#〘 I'm used to this level of disappointment 〙= OOC

[profundcherrylady]

SINGLE DAD!SAE ITOSHI

A/N: Idk how many of these I'm gonna make but the next one is gonna be craaaazy. You can check the last one here

Warnings: None. It's really short y'all I'm sorry for that, I'll do better next time 😔

Contents: Sae being awkward, ooc Rin at the beginning. Fluff because this is what it's all about.

Description: Sae gets home from a long trip and worries he might not be spending enough time with his daughter when he sees her getting along with Rin.

Sae struggled, as he always did, to open the front door. He didn't know why but it just stuck sometimes during the winter. The cold, he guesses; regardless it was still annoying. He got inside the apartment, luggage being pulled from behind him inside as well, and he closed the door quickly before taking off his shoes. As soon as he was in, his ears were filled with the sound of his daughter's giggling, so he finished setting aside his coat to walk around the corner into the living room.

"I'm home." for the first time ever, Mao didn't run to his arms as she usually did whenever he got home. She was too distracted playing with Rin, apparently, because she didn't even notice his presence or heard his voice. He watched as Rin wore some kind of puppet on his hand with a poor dinosaur shape, sitting at the ground yet seemingly having fun with his niece. She was containing her laugh, jumping in her place as she tried to express her thoughts on words.

"Do it again, do it again!!" she exclaimed. Rin let out a huff before responding.

"I don't think so, it's late and- hey, watch out, the dinosaur is going to eat you!" he aimed his hand to her neck as if the dinosaur was eating her. He wasn't being agressive, it was literally just him tickling her and making pretend dinosaur sounds to make it look like she was actually being eaten, yet she started rolling on the ground, laughing uncontrollably at the game.

"Again, again!!!"

"I'm home." Sae repeated, succeeding in gaining their attention. Mao stopped laughing as she spotted him, but even though she seemed happy, she wasn't as eager to jump and hug him like she always was. This was strange.

"Hi, papa!"

"Seems like that's my cue. I'm outta here." the younger Itoshi took off the dinosaur puppet and set it aside, making Mao do a little disappointed sound at the knowledge that he had to go while he stood up.

"Awwww, can you stay a little more?"

"Sorry kid, I have to go. I'll see you next time your dad decides to abandon you, though."

"Don't tell her that." Rin just shrugged, dismissing his brother's words as he walked out.

Now Sae felt a little weird. His daughter had this really sad face watching his brother go and she didn't even seem interested in the fact that he was back after being away for three weeks. Weeks. Like, what was up with her today? She was so attached to him normally; she literally begged to sleep in his room to feel near him and now she wasn't even looking at him. He saw Mao wave at her uncle as he left and then, FINALLY, look at him. But the words that came out of her mouth almost sent him into a coma.

"When are you gonna abandon me next?"

"What?" he almost choked as he answered. "I've never abandoned you, you know that. I travel for buisness; not because I don't want to be with you."

"Okay, but when are you going away?"

"Why are you asking me to go away?"

"So uncle Rin can come over again!" Sae was absolutely baffled; he could not believe what his ears were telling him. Was he away that much? Was he not spending enough time with his daughter? Was he leaving her alone so much that she started getting used to his absence? Absolutely not. He had to fix this at once.

He knelt down to her level and looked straight into her eyes, "Mao sweetie, there's no need to look so sad. I'm here, you know? I can be just as fun as your uncle. What do you say we play together?"

"Isn't it my bedtime now?" True. His flight did land pretty late, it was always like that. He would arrive late and come home to scold his daughter about staying up past her bedtime, but he couldn't care any less about it at the moment.

"Well, lucky you; you have a special permission to stay up late today. Now come on, let's play."

"What are we playing?"

"Um... let's see..." he looked around to find something that could be entertaining, and picked up the dinosaur puppet Rin was using earlier. "This. I can continue with... whatever game Rin was playing with you. What is it about?"

"It's dinosaur attack! The dinosaur has to attack me."

"Why?"

"That's how the game works!" he watched as his daughter made him put on the puppet on his hand, so he sat on the ground.

"But... what is the purpose of the dinosaur attacking you?"

"It's fun!"

"I can't see how it is..." he didn't really understand it, but if it would make her happy then he could give it a try. If Rin did it, how hard could it be? "Alright... here I go then."

"Papa! Dinosaurs don't tell when they're about to attack! It has to be a surprise!"

"Right. Right..." so confusing. This game had literally no meaning or purpose; how did his daughter enjoy it?

He gave it a try and pretended to attack with the puppet, but it was a rather soft attack. He couldn't help it; he just felt the need to be soft. Taking the risk of hurting her would kill him... but now he was killing her out of boredom.

"Papaaaaaa! You're supposed to make the dinosaur noises!"

"What dinosaur noises?"

"Like 'raaaaawwwwr!!' Uncle Rin always does it! And then he makes munch sounds like the dinosaur is eating me."

"Stop comparing me with your uncle, please." this was getting ridiculous. Not only was he failing completely at bonding with his daughter, but she just kept talking about how much fun Rin was. Since when was his brother good with kids anyway? Sae thought he hated children.

He then saw his daughter huff and puff her cheeks in a disappointed manner. "Nevermimd... you don't know how to play this game right, papa. You're so bad at it."

...Bad? Him? Bad at something?

Even worse, bad at spending time with his own daughter.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves; we'll try a different game." he then proceeded to take off the puppet from his hand. "What else do you wanna play?"

"Can I play princess?"

"I don't see why not." in fact, playing princess sounded a lot easier than whatever the hell Rin was playing with her earlier. How could playing princess go wrong?

"Papa, wear the tiara!" he froze, the words stuck in his throat as he struggled to find an answer. Sae did not expect her to want HIM to be the princess.

"You don't want to be the princess, honey? I think you'd do a much better job than me at that." he tried to gently coax her out of this decision. Now, don't come at him; it's not like he feels that his masculinity is being threatened if he wears a tiara, he couldn't care less. But it was still a little embarrassing, as he had never played the rol of a princess before and he didn't have any idea of how to do it. However, it was all for naught, as he saw his daughter shaking her head.

"No, you be the princess! I'll rescue you!"

"Is it really what you want? Wouldn't you rather be a pretty princess?"

"No, I wanna be the hero! I'm gonna rescue you, papa!" and how could he say no to those sparkling little eyes?

He sighed. "Alright... rescue me then." he finally took the shiny tiara and put it on his head a little awkwardly, while Mao ran around looking for something to use as a pretend sword, then settling for a cardboard tube that was left in the counter from the kitchen towels.

He kept a close eye on her, just ensuring she wasn't doing anything dangerous, until she came back and scattered around some pillows and plushies from her room. A little part of him cringed at the situation and the mess his daughter was making in the living room, knowing he would have to clean it later (or tomorrow), but he wasn't about to scold her when he was trying to spend quality time with her.

"All set!" she finally announced. "Obstacles and enemies!"

And he didn't really need to do anything either, he just sat there on the ground while Mao jumped, ran and played away all her energy pretending to rescue the princess (him). He saw her pretend to struggle, almost giggled at her uncoordinated movements and play-pretend, sighed 'impatiently' as he waited to be 'rescued' and struggled to hold back from helping her everytime she almost fell. Then after what felt like an eternity, she finally got to him, smile wide and beaming excitement at achieving her goal. And he smiled at her too, because maybe this was what parenting was about. Even when busy, just spending a few more minutes awake and pushing her bedtime a little bit later could make both of their days and mantain a healthy bond between them.

"You made it."

"I'm here to rescue you, papa! I mean, princess! I've come to save you from... the evil dinosaur!" she took that same puppet dinosaur once again and beat the hell out of it with her fake sword, and Sae had to retain his laugh.

"Okay, I think he's dead now."

"Now you're free!" she continued to celebrate, but it was clear now that she was pretty tired. It was past her bedtime and she has played like there was no tomorrow, so she let out a little yawn.

"Thank you for rescuing me." he carefully picked her on his arms and stood up, noticing her almost passing out from exhaustion, dropping the toys from her hands and getting hugging him back as she yawned once again. "Now, I think this little hero needs her rest after such an adventurous mission. Let's just get you to bed." Sae shifted her a little so he could take off the tiara and place it on the coffee table (for now), then walked towards the little girl's room. She was fast asleep now, breathing steady and calm as he carried her across the hallway and opened the door to her room. Once she was settled safely into bed, he took a last glance at her before going out to sleep himslef.

He should spend more time with her, take her with him to more places. Not only because he was feeling guilty that he may not be around enough, but because sometimes he was so busy with his tight schedule that he had the bad habit of forgetting. He forgot how much he loves being a father, and every second he spent with her seeing her smile and hearing her laughter and doing the childish stuff she does, he remembers. So yes, he should spend more time with his daughter. To make sure he never forgets his reasons to keep going.

