply moving and memorable, but this time the crowd is too bewitched by the story in the song to do more than listen in rapt silence. It is  a song about a foul and perverted mage, greater and lesser evils, monsters, mutates, men, murdered girls, and the brilliant and daring Black Sun Princess. It is called The Bells of Blavekin. 

Geralt nearly swallows his tongue listening to it.

Despite holding the crowd in the palm of his hand and successfully wooing the Countess de Stael in public (she fainted twice during his performance and she deigned to allow him to somehow, incredibly leap from the stage to her raised pavilion and press an ardent kiss to her perfumed hand), Jaskier doesn’t win the competition.

The crowd riots in protest.

[lostsoulaltair]

OnS Theories (11S). Third Theory - Mika and Ferid, different yet sharing something in common

Hello guys, as you might have noticed, yes I enjoy writing down theories related to the chapters that come out and going backwards in the story to link more dots missing; therefore, let’s start with a new theory, shall we?

To start off with this theory, perhaps many of the readers noticed that Ferid Bathory and Mikaela Hyakuya have some things in common such as both possessing the famous “Michaela Trait”, both being of certain interest to Rigr Stafford; and, as well, tragedy within them.

Perhaps you’ll wonder why I’m not including Crowley or Ashera when both of them have this famous Michaela Trait, but the reason I’m leaving behind these two will be explained at its own moment within this theory as well.

First of all; Ferid and Mika share these similitudes or physical characteristics to the angel sleeping in the coffin in chapter 85:

Yes you might wonder how these characteristics go like, but well, let’s compare the younger versions of Ferid and Mikaela

Young Ferid Bathory

Young Mikaela Hyakuya/Shindo

Many might notice the resemblance, and of course, Rigr Stafford was focused on finding his personal Michaela after Sika Madu left the Vampire Progenitors by themselves; which quite implies he was seeking someone with certain characteristics and physical atributes as well.

Before heading off to explain the main characteristic these two share asides the Michaela trait, let’s make a review:

Selection due to Michaela trait

As I stated before, these two harbor the famous “Michaela trait”, as to what exactly this trait can do is officially unknown and this is due to the fact that Kagami Takaya hasn’t continued the story of the LN.

But the fact that Rigr chose them to be Michaelas at a certain point has a lot to do with what the First Progenitor did with the other Vampire Progenitors that are currently trapped within the Cursed Gears.

Among vampires, only selected ones were turned into cursed gears; but why selected?

Mahiru Hiragi was the one who managed to create the very first cursed gear; after that, she ended up working with more and that’s something the First Progenitor could see and observe with detail.

Among this; Rigr Stafford at first wanted to test and create what the First Progenitor did with them; find someone with that “special trait” and turn it into a vampire; which is how Ferid was eventually found and turned into a vampire.

He had something within him that made Rigr think he was special and thus proceeded to turn him into a vampire; but, with time, the results Rigr was expecting were null; which is why he left Ferid and decided to pursue or find another test subject that would give better results. How can I assume or believe this?

According to Ferid in chapter 64, Ferid stated that he once called an angel, a MIchaela but then, at the same time, he stated that Rigr chose a new one, a new Michaela, but how?

As many recall along the new parts within the newest LNs, Rigr Stafford after trying to reduce the influence and power of the Hiragi family, he proceeded to do the Project of the Seraph of the End; thus among the test subjects that gave better results; within that list was Mikaela Hyakuya; mainly because Mika had the Seraph trait and the Michaela trait.

Rigr’s plans were mainly focused on making Mika meet Guren and eventually see what the story unfolded within the beggining such as seeing Yu becoming a seraph; having a cursed gear, etc.

But, thanks to Ferid Bathory, such events never came to light and Rigr’s plans were ruined.

A mutual feeling, a feeling both know  NOTE: This does not involve ships

Now, with that small review, there’s something these two share in common, and many might haven’t realized but what could it be?