[safebear]

Prey

~ Minors do NOT interact~

~ warnings: smut, predator/prey dynamic, spanking, rough play, leash/collar play, bdsm, foot job, master calling, spit sharing, wriothesley (possibly ooc), x fem! reader

~ a/n: Man, I've been sitting on this one for a while now, but I finally finished it. Thank you to @princesschimchim1325 for helping me come up with ideas. I hope you guys enjoy and I hope that Wrio isn't too ooc🥰🐺❤️

Word Count: 1630

He tries to move his wrists to break free but the restraints stop him from being able to move much. He's breathing heavily, tired and fed up from the endless teasing you've given him. His cock, throbbing with the need for release, precum leaking from his tip. For the past couple of hours, you've had Wriothesley on his knees in front of you, with his wrists tied behind his back while you hold onto a leash that is attached to the collar around his neck. He's beginning to regret saying yes to your 'proposal' to experiment with your sex life. He was interested in you having complete control this time but he didn't think you'd be this ruthless.

"What's wrong pet?~" You ask while tilting your head innocently. He meets your eyes and glares at you.

Sweat runs down his body while his body quivers. "You know what's wrong. Don't act innocent."

His deep voice sends chills down your spine, raising your excitement levels.

You enjoyed when Wriothesley was always the one in control of you, when he ravaged your body like an animal losing control. When you came to him earlier with this idea, he didn't know you had a deeper purpose for this plan. Yes, you wanted to test out what it was like to have control over him, but you also wanted to see him completely lose control, more than he ever has. Plus, isn't it fun to see your wolf boyfriend begging for release and pleasure.

"Hm, I'm not sure what you're talking about. But if you want something from me, you'll have to use your words. Beg." You smirked as you look down at him.

He kept his mouth shut, debating whether he should give you what you want.

You noticed his hesitation so you decided to persuade him. You move your foot back to his throbbing cock, lightly touching the red tip then going down the side of his cock. He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath, relishing in the attention you're giving his cock. Suddenly, you pull on the leash, pulling him closer to you as he grunts from the tightness of the pull.

"I said beg."

As he was about to begin begging, you added to your words, something you knew would get him to break.

"Puppy~"

That's what caused him to snap. He broke free from his restraints, roughly grabbing your hands to turn you around and hold them against your back. He slammed you down over the desk, knocking the wind out of you. Although you knew this would happen, it still surprised you. He noticed your stunned state and smirked.

"What's wrong? I thought you planned this." He whispers in your ear. Your eyes widened. He chuckles.

"You thought I wouldn't figure out your plan all along? Your plan to make me lose full control with your endless teasing and edging. Especially with that little nickname."

"You know I'm nothing like a puppy. I'm a beast after all." His tip prods at your entrance then slips in all the way. The sudden fullness of his cock inside you caused both slight pain and pleasure to fill your senses.

After a moment of waiting for you to adjust, he pulled all the way out to the tip then shoved himself back in to the hilt. He continued, going at a steady but deep pace. Noises of skin against skin from his pelvis smacking against your ass filled the room.

Wriothesley could tell you were getting close, but you couldn't come yet. He wouldn't let you. Not until you were begging for him to let you come. He stilled his movements, causing a whine of disappointment to leave you. You looked back at him, pouting.

"What? Do you want something? You're going to have to use your words to tell me what you want. Beg." he teased.

"Fuck me." you whined. That wasn't enough for him though.

SMACK.

You yelped from the sudden smack against your right cheek. "Remember your manners. What do we say when we ask for something."

"P-please."

SMACK.

"Say it clearly now."

"Please." You said in a small voice.

SMACK.

"I can't hear you. Louder."

"Please."

SMACK.

"Now altogether."

"Fuck me please."

SMACK.

"Again. I don't truly believe you want me to fuck you."

Getting annoyed and fed up from the teasing, you gave him what he wanted. "Fuck me Sir! I want you to fuck me until I can't think anymore. Please ruin me Sir!"

He chuckles and leans over you and whispers in your ear. "That's my good little pet."

He continues his rough pace of pounding into you, finally giving you what you begged so nicely for.

You're in bliss as your eyes roll back and tongue hangs out of your mouth as drool dribbles out the side. Your moans fill the room, reaching his ears like a symphony.

"Good. Let it out. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

During your blissed out state, you didn't notice how the collar that was around his neck, ended up around yours instead until you hear the click and the tightness of the collar around your throat. He pulls the leash causing your back to arch, making it easier to hit that one spot inside of you. It's wasn't so hard to cause pain but just in case, you both knew the safe word you discussed before hand.

Your moans get louder, the pleasure from the light tightness around your throat and his cock going in and out of you taking over your mind. You chant his name.

"More please master".

He smirks. He slows his pace, knowing how it'll get to you. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you whimper.

"Don't worry my little mouse. I just want to make sure you're able to fully and thoroughly enjoy my cock". He pulls your upper half up so his chest is to your back and holds you close, wandering his hands over your body. He gropes your breasts while he uses the collar to tilt your head to the side to give him access. He kisses your cheek, trailing to your ear, then below it. He licks and nips the exposed skin of your neck that isn't covered by the collar, leaving hickies to mark his territory.

While doing that, his hand trails down from your breast to your stomach, then lower to your clit. He gently rubs it, causing you to twitch and moan. He begins to rub circles on it while marking you.

You're hoping he let's you cum finally. But suddenly, he removes his hand. You begin to get annoyed from the denied pleasure. He gently grabs your face so it's facing his.

"Open." he commands.

You follow his order without complaint, opening your mouth. He puts two of his fingers in your mouth.

"Lick them clean now." You do as he says, licking your nectar off of his fingers.

"Good girl." He removes his fingers. Still holding your mouth open, he opens his mouth, allowing his spit to spill into your mouth.

You groan as you feel it run down your tongue.

"Now swallow." You close your mouth and swallow, opening your mouth again to show him.

He groans. "Fuck. I think you deserve a reward for that." You tighten around him, letting him know your excitement. He smirks. He pulls his cock out of you. "Get on your back, spread your legs, and I'll give you your reward."

You quickly turn around and lay on your back and spread your legs wide for him.

"Good pet." He grabs the back of one of your thighs, helping to keep your legs spread and pumps his cock a few times. He rubs the head of his cock on your slit before finally entering you. Your head falls back at the fullness of his cock. He begins at a normal pace, quickly turning into a faster pace.

His thumb rubs your clit, helping you reach your climax faster.

Yes's and don't stop's left your lips as you neared your climax. He watched as you fell apart, squirting on his cock. He continues his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. He's close himself, chasing his own release which he's been waiting so long for. You feel that tightness in your abdomen return quickly, warning you of your second orgasm.

He curses as his cock twitches, pounding faster, knowing it was going to leave you sore tomorrow but neither of you cared. You both just wanted to feel that mind-breaking pleasure. He bends over, catching your lips in a rough kiss. He bites your bottom lip as you both finally cum together. His warm seed filling your womb, as you once again squirt on his cock. You shake and twitch from the pleasure. He holds you close, trying to calm you down by smothering your face with kisses.

Once he knows you've finally calmed down, he gets up and heads to your shared bathroom, coming back to you with a warm washcloth. He gently wipes you down while massaging other parts of your body that are sore from your rough session. During this, he praises you by telling you how good you were for him and apologizes if he was too rough. You bask in his soft aftercare. It tells you how much he cares about you.

After he's done, you pull him to lay down on the bed, snuggling up close to him. He softly smiles and holds you tight, rubbing your back. You place a kiss on his neck, silently telling him goodnight. He replies by kissing the top of your head. You both fall asleep, tired but satisfied from a rough session of love making.

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IV)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.8k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: Reader's parents are fucking irresponsible and disgusting people, mentions of a dead parent, Homelander!!!! (he's a fucking warning), sexual assault (touching, kissing, etc.) and some after thoughts, you know the usual questionable stuff on TB universe, Ben's point of view and presence=red flag.

Notes: more about reader's past in here! And just want to add that this is how i imagine her suit on this chapter. I'm also using a lot of inspo from Sue Storm of the Fantastic Four because I love her, so yeah. And thanks so much for reading it means a lot to me! ^^

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @blacknoirr @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part IV: Countdown

2009

"Spectrum, turn around, please," the lady on the other side of the camera ordered.

You did as she told, turning slowly and showing a complete view of your suit. Made of unstable molecules, the suit was your best creation at the time. It was all white with black details, and finally you had something covering your whole body that'd turn invisible when you commanded. Your boots were the same, specially built to disappear and blend with your powers when needed.

"Great, show us what you can do," the woman said.