Yes, “love”. That word that fills or revolves around the story, that feeling that seems to be so strong to the point of killing, or to the point of obssession.

How can I reach such conclusion?

To begin with, Ferid Bathory, stated that he loved his family, and of course, his form of love can be represented as twisted; among this, in chapter 91, many saw how he stated he loved Rigr before attempting to kill him.

Likewise, Mikaela Hyakuya has experimented this feeling as well; back when he was a kid that feeling of love began with the orphanage and the Hyakuya family; within the manga chapters of the Catastrophe, he knew how to direct the kids in order to gather knowledge, he was overprotective over them; he was wary of others which is not bad; but his mind and tactics were higher compared to other kids.

After the loss and having Yu as the last member of the Hyakuya family, his form of love became close to obsession; but before we continue, let’s explain better this term.

The obssession Mika shows or displays is not the one many might believe, in fact, it’s the fact that he’s afraid of losing his last member of the Hyakuya family, the last person that cared for him on his life; which is why he always asked and begged Yu to leave with him; that’s why he did the impossible in order to take him out from humanity’s grasp.

Now, once cleared that; returning to the main topic; Mikaela and Ferid know deeply the feeling of love; both are aware the concept behind that term, both are aware what that feeling can actually make others do; and so, the feeling itself can take two shapes:

A love that is so strong to the point of killing which is a twisted view for people except for Ferid.

A love that is so strong that it can reach the point of obssession, a strong feeling of doing everything within hands to keep someone safe even if it can go against its own wishes.

Now, why didn’t I include Ashera and Crowley within this theory?

Crowley and Ashera are quite alike in terms of attitude, both focused on the greater good of others; both seeked reasons to live but the paths they ended up following eventually lead them to lose their memories and the other, to eventually chase someone until the point it ended up making him lose its feelings towards the fallen ones.

Therefore, what do you think of this theory? Do you think Mika and Ferid share some things in common or not?

Let me know!!

NOTE: The theory is not focused on attacking characters; all the theories written so far are held within a neutral view. As well as I stated before, ships aren’t involved within theoryes.

[darknessisafriend]

Helloo so,,,like- if the reader is insecure about her pussy (big labia minora/minor lips blabla), how would joker and arthur react and what would they do? thank you!!!

And here it is, a bit NSFW obviously, I hope that anyone feeling uncomfortable about this part of their body know that everyone is different and there is no wrong or ugly feature, you are beautiful

Arthur:

Arthur realizes you are insecure about your pussy, when one day he tells he would like to make love with you while keeping the lights on “Why do you want to do that?” you asked him nervously, you didn’t want him to see how ugly you were between your legs. “Because I love you and I want to see you, the entirety of your beautiful body when I make love to you.” it melted your heart to hear such a sweet declaration.

But you couldn’t, you knew that when he would lay his eyes on your soft spot, he would be repulsed. You avoided his gaze “Arthur I’m really touched but please let’s not do that...it’s not as beautiful as you think...”  

He looks at you dumbfounded, he feels guilty, maybe he didn’t tell you enough how beautiful you were to him, you’re the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen and you had noticed him.

“Listen, it’s not...I’m not talking about my whole body, it’s one particular area that is ugly” you started to explain, you knew he would be deeply upset if he thought it was about your overall look, he was looking at you expectantly, eager to make you feel better;  you took a deep breath “It’s my vagina, the labia, it’s just ugly...” you clarified, your heart was racing, you felt so embarrassed.

Arthur opened and closed his mouth several times, he didn’t expect that answer, and frankly at first, he doesn’t know what to respond, he’s not a specialist of women genitalia, but he’s sure of one thing, he would never find it ugly “Honey, I would never find it ugly...what can I do to make you feel better?” he asked you with a worried frown, approaching you to hold you in his arms. And you didn’t know how he could help you.