You nodded, your heart beating so hard on your chest. You didn't want to fuck it up. Not for your mother. She was the main reason why you were there in the first place. You took a deep breath, with eyes closed you raised your palms at your chest level and created a force field around your figure. The force fields you learnt to make over the years of self training were like gigantic bubbles that allowed you to float around if you said so, and they protected you or anyone or anything they were covering.

The camera, the couch, the table, and any single thing you found in the room were now surrounded by the fields, lifting them up a couple of feet from the surface. And once you thought it was enough, they landed slowly on their place, the fields vanished just like the one around yourself. Though the lady on the other side didn't seem amused or surprised.

"I also turn invisible," you said for the first time after your personal presentation was over.

"Go on," she plainly answered.

And within seconds, you slowly disappeared from her sight. The fabric of the suit faded away.

"I created this special costume to turn invisible without, you know, being naked," you commented.

Still, there was no clear answer on the face of the woman. She was just busy taking notes and filming your audition with the steady camera on the table. She said nothing, her eyes glued to her writing. Disappointed, you made yourself visible again.

"That's impressive!"

You gasped. It was that voice you heard so many times on TV. His steps came closer and he stopped by your side with a smile on his face.

"Homelander," the woman called with a wide, fake grin. "You weren't supposed to be in here."

"Just passing by, wanted to say hi. I'm really amazed by you, darling."

You tried to smile the best you could. But you were so tense and flustered now that he was in front of you. Your childhood hero, coming to see you at your audition. Even before you got a clear response from Vought. It felt like a dream. Any child had dreamt of it at some point.

You grew up with him and the Seven. He was one of the reasons you forgot every single problem and responsibility your dysfunctional, selfish family put you through from a young age. To them, you were just a doll to play with and show off. The perfect daughter. But seeing the Seven was totally different. You wanted to be like them. Too sad this part was also linked to your mother and her self-centered shit. If only...

"Thank you," you barely answered with a soft voice, looking down on your boots.

"I've been out there, hesitating if I should come in, since you created those force fields. Wow!" he praised, making you chuckle. "You left the door open on purpose, didn't you two?"

All you could do was chuckle again, you felt your cheeks burning at his banter. He smiled along with you before turning his eyes to the lady.

"Hey, Greta. Can you leave us alone for a moment?"

"But I have to-"

Homelander chuckled, cutting her words. "Absolutely no, I can continue for you. Remember?"

Greta, as he called her, swallowed thickly and her eyes switched between you and the supe. "Sure, sir."

She lifted herself up from the chair, took her things and went out. You noticed the camera was still in place, that meant it was still rolling.

Once the door closed. "So..." he began, walking a circle around you. "How'd you create this... costume of yours?"

"Well, I like science," you nervously smiled, playing with your glove-covered hands. He passed by your face this time and paced around one more time. "It took me a while to figure out how but I did something with the molecules, created my own patent of the matter and did this complete costume."

Homelander stopped at your back. He hummed. "Smart. Tell me..."

His pause made you answer what he was looking for. "Spectrum."

"Spectrum, why do you want to be part of the Seven so bad?"

Homelander dragged your alias with a dark voice, one that replaced the long warm and welcoming tone he had with you at first. You licked your lips, anxious and out of words. Once behind your figure, he angled himself so close to one of your ears that you felt his hot breath on your skin.

"So? I know you have something to say, dear."

"I- I just want to help others... Do what you guys do..."

The next thing you felt was the supe's strong body pressing on your ass. You gasped loudly as his hands grabbed the sides of your hips forcing you to fall back against his chest.

"Go on," Homelander whispered.

One of his hands roamed over your stomach slowly, right under your breasts, and you were absolutely caged on his grip. You took deep breaths, closing your eyes as he touched you over the suit.

"I- I know science, I told you. Also I can help the team w-with new inventions of my own... Create technology t-to fight very bad threats," you stuttered.

"Mmmh, yeah, I like the sound of that," Homelander chuckled against your neck, his lips tracing soft and unwanted kisses on your skin.

"Please- ah!"

He harshly pushed you against his groin. Your breath caught in your throat at the feel of his crotch. This wasn't what you thought it was. This was not what your mother signed you up for.

"Tell me, did your father know how much of a fucking slut you are?" Homelander hissed, his hand cupping your covered breast.

Something inside you emerged at his question. His touch was disgusting and it was making you sick and the mention of your father, your dead father, made it even worse.

"What do you know about him?" you asked in a dark whisper, still planning your next move.

Deep inside, you were scared of Homelander, it was a new face he had yet to show to the world.

"Just the basics, honey," he said plainly, forcing you to walk with a grip on your arm. The supe sat on the couch and pushed you to his lap. "He was quite the rich man, Edgar knew you'd be a great deal to the company, well, your money of course."

You let out a gasp. "What?"

"Honey, he was one of our most valuable shareholders," he playfully answered, his hands cupping your cheeks.

And it clicked. Your mother supported your dream just because she'd still be getting profits from Vought. The firm was now under her name, and she needed something more to strengthen the relationship between Vought and your father's inheritance. The fucking witch. And then, your father. He was the one financing this piece of shit sitting between your legs. Were all supes like this behind their masks? If so, fucking crap. Everything you believed in was bullshit. A circus. And they clowned you so well. And above all, the sickening man that had been touching you without your permission the past endless minutes...

"Oh, poor thing, you didn't know," Homelander's intense blue eyes widened when he immediately noticed your confused, blank face.

Your eyes filled with tears and still, you refused to cry in front of the asshole you once admired.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you here with us," he smirked. His fingers on your neck, feeling your pulse. You closed your eyes so hard, your nose wrinkled and you held back a sob when his hand added pressure around your collar. He leaned closer, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you tried to resist his touch. "So fucking useful," Homelander whispered against your lips. He gave you that mischievous grin of his. You shivered. "I can't wait to ruin you. Every single inch of you."

The same past memory of Homelander haunted you the next day. The way you found out about your father's business with Vought and how the supes showed their real faces was the main reason you were here now.

You remembered you had to hit Homelander as hard as you could to escape from him and use your force field to protect yourself before running away and leaving the tower, fully invisible. Not that it was a great help since Homelander had a lot of abilities with his vision, and he could hear the beating of your heart miles away, but for you, it was worth the try. It was a surprise he didn't follow you that day. Instead, Vought got a new deal with your mother for the budget and you hated that. You cut all communication with what was left of your family after that day, knowing it could've been so much worse.

Homelander and Vought, however, were after you now. And he was a difficult face to forget. Not only because he was faking everything from the public but because Vought was after your father's money. And deciding to step away from all the illegal stuff they did, you left for college. Science was always a part of you and it's what got you here, under Grace Mallory and the CIA, doing different jobs you were not so proud of, but now, you were looking for a cure. It was all that mattered those days, until you found out that your mother had been experimented on during her pregnancy. A fucking lie. That's what your life was. That's why she cheered you to go to that stupid audition and fell into the hands of that monster at twenty-three years old.

The thought of your father supporting the horrid things Vought and the Seven did for decades was unbearable, and since Homelander's visit the night before caused those memories and nightmares to be back. It took a great effort to get out of bed and come to work that day. You'd make sure to compensate yourself for it later. But now, you were in a hurry to your daily session with Soldier Boy. You saved your phone in the pocket of your trousers after checking the time as you walked down the aisle, grabbing tightly the report of your patient with your other hand. Well, thirty minutes late wasn't nothing.

"Doctor!" you heard a female voice running towards you in the halls that made you turn on your heels. It was your young assistant.

"Hey, Bianca. What's wrong?" you asked as you noticed she was a little out of breath.

"We ran another test. The supe survived," she blurted, handing you a tablet that you didn't take. Sometimes the change in the results was minimal.

"That's great. Any significant improvements?"

"Well, just minimal effects. Right now some fever, fatigue, dehydration, and uhm, low pulse."

You sighed after another illusion. "Right. I don't think those are minimal effects, Bianca. Please check our patient and see how the powers are working. Run blood tests, all tests you can and then you can provide me the results. I'm a little busy right now."

She nodded with a shy smile, looking around subtly. "Sure."

You smiled back as best as you could. "Anything else?"

"No, it's just- I see you go this way a lot," Bianca pointed to the direction you were heading with her gaze. "That's Soldier Boy, isn't he?"

Your brows furrowed. "Why you ask?"

"Nothing, well, my grandpa used to talk about him all the time," she giggled. "I was just curious, sorry."

"No problem. I get it. But I really have to go, please make sure those results are on my desk by the end of the day," you ordered kindly.

"I will."

"Thanks, Bianca."

With that, you gave a last smile and began your walk again away from her, slower than before. For some reason something was off since you entered the building. It felt different. Totally weird. For the record, since Homelander threatened to have your head off, you paid twice the attention to your surroundings and the people around. You didn't know if there was something big planning right now in front of your nose. You just walked a couple of feet when you felt someone following behind, that was probably watching over you. In a swift movement, you turned on your heels but no one was there. The aisle was empty.

Bianca was already gone and almost no one would wander on this wing of the building, for obvious reasons. With caution you resumed your steps, telling yourself that you were not going insane.

"Robert Singer and I have been hard at work bridging the divide between the human and Superhuman communities. I've seen that divide firsthand in my three years running the FBSA—"

Ben scoffed, taking the TV controller to turn the screen off. "Bullshit."

He stood in the middle of the room with nothing but a towel hanging down his hips after taking a shower, taking the last smoke of his blunt. He grew tired of waiting for you, so he just took a shower and now, everything on the fucking channels was the stupid campaign by Victoria Neuman being supported by Vought and the fucking brat he was supposed to call his son.

With a deep breath, he finished the weed and threw the remains on the ashtray over the new coffee table. His mind started to wander away, realizing he had been a little calm the last couple of days after he almost blew up the fucking place to the ground. Inside, Ben knew your words and actions were a lot of help for the small sense of serenity that started to grow within his chest after that moment. Absolutely that was something he wouldn't admit, ever. But if he was to say, he was actually relieved.

Taking a look around, his place was not that big of a mess. You were certainly used to his clothes around the floor and the sofas, so it wasn't really important. What he found annoying though was you pushing him to read the stupid books and write down his feelings. He wasn't going to do that. If you were there to medicate him, so be it. He wondered why you took so long to do it. Probably he should be stoned enough to not feel anything. That was fucking better.

Just as he started to go over his mental plan to get the hell out of your prison, the door opened. He smirked at your sight. As always, an useless armed man standing behind your figure. You dispatched the guard and stepped inside Soldier Boy's place, the door closing with a loud sound.

You stopped your tracks just a few steps away from him. He noticed your eyes tracing his half bare body in a quick motion, before turning to his face with an arrogant smirk on your lips.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Ben teased.

With a light chuckle, you held your head high. "Don't be delusional, it's just basic instinct."

"Believe me, I fucking know that," he snarked, taking over your figure with his green eyes the same way you did before. "Basic instinct."

You rolled your eyes. "So," you sat down in your usual place to start the session, making a pile of three of his shirts in the empty space. "Make yourself decent and then we can continue."

Ben took some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor and started to dress himself in front of you, without much care. He smirked as you turned away your gaze to focus on the report lying on your lap.

"You're late," he remarked, taking his own seat once he was done with his clothes.

"Yeah, I had some things to do," you mumbled going through the pages. "But I see we can start now."

He took a deep breath, staring into the distance. "Don't make it boring."

You grimaced, looking back at him. "Can't promise that."

Ben sensed a playfulness coming from you. Could it be that, after recieving your comforting words, he was seeing another side of you? Like the side that would actually trust him, because you still arrived. You were sitting in front of him. You were with him, in the same fucking room where the sun was far from getting. Yeah, you were there but he was too full of ego to bring his walls down again. He wanted to convince himself he wasn't vulnerable. He knew he was more than that. He was Soldier Boy, the man who had to stop Homelander and his fucking kid.

He smirked. "Well, sugar, I can ask you to try."

[k-s-morgan]

TGSTLTH related

Ok so I decided to do it here cuz I don't know will AO3 allow me to write essay hahahahah 😂😂😂

I don't even know how to start this. I've been reading fics for 13 years straight, like I don't remember the period of my life where I didn't read them cuz I always have some ship active and I'm crazy BL fan. Only a small number of them can make me crazy to the point I don't wanna sleep, eat, skipping my obligations, killing the pain and your sebaciel did everything. I haven't felt like this reading fic..,maybe ever? This is totally another level of me being fascinated by some writer.

I adore sebaciel, I'm in fandom since 2016 but the biggest problem I had with their fics is that - either people go too much OOC with them orr they rush up the things between them, going quickly with sex and feelings. It bothered me so much so I was crawling for good SC fics as crazy!!

After some break with SC, I came back to ao3 and saw your long fic. I started reading it but I dropped it after 3 chapters, I got bored cuz I thought you are gonna just re-type manga and do classic thing which another people do. Quickly, I got disappointed with another one and idk how but I decided to give your fic one more chance and dear lord......that was one of the best thing I have ever read. Maybe even the best.

Like, how smart are you? What's your IQ? Your manage to explain me some things about Kuro plot which I haven't udnerstand by myself. And the way you write Sebaciel relationship. That's everything I have ever wanted. Everything. They have normal conversation and that's it, that's all I need cuz there is everything. I feel electric every time when they talk, fight, do things together, goood the little touches svbjhsdjvbvbvbvbvbsdjvhbdf. I was tense whole fic. I read it for like 10 days, abandon everything until I finished it and now I feel sad ahahhaahha. But you are really something special, cuz I always used to say that manga itself is the best fiction cuz Yana knows the best how to create good Sebaciel energy. You, next to Yana, did the best job. You kept them as they are, never broke the character, and that's what I am most grateful. Slow burn, with drama and angst, love and attention, all misunderstanding, you put all necessary spices for 5 star meal. My fav part is when Ciel told Sebastian to add slamming doors to his most dramatic moments of his life ahahahahahahhaha 😂😂 I laughed like crazy, they are so precious♥ And I really wanted kiss to happen when Ciel lied Sebastian about another demon, that was sooo svbjhsvjhjhvbdf. But okay, you know the best, I trust you fully with this♥

The fact that they are ready to kill each other before they have normal conversation about their feeling is my fetish. I am in love with toxic things. Ciel ready to throw all game just to prove Sebastian that his value is not only his soul, right after he told himself for 1000 times he needs to stay on distance..... I LOVE ITTTT!!! I also need to say that you find PERFECT balance for good plot and romance. Your games and their cases...I just don't know, deep bow for you queen🔥💯After all, you didn't retype drama ahahaha but you manage to keep it canon without changing anything but still adding your spices so it's not ordinary Kuro plot we see every day....

I just have one question. From time to time, I was like a Bard ahahhaha, so sick of their games and my head hurting me, but on a good way. I am clear about Ciel but what about Sebastian and his disgust for Ciel's nicer, soft, emotional side? I know Ciel doesn't have it a lot, but would Sebastian still be grossed out about it as he was at the beginning of a contract or not? Keeping in mind that he is more and more obsessed with a boy?

So, that's all. I don't know how to use Patreon/PayPal, but for you I'll try cuz I only have credit card and that's all I know ahhahaha, I like to keep money in my hands😂 I'm sad about the situation in your country and all under - war countries. It's not bringing any good for anyone, specially for civilians. I hope you are okay and I wish you alll the best, the good karma must hit you really quickly cuz you made one person really, really happy here♥

Looking forward how will you finish this story, have a nice day❤

PS - this is the longest comment for fic I have ever left ahhaha, it's crazy how you got me sooo hyped up bjcvsdghvbds.

Hi! Ooh, thank you so much for your amazing, wonderful essay! I can't tell you how happy it made me! I think the electricity was already started being cut off when I got it, so I could see I have some really lengthy ask, but it wouldn't load. It was the torture of the most delicious kind :D

Like you, I've been reading fics for ages now, and the moments where I find some fantastic story that won't let me sleep or work or even blink are always the happiest and the brightest spots I remember. So it's extremely flattering to know that my story has become something similar to other people.

I love writing about smart characters, but most of them are definitely smarter than me! The benefit is that since I'm writing, I can think and plan everything in advance. In real life, I only wish I were as quick-witted and inventive. Alas, the best ideas and arguments come to me when they are no longer needed.

I love slow burns, and I love characters who abhor the idea of expressing their feelings, so Ciel and Sebastian have the most perfect dynamic in my eyes. I feel like I could spend the eternity just enjoying their Gothic world with their games, arguments, plots, and so on. Them antagonizing each other only to instantly team up against the common enemy is my most favorite thing in the world.

As for your question, right now, Sebastian would be thrilled if Ciel were to show a softer and more vulnerable side - at least in relation to him. Well, a part of him would feel the automatic need to mock him for it anyway, some habits don't die easily, but Sebastian's feelings have evolved a lot, plus Ciel is cold more often than he is not. So Sebastian treasures every word of praise, every hint of appreciation and need because they are so rare - he's come to crave them, and he has memorized all known cases of them by heart.

And no worries about supporting me! I really appreciate you taking your time to leave such a fantastic review, it made my day!