As soon as he had free time, he would go to a library to find books about women genitals, he would try to find a way to help you, until he found this book which had a lot of different pictures of women labia, he didn’t know that there was so many different sorts of women labia and it was so much different from what he had seen in his porn magazines.

And he realized it was probably why you felt bad, because society exposes one type and doesn’t show the uniqueness of every women. He decided to bring this book home to show you. “You can read this book, it was very interesting, I thought it could help you.” you smiled at his sweet attention. And when you read the book, you were also surprised at how many different types of labia existed, in a way it reassured you.

Arthur thought a lot about it and decided to try a step by step approach and try to make you feel better about your genitals.

At first, when you snuggled to watch a movie, he would ask you if he could rest his hand between your legs, you found it was an odd request but accepted anyway, you were clothed so it didn’t make you so nervous. “It feels warm, it’s nice” he would whisper on your ear, and you didn’t expect a small compliment like this would reassure you, with time you were almost eager for him to rest his hand there, he was always telling how much he liked it.

What followed after was in underwear, you felt his hand much closer to your spot, so naturally the first time you were nervous but he kept telling you how nice it felt, sometimes he would gently rub circles over it, which had for result to arouse you.

Until you were feeling ready to be naked, he would look at you first, his hand coming down between your legs, he would tell you how good it felt, and how much he was going to pleasure you. And after a while you would feel much more confident about it and even let him go down on you.

Joker:

As the two of you were making out, Joker was starting to kiss your breast and then your belly in order to go down on you, and when you realized what he wanted to do, you gently stopped him by putting your hand in his hair “Baby wait...” he lifted his head, why were you interrupting him?

“Don’t go down there, you won’t like...” you started nervously, he frowned.

“What do you mean I won’t like it?! When I’m inside you it feels so good, don’t say nonsense like this kitten.” he replied frustratingly, he really wanted to go down on you right now. But then, you insist you don’t want to.

“Didn’t I just tell you to stop speaking nonsense?” his voice is low, authoritative, nothing can stop him from fucking you; however, he notices the look in your eyes, why did you look so anxious about it now? It instantly calms him down; he wouldn’t want to hurt you, but he doesn’t understand why you care so much about such unimportant things as physical attributes.

To him, there’s only one solution, make you understand how much he wants you.

When he’s having sex with you, he would tell you how good your pussy feels around his cock, how you were the only one who could make him come; and it boosted your self-esteem, it was really helping.

At any time of the day he would let know how much he desires you and how much he wants to feel your pussy, it would go from a simple handwritten note to a call where he would tell you, how he is aroused by the simple thought of you, and how couldn’t wait to be back home make you feel good, he would even call you and tell you all sorts of things to make you horny.

And the moment he comes home, you want him, he would passionately kiss you and show you how he missed your warm body, and eventually with arousal you would first accept him to finger you until you felt comfortable enough to have him go down on you.

And he’s addicted to it, he’s always so hungry for you, every time he would tell you how beautiful your pussy is, how good you taste; eventually you would start to feel better about yourself.

Arthur protection squad: @cigznvalentines  @skaravile @lyoongx @weirdflecksbutok @help-i-am-obssessed @arthurfleckjoker2019 @theartistdetective @jaylovesbats @niniitah-ah @soulsdontbreaktheybeeend @fleckcmscott

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Here’s my long ass review of TGCF that literally no one asked for it i have opinions and I have no one to tell them too so i must write them out and post them. (also part of this is abt the mdzs novel bc i can’t not compare them and I have a lot of thoughts abt that too)

This is very very long so it’s going under a read more. Spoilers ahead!!

Okay so first off this book was a fucking behemoth i can’t believe i read all of that (minus the extras) in under a week.. what the fuck. I definetly got reading fatigue halfway thru book 3.

I’m gonna separate my thoughts into sections bc i  have a few points that don’t all relate

firstly, overall writing and organization:

I said it earlier but tgcf is a lot more structurally sound than mdzs imo. My biggest criticism of the MDZS novel (minus the bad sex scenes, homophobia, and general I hate mxtxness of it) was the way the flashbacks were presented. 