[cbrownjc]

hi! i had some questions for you as someone who only got into iwtv post season 1 of the show starting to air. i read from some of your other posts that you've been a fan since the 90s, and you mentioned how DM fans were disappointed post TVA. so i was wondering, what was the fandom like back then? did people mostly write about the chase/human!daniel era, or did people ever try to write fanfics that continued their story with them still together as vampires despite what anne rice decided on? i know what the trends were like on ao3 (i got obsessed with DM before season 1 even finished airing, i read the books that fast) but i was wondering if it looked different at all back then (pre-ao3). secondly, i was also wondering if most people ignored the "no sex" element of canon and included sex scenes in their fanworks, or if most of the work you saw was more at the canon level of erotica/blood drinking level? it's okay if you don't really remember, i'm just curious about fandom trends. the tidbit about the "boss" thing being fanon since the 90s despite it only being said once was very amusing to me (i noticed that myself haha)

Hello! Sorry for just getting to your question today, real-life things, and all that. 🙂

So, from what I remember from back then, (from the mid-90s to the early 2000s), at least from when fanfic was still not banned yet (😉) is that when it came to Devil's Minion, fanfic did have a mix of people writing things were Daniel was still human and people speculating on what Daniel and Armand's relationship was like after Queen of the Damned and Daniel had been turned. But I would say the Devil's Minion era -- when Daniel was still human -- was much more focused on a bit more since, at that point, there were only four books out, and not too much time had passed between book 3 and book 4. And because the Devil's Minion Era lasted 12 years in total there were at least more situations and ideas that were easier to get ideas to write about.

When it came to post-Daniel being turned, before The Vampire Armand came out, there just wasn't much of anything to go on. So it really was just speculation galore on that front, but there wasn't all that much to solidly speculate on.

At least until Armand seemingly killed himself at the end of Memnoch the Devil. Then I remember a lot of angsty Daniel-focus stories during that time after that happened. Or, angry fix-it fic because there was a very vocal group who kept arguing that Armand killing himself over what he did was just wildly OOC in the first place.

As to the "no sex" thing, there were some who very strictly followed it and those who, IIRC, would put a disclaimer at the start of stories stating that the characters would have physical sex in the story. Stories that had physical sex scenes between characters still tended to have the character still do blood drinking too, however.

In remembering things from back then, however, I'd say more people leaned into the "no sex" thing more than they did the characters having physical sex . . . even after The Vampire Armand book came out. Because even with the things that happened of a sexual nature in that book, there was a hot debate about if what went on between Armand and Marius, and Armand/Marius/Bianca really counted as sex or not. And most people fell on the "it wasn't sex" side of things about all of that.

In fact, I remember a long email chain post in my mailing list after that book came out arguing about this and someone even adding it to the FAQ for the mailing list that no, it did NOT count as sex because as a vampire, Marius wouldn't have/didn't get aroused or use his genitalia during the moment between himself and Armand in the bath; and then again with Bianca neither Armand nor Marius could have gotten aroused in that way because they were vampires, despite Bianca getting pleasure during that encounter because she was still human at the time; so it didn't matter that Marius used his finger on her and whatever, vampires still couldn't have sex.

No there were not a lot of human AU stories back then, not even to get around the "no sex" thing wrt canon back then either. People either stuck to the blood-drinking as erotic or, again, put disclaimers at the start to say the characters were having physical sex. That was it.

[bussinessbread]

( Mr.Bread ; 👔💬🍞)

hello. it seems that i've been quite out of touch with my own surroundings, so i'd like to apologize on that aspect. i never thought that i would be introducing myself anytime soon if i'm completely honest, but alas, life surprises you quite often. so, might as well set the record straight while i'm here.

what is your name? i don't have one, i believe. i've been referring to myself as "mr bread" for a while now, though, so that might be the most appropiate way to refer to me.

what are your pronouns? meanwhile i don't really care on a personal level about that, i am the most comfortable with he/him.

what have you been doing? i'm a busy man. bread doesn't bake itself. and, i've been taking long walks. nothing else.

do you have any weird sort of ability? no, i don't think so. baking is already an extremely difficult ability to master, and i'm not quite there yet by my own standars. sorry to disappoint.

what do you have in mind? any plans? any thoughts? right now, nothing in mind. and no plans other than figuring out this place.

what happened to your face? nothing.

[END OF THE INTERVIEW]

@a-narcissists-warren

(ooc qna + important things under read more)

OOC Q&A:

Hello! This is me entering anonvoid even though I've been around for when it started as a whole, just never had the time to join in sadly. But ended up joining thanks to a beloved friend of mine now. The user uses any/all pronouns. So, on some questions regarding this guy.

Is Mr Bread open to Magic Anons?

- Yes. He is just a guy, though, so it would be funny.

Is Mr Bread open to relationships/shipping?

- I haven't thought of anything for him on that department yet, so I really can't say. I wouldn't mind it, though, if it happens or if it's funny enough, sure.

Mr Bread Ref Sheet

[queenvhagar]

Honestly, I don't really know how show runners feel about how they adapted this series, like it really hurts me as a fan because that was one of the interesting parts of Targ history and at the same time, while GRRM does have his bias, still F&B still shows you that nope, but sides are wrong in this and people suffered, especially the smallfolk.

I don't even want to compare because it would be unfair, but whenever I see bad adaptations, I am reminded of one of my favorite anime/Light novels. It's called 86 and like the adaptation, animation, CGI, the music, the story? 💯 (I'm not trying to promote it or anything, but if you already are an anime fan or if you are willing to watch mecha, then this one is so fkng worth it to watch)

I don't know if I remembered it correctly, but I think the animation staff also added some original scenes, but still stayed true to the story and characters and even with production issues because it was released during covid, they were so dedicated that when the anime was paused for a while, it returned after 86 days and the whole run was 486 days.. like you know for 86. The author even cried with how good the novels were adapted. But how about these big name companies?

It's either they just treat adaptations as another profit making thing without regard to the fans (and have the gall to be angry if criticized) or they make it a biased fan service but make all characters OOC and change the whole damn story (like if I wanted fan service, that's where fanfiction should come). Sad to say but great adaptations are so hard to find these days.

Well, I've dropped the show since Episode 3 and I have no high hopes for Dunk and Egg. 🤷‍♀️

Very true very true. HBO sees it as a money maker. Ryan Condal and Sarah Hess think they can improve upon the existing story by adding OCs, removing essential characters, changing entire characterizations and plots, ignoring in-universe logic, and pushing a surface level 2017 read of white feminism. GRRM's intentions to explore the history and portray a gray conflict with gray sides died when he gave HBO adaptation rights to his work and all he can do is blog vaguely about his disappointment while still not finishing the book series he started 30 years ago...

Disappointments abound for ASOIAF book fans who actually care about the stories, the characters, the world, the themes. It's so over and it feels like this is what the universe is telling us:

[grayheadedleague]

a/n: there's literally no new content for the latter two so decided to do things myself HAHAHAH might be ooc but anyway

reacting to their crush inviting them out (platonically)

featuring: Apollo, Simon, Barok x GN!Reader

Apollo Justice

Were his ears working properly? Was he even awake? Was this the real life, or was this just fantasy?

He'd be so lost and so caught off-guard that he'd stare at you blankly for a good minute. Since he's so used to being pranked on, who's to say this is not another bad joke of the universe's? What did his bracelet say? Were you lying about being worried about him?

Your chuckle snaps him out of it, bringing a flush of color to his cheeks. He just had to be so obvious...

"I'm serious, Apollo. If you want a good place to let it out then what's better than an amusement park?"

Being with you is more than enough, but anyway-

It really warms his heart whenever someone shows kindness and mercy to him, let alone if it came from you. With how his life has been going, sometimes he truly doubts if anyone cares for him at all.

"Okay, I'll go with you then."

The smile you show him in return was so adorable he could've screamed out his entire existence right there and then. Of course, he knew perfectly well it was simply a friendly gesture on your part, but that didn't damper the joy in the slightest.

Simon Blackquill

You invited the Simon Blackquill to a film screening? Wow. You liked him this much? Your boldness is laudable. It deserves one of those little toy prizes kids love so much.

But in all seriousness, Simon was very much thrilled to know you liked him enough to ask him to join you. As a friend. But alone. But just as a friend...

So how could he not jump to conclusions? Were you that dense? What if you had asked someone else and they took advantage of the situation, huh?! God, you were so helpless...

"I'm not sure you'll enjoy my company for something like that. You know what I'm like," he said with a smirk.

He meant it as a half-joke, but it showed more than half a glimpse of his insecurity. He liked teasing you - that much anyone knew at this point - but he was worried that once his other colors come out, you wouldn't want him around at all.

To never have you as his lover is something he'd accepted early on. But to lose you as a friend?

"Of course I know what you're like," you quipped. "If I didn't, why would I have invited you? Sometimes you're so dumb for someone who studied psychology."

After being stunned for a few moments, Simon laughed heartily at your comment. You were right - you were absolutely right. He was dumb.

Deep inside however, he was touched to know that someone like you has accepted him for who he was. Didn't matter if it was only at a platonic level - to him, this was more than enough.

Barok van Zieks (minor spoilers for DGS/TGAA2)

He had already been planning to visit the Great Exhibition (as he missed the previous due to... certain events) to tour Albert around. And so you inviting him to join you? Well. Suffice to say his heart and schedule were not ready.

The moment he made it back to his office, he double and triple checked his agenda for that week. Curses. It was more air-tight than any of his yet-to-be-opened wine bottles.

Of course, the three of you could go together as a group (you and Albert were close friends too) but Barok would prefer to enjoy his time with you two separately. Mostly because he would rather not Albert find out and possibly blabber about his true feelings, but anyway-

He wanted so dearly to go with you one-on-one as the opportunity hardly comes by; he really did. But he was not so rude and desperate as to push another dear friend he already made a promise to aside.

And so with a heavy heart he declined your offer. You understood the situation completely and were gracious enough to accept it, however the disappointment on your face was, though subtle, still very much apparent.

It was quite unlike the feared Lord van Zieks to let his spontaneous thoughts out in the open, but the compulsion to make it up to you somehow superseded his inherent shyness.

"Perhaps I could take you to a place of your choosing. Whenever your schedule allows for it..."

"That's not necessary at all! But... thank you for such a gracious offer. I'd be looking forward to it."

he was so excited he kept all his weekends free for the next two months, but pretend you didn't know that

[death-in-a-handbasket]

Doesn’t one of Philippe’s letters basically say he had samples from all over the globe, across all classes and stuff and only criminals among them (I’m assuming likely people who were executed as punishment) were ‘different’? Could be a nod to the fact that China still uses phrenology in small doses for criminology purposes or just straight up justifies Philippe in universe.

But no people go haha racism man like,,, no? He’s just unfortunately a mix between the time period and a sad traumatized guy (seriously why are like two of his traits just saying he’s sad) and yeah

I like hims a lot. I hc that his burns aren’t from the wax, but the wax is there to keep the burns from touching the air, like compression wear or something

Your wording and argument points sound familiar, were you by chance the same anon who sent an ask to idvconfessions? if not you should try and find them because y'all could form an apologist club with that fervor

that aside, I do find it disappointing that people get a glance at the morally bankrupt shit and decide to disregard him entirely without bothering to digest the rest of his character. if we looked the other way every time an idv character did some morally heinous shit we'd have zero fandom content, then again the idv fandom seems to have a poor rep with being able to acknowledge a character's shitty actions in general. half of the posting I see skims over the level murder afoot in the characters, or straight up just goes full ooc

I digress though, time period is a factor in this absolutely, however anon I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you on the sad and traumatized part, he is that to some degree but he still fully chose to do fucked up shit. I don't think two family deaths can cover/excuse him straight up killing random unrelated "criminals" with no ties to either his mother's or christina's deaths 😭 bro isn't beating the murder or the racism allegations, albeit I don't think he's racially motivated but the ideas he's working with cannot be separated from eugenics, especially with the whole "can criminals be eliminated in the cradle"

don't get me wrong, those deaths play a part in why he's like this but bro he fr did that shit. I love philippe he's so fucking weird but he for sure did that fucked up shit dawg

also that's a really neat hc I hadn't considered that before :0

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

I'm the anon who doesn't read much fic anymore. Tbh I've shared a lot of my frustrations here already in other asks and gotten pushback, which makes me even less interested in reading DBD fic, because it just feels like I'm out of step with fandom everywhere: here, ao3, even other tumblr spots. I also submitted a long rambly ask that hasn't been published yet that was me kind of pre-mourning how I'm drifing out of the fandom because the vibes are just not working for me, which came up after I tried to find fic to read yesterday.

But since you asked, generally: I like long, plotty fic that doesn't sideline the women and I'm bored by short fluff, especially if it's very traditional romance vibes. I am invested in the queerplatonic-ness of the Edwin and Charles relationship and fics that sidestep that to center solely on traditional romance usually disappoint me.

The sidelining of the women is the first thing I ran up against in the fandom and is kind of my white whale. A lot of fics that do include Crystal, Niko, and the other female characters don't do them justice and flatten them: Crystal is mean. Niko is a shipper. They are foils for the boys to figure out their romance. It's nothing I haven't seen in other fandoms and there are definitely fics that do center them, but I think I've read them all.

I enjoy fics that try to engage with the world and fill out gaps in the show: exploring side characters like Kashi and Angie, for example. I also like when fic engages with key aspects of the show, like the fact that Charles and Edwin are ghosts and what that means for them. Or that they are dual-aged (old men and perpetual teens at the same time) and what that means. A lot of fic tries to get around what was established in the show, whereas, in general, for this fandom, I'm here because I like the show and want more of it. I'm not looking for anything that feels like a wild departure. My ideal would be lots of casefics, but that's often a hard find in any fandom.

I usually enjoy kink and smut, but gotta admit the NC-17 fics in this fandom have yet to hit for me. I prefer my smut to be based in what I think that character would find hot and the vibe I get is that the smut in this fandom is fueled on what the writer finds hot and then backtracking to try to make it work for the character. In some fandoms that backtracking works for me, but it hasn't worked for me yet in this fandom and often comes across to me as being wildly OOC and fanon. (Dom!Edwin: looking at you.) It doesn't help that I don't find either TCK or Monty sexually appealing. (Jenny on the other hand.) This fandom also just has weird puritan vibes even within smut fics that I can't put my finger on. It's like some fics are going "look at us being naughty and writing porn" when it's barely R and the kink is blink and you miss it.

Anyway tl;dr: I like long plotty fic that includes in a significant way or fully centers the ladies; engages thoughtfully with the premise show; and doesn't hew to traditional romance tropes. I've been successful at finding fics that hit one or two out of the three, but finding fics and authors that routinely work on all three levels has been hard.

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[skaruresonic]

Honestly I think that the best way to describe Shadow's relationship with Sonic is "general annoyance mixed with begrudging implicit respect"

He does not like the blue guy, he certainly wouldn't shed a tear for him if he croaked, but at the same time he is also the only other person in the world who has proven himself capable of keeping up with the Ultimate Lifeform and even best him on occasion and Shadow, even with all of his pride and arrogance, can't quite deny this on an internal level. To others? Yeah he'd flat out say that Sonic is nothing to him, but keep in mind that he also explicitly admitted to Sonic that he exceeded his expectations in SA2 by learning to use Chaos Control with nothing but a fake Emerald. In an earlier scene, upon seeing Sonic seemingly die in the capsule, he even sounds disappointed at Sonic dying so easily. The fact that Shadow went from not being interested by Sonic's mere existence to asking the guy his name during their final battle should say something

This doesn't change the fact that he'd perfectly try to kill Sonic should he deem it necessary for his mission, but I feel there's a part of him that harbors some small degree of respect for the closest thing to an equal he has in the world

I'm kinda on this teeter-totter about it. On the one hand, it sounds like Shadow respects Sonic for much the same reasons Eggman "respects" Sonic: for his tenacity, for the challenge he presents, for his abilities which reflect Shadow's own skill when he matches them. Sonic is Shadow's equal in the sense that Tails might be Eggman's equal.

On the other, this respect doesn't always suggest pulled punches. Despite whatever he may think of Sonic, there's simply something about Sonic's face that he doesn't like; it's just that Sonic takes it all in stride because, well, there's Sonic for you.

What I'm trying to saying here is Shadow really can't win. People dislike seeing him be a tad prickly towards Sonic when he's done way worse in the Adventure era.

Rivals 2 is an especially egregious example because all Sonic was doing was standing in Shadow's way. And Shadow was like

This is what I'm getting at; we've reached the point where "Vegeta!Shadow" means absolutely nothing, if it meant anything at all, because even Shadow's most core and consistent traits are being cried OOC.

To be fair, there are traits of his that are genuinely unpalatable, like the machismo. (Although I kinda think it's unfair to knock Shadow for his arrogance when Sonic and Eggman largely get away with it, but w/e) Certainly these traits can be exaggerated to extremes, but when you're slapping "Vegeta!Shadow" on portrayals that decidedly lack this so-called flanderization, it begs questions of what you even want from the character.

If Forces!Shadow and Rivals 2!Shadow both get labeled "Vegeta!Shadow" even though, you know, Rivals 2!Shadow threatened to beat Sonic's ass and Forces!Shadow didn't, then it's kind of like... are you just making shit up to be mad at

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Tara on your audition for Amelia Davidson. Please check out this page for what to do next, and send us her blog with in 48 hours. Welcome to the group!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Tara  Preferred pronoun: she/her Age: 27 Timezone/Country: EST, USA RP Experience: 5+ Activity Level: will do my best to be active 

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Amelia Davidson  Designation: sub  Age: 24 Birthdate: sept 17 1998 Faceclaim: Kennedy McMann  Orientation: straight  Kinks: i'm okay with most stuff  Anti-Kinks: breeding. 