Like OH MY GOD they were presented so badly. I hated that the flashback was told intermittently and only when one of the characters invoked the past. For example, when WWX meets Jiang Cheng and a second time, Jin Ling distracts JC to release “Mo Xuanyu” bc he saved his life in the Nie Ancestral hall earlier. WWX then proceeds to be the self sacrificing dude he is and take away Jin Ling’s curse and put it on himself. When he escapes and returns to LWJ, LWJ offers to carry him.

 If you watched CQL, you know exactly what LWJ is referring to when he says smth to the effect of “You once offered to carry me too, remember.” HOWEVER in the novel you don’t know what he’s talking about. This is because the flashback wasn’t been revealed to you yet. The next chapter goes to tell the flashback. I think that this takes away all of the emotional depth away from the scene. But in CQL, having the flashback already be known, you make the connection on your own and are like “awww wangji remembers that.. even 16 years later.“ Its a lot sweeter bc you know what the two have gone thru. At this point in the MDZS novel its barely the 30th chapter or so and you have no real idea what wangxian have been thru together or what reasons wangji has for loving wwx. You just think, well obviously they like each other bc this is a danmei novel and they are the two leads, ofc they have to like each other. But in cql, you learn through watching them that they’re in love. It’s not just like”well they have to be!! its a bl!!”

Okay that was a rlly long side tangent but it makes me so angry. So what did any of that have to do with TGCF?? well tgcf doesn’t have this issue. In fact, i believe that it gains a lot from having the flashback withheld from the reader. 

I really liked how the flashbacks were contained to books 2 and 4 respectively because it adds a layer of mystery. Hua Cheng is a very secretive man so it makes sense for us to not know everything about him upfront. The way that the author teases and hints little things at you make you want to know more, making it all the more satisfying when the truth is revealed. Because in a way you Know that Hua Cheng meets Xie Lian before and you know that he’s the child XL saved during the God Pleasing Ceremony but you don’t know all the details. Like obviously since Hua Cheng is a ghost you know that he’s died and it was likely for Xie Lian or Xian le’s sake but you probably never expected that he actually died twice. Once on the battle field and second when he took the human face disease. I think the difference between these flashbacks and the flashbacks in MDZS result from the length. In TGCF you get two long concise flashbacks that make sense to be placed where they are. Book 2 because you already have a feel and hint at what the characters have been through and book 4 because the White No Face appears again so then you learn how he and Xie Lian met before. It wouldn’t make sense to place book 2 any earlier bc there is no emotional impact. And it doesn’t make sense to place book 4 earlier because you don’t know what the white no face’s deal is so it’d be confusing. In MDZS, you get numerous short flashbacks happening alongside the main story and it makes it hard to piece together the timeline in a way that feels satisfying. Ik a lot of ppl grill cql for having a confusing intro episode and having a rlly long flashback but its much better than the mdzs novel. However the mdzs donghua handles the flashback in the most concise way imo.

Overall i think the way the story is structured is very good and is a step up from mdzs. Also the horror aspects of tgcf are rlly enjoyable and honestly i think mxtx should just write short horror stories at this point. like enough long ass novels chock full of fetishization. just write some fun horror with no romance and call it a day.. pls

Side Characters:

okay so straight up, i think the side characters arent used as well as they were in mdzs bc mxtx wanted to focus on hualian and didn’t want to give the side characters as much focus. This is a weaker point of the novel.

I’ll get into it more below but i think hua cheng was done dirty as a character by having him rlly only care abt xie lian. Since he doesn;t have any real relationships with others outside of xie lian this takes away from having more depth in the side characters. They’re really only related as far as xie lian’s relationship with them. Though thankfully xie lian gets rather close with a few officials and the ones we get to see more of are rlly interesting. I especially loved the reconciliation of mu qing, feng xin, and xie lian at the end of book 5. honestly their relationship was one my favorites and i’m glad they finally said what they had to say to each other after 800 fucking years. Also Shi Qingxuan is a delight. we stan sqx in this house.