Key Points:

1. Amelia's used to the submissive lifestyle due to her father's home. 2. she loves cooking  3. She doesn't understand but she wants to leave this town. 4. It takes time but she will be loyal.  

BIO:

Amelia's mother was a sub to her father, she grew up with understanding this lifestyle. Though she never truly understood what was going on till she came to the school. Her father treated everyone in his house below him, so she is used to being treated poorly. He ended up treating her mother more like a slave then a sub. She always staid in the kitchen as a way to seascape.  

Though when she starts coming to school, she sees how bad her father treated her mother. She want's to rebel, but what's that saying? Keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer? She's trying to find away out of the town she was born in.   

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received? 

When I first got it, I put two and two together. I'm not really sure how to feel about it. Sometimes I wonder if it's a dream, but it's not.  

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

My father went to this school, he had met my mother here. I know he want's me to be able to get someone like him. My mother wants me to get a nicer life if possible. I think he was disappointed I was a girl.  

Where do you see yourself after you graduate?  

I was never really given the chance to think about it. Though if my future master would allow me to, I would love to open a bakery. 

How do you feel about authority?

It's all I ever known. 

[lumenflowered]

//did you actually play through one of the johto games as maria for this?

//if so, do you have any screenshots you could share on main?

OOC: I did! still am, as a matter of fact! I'm currently playing through refined gold, a romhack of heartgold which supposedly did not change much beyond allowing some pokemon (horsea, murkrow) to be acquired sooner but also I didn't read the documentation as closely as I should have and only discovered that it buffed major story trainers (gym leaders, silver, team rocket, pokemon league) once I got to falkner and he had a hoothoot.

I'm a bit of a pokemon veteran, or at least I'd like to think so... so a "minimal buffs" romhack was honestly a reasonable amount of challenge. I miss not having to deal with hms though. and tms being reusable. and the party-wide exp share. do you realize how much time I spent grinding in victory road and lance STILL clapped my ass.

anyway, let's see what I can dig up...

(putting this below a cut because I dug up a lot of screenshots)

most recent screenshot: that fucking gyarados was the bane of my existence because I don't have any electric-type moves and SOMEONE had the bright idea to give it DRAGON DANCE. which it used. four times.

a choice scarf is not enough to outspeed a 4x dragon dance gyarados. in-character, maria won by the skin of her teeth. out of character, oh goD that took me like three tries because of the dragon dance incident. more like two because I got some really terrible rng on the second try and went "fuck this" like ten seconds in, but still.

anyway I unfortunately did not think to get a screenshot of the hall of fame and I am not fighting lance again specifically for that screenshot, sorry guys, I'm not fucking with that gyarados aGAIN

sassy lost child when did you play ace attorney. (I was. NOT PREPARED for the silver fight. it took me four solid tries to beat him. which was part of my motivation for going "y'know what he can have this win in the blog canon.")

(honestly, if I had too much trouble with lance, I was fully prepared to yeet maria into kanto some other way. but he was beatable. evelyn carried the hell out of that fight. and she is still just a seadra ingame, though I do have a king scale ingame, she'll evolve eventually.)

look how fucking Shaped the honchkrow sprite is, btw. peak birb.

one of these options is really not like the others

[ade voice] call an ambulance... BUT NOT FOR ME

(she was faster)

the team! from back in the ice path I think?

I did, out of character, spend like a week playing voltorb flip to get an ice beam tm for evelyn. saw some REALLY weird rows such as this one with 5 voltorbs and no points, and several rows with a lot of points and no voltorbs. I think the highest I got was like... level 7/8. once. (technically could have cheated using savestates and gotten through it much faster but I feel like maria would be disappointed in me for that one.)

one of the team rocket admins had a really weird smeargle the message I sent this screenshot with was "what the fuck is this smeargle on" and I stand by that tbh

thanks reina.

the power of FLUFFY BOYS compels thee

I spent a bunch of time in the pokeathlon to get a fire stone for molotov (since I couldn't find it in the kimono girls' closet ingame) and. y'all may not know this. but the pokeathlon SUCKS ASS to play on an emulator. in-character I think maria would be best at the skill course due to her bloodborne weapon scaling REALLY WELL with a stat called skill. out of character that was the worst one to do on an emulator by far, I eventually managed to eke out enough victories on the jump course to get that fire stone and I don't plan on going back.

I have a lot of screenshots of Ade at low (but not 0!) hp.

see I remembered this happening but I forgot how you literally just WALK IN THERE AND HE HYPER BEAMS A GUY. (the guy's... maybe not fine but like. he's alive enough to complain about it afterwards. he's fine lance didn't commit a murder.)

lol. lmao even.

the funny thing is that she would have believed him if rotomblr hadn't spilled the beans on "yeah that's a wholeass champion"

this is the Rat, my hm slave.

because I have played bloodborne (kind of currently playing it? don't have access to it most of the time but I'll be able to continue my save in march) and gotten the dialogue of particular characters you meet early on, I feel no guilt in dubbing the rat "gehrman." he is permanently level 20 because that is evolution level and rattata can't learn strength but raticate can.

(youngster joey's rat later got named gehrman because 1) I thought it would be hilarious 2) a bit of a nod to the rat that I wouldn't be able to beat the game without, because hms suck and I hate them.)

live footage of evelyn sweeping the ENTIRETY of jasmine's team on take two of that gym. she's terrifying I love her <3

one of the QOL things that this particular romhack does is allow trade evos to evolve through different requirements. haunter's, for example, is learning shadow ball. which it does naturally at level 36.

I did not realize this until after I used the morty tm. on my gastly.

ade really wanted to evolve twice in one day. I have never b-buttoned a pokemon quite so much before in my life. (also yes I could have grabbed an everstone from professor elm but by the time I thought of that I was midway through the radio tower and could not be assed to go get that yet.)

behold, the Rat. I was fully intending to leave him at level 4 forever before I discovered rattata can't learn strength.

(also, I find it deeply amusing that furret can learn surf.)

one (1) fear: WHITNEY'S MILTANK.

it had a lum berry. and attract. and milk drink. for gameplay purposes, rakuyo is a guy, and at that point I only had rakuyo, hunter, and molotov. so that miltank was. a Nightmare.

youngster joey is the SINGLE opposing trainer who maria actually gave her number to, because I thought it would be funny.

she is less annoyed than I am by his constant calls about the top percentage rat.

baby hunter!

...god I don't think there was a single gym in this romhack where it wasn't at least a little down to the wire. olivine excluded, but that's specifically because jasmine kicked my entire ass the first time around and I trained a bunch more for the second one.

baby rakuyo! they've come so far <3

anyway that's. all the screenshots I can dig up that are fun. hi yes I have so many thoughts about this. come closer. :P

[shippergirl-14]

Show me how to make flowers ~ ( Creek)

Since I still don’t know how this app works I decided to post another silly little one shot I wrote a while ago to get to use it more. I’m too incompetent to reply to comments it seems I don’t know ?

Anyway, here have a silly Creek one shot that’s probably a bit ooc and has some grammar mistakes ( English is not my native language and I have adhd)

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Tweek had always been troubled by his anxiety. Especially as a child, a thousand things that could go wrong crossed his mind in solely a second, raising his fear level constantly until he broke out into panic. Then there was his boyfriend Craig, who would always try to keep him in check by making sure he was distracted by a nerve calming activity and preparing him his favorite tea.

Not only since the stoic boy thought coffee tasted like shit, but also because he believed the brown liquid would only fuel his lover's overthinking nature, he helped him fight his addiction to the point the blonde would only occasionally sip a cup. Due to him mistrusting Mister and Misses Tweak, he would only allow Tweek to drink what he prepared himself. No one could convince his wary self that the shop owners didn't put something in their beverages.

As a consequence of his boyfriend's great ability to calm him and his own mastered skills to keep his mind a peaceful place, Tweek wasn't on edge every day of the week. Still, there were a lot of things that stressed him out, starting from his fear of failing all his classes to believing he could get run over by a car anytime he crossed the road.

Today, it wasn't any different from his usual outburst. The teacher of his favorite subject had given him a bad grade, leading him to spiral back into his self loathing tendencies. What if the teacher thought he was stupid now ? Did the teacher hate him now ? Was he disappointed ? Would he fail him so Tweek had to drop out and eventually live on the streets ?

Lucky for him, his partner had been distracting him the whole ride home, preventing shaking hands from ripping out more of his hair or scratch his skin. The minute they had arrived in the blonde's room, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe in his own space and he immediately sat down on his chair with Craig beside him, sorting the colorful paper on his desk.

Ever since, the anxious male was engrossed in creating origami figures such as a dragon or a butterfly. Over the past seven years, he had perfected his techniques and found joy in challenging himself with higher difficulties. All the negative thoughts were replaced by his concentration only on the paper, making this his number one in fighting his anxiety together with talking to his boyfriend about everything that troubled him.