The characters i wish we had seen more of were yushi huang (although she didnt rlly want to be there, good for her), Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu. I very much wish yizhen and yin yus story happened earlier on and we had more time with them. It felt strange to have their subplot occur towards the end and it was sort of out of place but i liked them a lot!! i wish there was more to it. and that there was a reconcilation but mxtx hates happy shidi’s doesnt she, (glares at novel jc). Also man yin yu did NOT have to die like that i’m sad.

Also, honestly.. i don’t think qi rong added to the story whatsoever and i have no clue why he and guzi were there. qi rong just pissed me off the whole time and added literally nothing.

going back to yushi huang, i’d like to say for the millionth time that i hate how mxtx uses any of her female characters. like we get it.. u hate women being useful... im still pressed but what i want to say has been said many times before so ill leave it at that.

Hualian:

I really really did like hualian at the end. They had a truly epic love story and it was so beautiful, especially when hua cheng repeated his words as wuming to xie lian as he started to disappear. But, I said it once and i’ll say it again. I don’t think Hualian is a super healthy relationship. As fiction its fine (i firmly believe fiction impacts reality but let me finish), i guess bc literally nothing about their situation can be replicated irl and none of it ended up containing manipulation or abuse or anything bad but there was a potential for it to and i’m really glad it didnt go that route.

Hualian is a highly idealized and romanticized relationship full of some truly troubling feelings of self worth. While its “beautiful” in a way that hc really was xls most devoted believer, it wasnt healthy for him to live for xl like this. Nor was it healthy for xl to feel so unworthy of hua chengs love.  

Hua Cheng’s devotion to Xie Lian is a little too extreme and it bothers me. When the truth was revealed abt the Temple of 10,000 Gods I had the same reaction as Mu Qing and Feng Xin. I was like... HEY WHAT THE FUCKK that’s a little uh... thats NOT HEALTHY,, dianxia PLEASE say smth. But ofc Xie Lian didn’t say fucking anything and and i was so pissed. Like the whole thing of Hua Cheng living his life solely for XIe Lian is really kinda fucked up and not romantic. I was holding out hope that at some point XIe Lian would sit him down and be like “Hey! I love you and i’m really grateful that all these years you’ve still believed in me when no one else did. But you can’t just live your life for my sake. You deserve love from many other other people and deserve to have a life and happiness outside of me. I still want to spend the rest of my life with you, but you need to not only think of me.” or something to that effect

It bothers me that after Xie Lian learns the truth he doesn’t once reassure Hua Cheng that he didn’t have to make Xie Lian his reason for existence. Like.. idk i just think that’s rlly kinda unhealthy. Like I understand why Hua Cheng is so deeply devoted to Xie Lian-- he saved his life twice and was the only one to ever show him kindness and he’s seen xie lian suffer a fate worse than death multiple times. I get that he wants to protect him and make his life easier, but to not let anyone else into his life and spend 800 years looking for xie lian is just overkill. Like if the whole 10k statues thing never happened i’d be 100 percent fine with hualin but the whole devotion to that extent... uhhh yea.. no that put a bad taste in my mouth. Obsession should not be romanticised. I don’t think any reader of tgcf is going out and deciding to live like hua cheng obviously but still.

Also Side note, the whole 100 swords scene.. bro i felt for hua cheng, the way he screamed seeing that, i don’t blame him. I was so horrified reading that chapter. i don’t think i’ve been so horrified by a piece of media like that in a while. Poor fucking xie lian.. oh my god. I understand the intense reaction he had and how seeing that prompted such a degree of loyalty but still.. 10k statues?? the cave that mu qing and feng xin saw... thats a little too much obssession... like please.. dial it back.. im begging u.

I was talking to mary (liviahyes) and she said smth abt how Hua Cheng doesn’t have a character outside of xie lian. And she’s right, he kinda doesn’t. If Xie Lian didn’t exist neither would Hua Cheng. I get that that counds kinda romantic but in practice i don’t think its a good things. Especially because Xie Lian has a story outside of Hua Cheng, hehas goals, he has friends, he has something. Hua Cheng said it-- his only dream is Xie Lian. Which is romantic but very very unbalanced. 

THAT BEING SAID, i still rly liked their relationship and i think theyre cute they just have issues they need to work through. I mean they have time but yea. It wasn’t perfect but eh. overall i’m bitter bc they couldve been THAT COUPLE but theyre so many bad implications as mentioned above and i.. smh. They still have amazing moments. Like the lantern scene, the alter scene, the “what matters is you, not the state of you”, the end when hua cheng helps release the shackles on xie lian, the scene where hua cheng disappears, the way xie lian waited for him, like they were so close to being THAT COUPLE but then mxtx and her fujo ass just had to make it uncomfortable like that. i’m so bitter. Like the reason why i wrote out all of this is bc this novel could’ve been great but so many little things added up and made the experience far more sour than it shouldve been.

MXTX did hua cheng SO DIRTY by not giving him a character much outside of loving xie lian and being good at everything. Like when I first learned abt how Hua Cheng beat 33 heavenly officials at what they excel in best i was like WHO IS THIS LEGEND but honestly.. he rlly doesn’t have any motivations outside of helping xie lian and I wish he had more to him . Like if we had more situations like the one where hua cheng dug out his own eye to save the group of mortals on mount tong’lu then he’d have been a much more well rounded character. Honestly, that’s rlly the only instance where he seems to have taken xie lians ideals to heart. I wish we had more of that bc that scene was so cool. i wish it hadn’t been revealled so late and there was more than one occasion where he defends others (minus xie lian ofc) without anything for himself to gain that.

To contrast hualian with wangxian, i think wangxian work so well bc at their core, they have the same life goals and same ideas about people and the world. Where in hualian, xie lian has core principles and morals and hua cheng is just like, anything for xie lian. SMH they couldve been great but overall i think hualian falls flat for me because of my own fear of dating someone who doesn’t have a life outside of dating me. Moreso, my parents had this sort of unbalanced relationship towards the end of their marriage and it ended very badly and yea, i just can’t whole heartedly love relationships that in any way resemble this, even if it ends differently. that’s a personal thing tho.

I don’t think Hua Cheng has ANY bad intentions towards Xie Lian or ever will. I don’t think he’s ever manipulated xl or tried to force him to love him. But again, it’s my own personal feelings that makes me feel kinda.. ehh conflicted abt hualian. There was potential but again.. fujoshis ruin everything... smh. Overall i think the way it ended redeemed the issues it had but still there were issues and i really wish xie lian like,, reassured hua cheng about living his life freely at some point but whatever. 

IN CONCLUSION

TGCF had the potential to be better than mdzs, it rlly did but it was bogged down by the authors own toxic mentalities abt love, and mlm relationships, and treating women like ppl and it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I enjoyed this book, truly i did (otherwise i wouldn’t have stuck through and read 750k words of it) but there are some flaws that cannot be glossed over. I hope that tgcf when it does get adapted, goes through the same miracle that cql did and makes the characters more like ppl and less like tropes but i doubt it. Also i highly doubt that a live action tgcf is feasible given the supernatural aspects of the series but we shall see. I’m excited for the donghua when it eventual comes out but i will continue to be critical of the novel bc..well.. you see why. idk if i’d reccommend this book tbh bc like yes i would, no i would... well.. </3. yea. overall, it sure was something that i enjoyed in spades. especially the last 5 chapters. I generally liked it but had many issues with it at the same time, but honestly, yea thats the standard fair for a mxtx novel.