Now, that the stress had left his body, Tweek seemed much more relaxed while he was teaching Craig how to make a simple flower, as requested by his lover. Something easy to comprehend and copy like a little flower shouldn't take too long to learn, right ? Wrong. It came as a surprise that Tweek had to show the smart boy how it was done a third time already.

" Et violà. C'est fini", the younger one ended his explanation, presenting his love his finished work with a proud smile. Craig couldn't stop himself from mirroring his excited expression as he felt the warmth, wrapping his heart in a cozy cocoon whenever he witnessed Tweek brightening up like that, returning. " Do you understand it now ? It's not too hard."

" I'm sorry, honey. I'm still confused about a few steps. Can you show me again ?", the older asked nicely, leaning closer to appear as interested as he was in his little craft. " But I've shown you at least three times by now", Tweek muttered, unsure if the thing he had chosen was too difficult for his partner and if they should do something entirely different for the rest of the day.

" Please, my dear ?" His green eyes lit up when his dearest reached out for another piece of paper. " First, you have to fold it in the middle a few times like this and make sure you do it neatly." Exactly like the times before, the ravenette blocked his voice out, paying all his attention to his lover's face rather than his hands.

The way he stuck out his tongue when he was focused on perfectly folding the edges or how his brows furrowed whenever he made a mistake caused his heart to jump. He couldn't think of anything he liked more than watching his darling engage in something he loved. It would never get boring, seeing the excitement reflected by his beautiful blue eyes the moment he finished another piece. Adding to that, it was clear it made Tweek happy sharing his interests with him.

The blonde was right about the flower not being hard to make since Craig had picked up the correct way the first time it was explained to him. His love didn't need to know about that, though. Maybe, the next time he would ask for something bigger so Tweek would take longer to finish.

This was his only chance to admire his boyfriend without him noticing and he was sure as hell going to make the most out of it. The second he would admit he understood the process the shorter boy wouldn't continue because he probably believed Craig was bored.

Observing his partner with a stupid little smile tugging at his lips, the stoic teenager rested his head on his hand that's been supported by the large desk. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring, but could you really blame him ? His boyfriend was too pretty and cute. No one could resist.

" J'ai fini." Hearing him speaking french was definitely a bonus too. Just as before, Tweek proudly presented the small paper flower and handed it to Craig together with the others he made. At this point, he might have caught on the little shenanigans Craig was pulling. " Do you get it now ?", Tweek questioned, giggling to himself.

" No, I still haven't understood that last part."

A bright smile overtook his features. " Do you want me to show you again ?"

" Yes, honey. Please show me how to make flowers."

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I don’t know what to think of this to be honest… I wrote it like in an hour and please my French is so bad. Don’t mind that. I just really love the French Tweek hc.

If you want to suffer through more of my writing you can find me on Wattpad and ao3 ^^

This is like my newest work….

[charmixpower]

About the comics:

I'll be redoing the early comics as well because I didn't pay all that much attention to them the first time and I have a new style

The Comics are weird about being in character

Tecna is the most ooc of the Winx in the comics, followed by Stella as a close second, and Musa third

Tecna is made more like the rest of the Winx and is like the second most boy crazy, and the quickest to anger and annoyance

Stella is straight up fucking mean a surprising amount of times but it's always really funny

Musa has her snark filed off, and her insecure energy at Stella for being the opposite of her is completely absent

Flora and Aisha are the most in character, from what I've seen, and Bloom the second most

Flora and Aisha just act like their show counterparts

Bloom acts like what I've heard her 4kids counterpart is like with s5 Bloom levels of insecurity and unhinged behavior about her relationship with Sky

Sky is like a much worse version of his 4kids self and I hate him

Brandon is still Brandon

Riven has skipped his s1 era and has gone straight into s2. Which gives me good food of what s3 Riven should have been like, but is very ooc for s1

Helia has enough screen time to have a personality

Timmy is a more useless version of himself. I don't know how the comics managed that. He's completely worthless in like most situations, it drives me insane

The Trix have more screen time outside of being pure evil to show off their personalities

There is WAY more hetero bullshit in the comics

Tecna's attitude towards Timmy is the most straight "your not a real man" fucking nonsense and it's the only reason I don't hate Timmy. I'm too busy being offended on his behalf

Rivusa is.... amazing. It's so funny. Musa will shoot her shot at any opportunity she gets and Riven always sits there like 😐 while he internally has a huge fucking crush on her it's amazing. Neither of these idiots can communicate to save their lives

Flora gives Musa the WORST FUCKING ADVICE

Brella is normal but fights a little more often than s1-3 for drama

Florelia is SO fucking cute in the comics. They are on another fuckin vibe

Comics Skloom deserve each other (it's so awful and weird on both sides)

Driven is barely touched upon, I don't think it even exists really in the comics. They just skipped it, which is funny but disappointing

Icy/Darko is the most toxic relationship I've ever seen and they're kinda perfect for each other

The girlies feel a lot more like normal friends. Like seriously it feels a lot less rushed and after they become friends they are so silly!! They fuck with each other constantly

There is a very obvious real life thing that comes to mind the first time you see someone in the comics pour a love potion into an unsuspecting person's drink, but the comics are very clearly unaware of the implication and love potions are treated more like a dick move of a prank than how terrifying they'd be in real life. So I'm going to keep my thoughts about these actions strictly within the confines of the comic's logic. But yes, I am aware and do address my thoughts without intentionally not making the comparison, it's really fucking weird that not a single person of in the writers room didn't see the glaringly obvious analogy and they just keep using it as a plot line for some unholy reason

[jankwritten]

rick doesn’t write nor is in charge of whatever goes on in readriordan they do their own thing over there. also mark wrote the book, which is why characters seem ooc - rick still had input in terms of outlining, plot, editing etc but mark basically wrote it. mark has talked about how much control rick gave him so I can’t see Rick being nitpicky about the details. He doesn’t even seem nitpicky in the books he writes solo. now i understand that obviously not everyone knows that and i personally don’t really like mark’s writing style, but they’re a queer poc who put a lot work into writing a story for kids about love, acceptance and overcoming trauma, something they very personally relate to. i’m not saying it can’t be critiqued at all because of this but some of you aren’t even really critiquing it you’re just genuinely being harsh and mean and refuse to even see past the words on the page to see the message and the impact this’ll have on kids, especially queer ones. but no it’s completely irredeemable and a dumpster fire all because clearly people prefer rick’s writing style to mark’s. I just…..ugh. so so disappointing.

well, actually, my genuine problem with it is the way that it was written. the pacing of it, I mean, the way that the story flows just feels wrong, poorly thought out, and poorly executed.

I'm not saying that people can't enjoy the book. And I understand that it's not written for people my age. But from the standpoint of a writer, the book is genuinely just not as good.

Mark writing the book and pouring all their love and devotion into it doesn't change the fact that it feels like it falls flat from an actual writing standpoint. It feels like it was a surface level first draft, the rough outline for what the story was going to be. It's the barest of bones, full of continuity errors and references that feel jarring coming from the characters they come from, moments that feel like they're trying to mimic the original PJO series and instead fall flat and just feel like a mockery.

The topics that the story wanted to address felt like they were shoehorned in - the whole plot was weird and contrived, the fact that Hades was the one who orchestrated the whole thing, the book itself already doesn't make sense just based on that alone.

And the way that the story went about discussing Nico and Will's trauma, I don't know. It felt like every other second Nico and Will were switching rapidly between being confident and flirtatious to individually nervous wrecks, their thoughts didn't feel entirely grounded, the action sequences felt jerky and uncoordinated, I couldn't ever get into the character's head. I couldn't ever really see it through their eyes, if that makes sense, because things were being TOLD to us the whole time, not SHOWN to us. It's one of the first things you're told when you start writing: show, don't tell.

I will say that you're right. Some of us are just being outright mean to the book, which is our right, just like it's your right have not found anything objectionable during your readthrough. And that's totally fine! We're all entitled to our own opinions, that's the joy of being online. Those of us who are roasting the book, calling it a dumpsterfire or saying it resembles a 2013 era Wattpad fic, we're all being dramatic and mean because that's just how fandom is. That's how fandom has always been. We criticize the new media because it will never be as good as the origal, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

You're right that this book also means a lot in terms of queer rep. It's fucking insanely cool that Riordan and Oshiro got to write such a blatantly queer story about overcoming mental health troubles and navigating a relationship when you're young and traumatized! And they published it through Disney! That's a fucking massive win for representation in media, it's a crazy cool thing to have added to such a popular, well known universe like PJO! I myself figured out I was queer through reading PJO and feeling a connection to Nico specifically, so, yeah, seeing a stand-alone story about him and his boyfriend is actually really really cool to me.

That does not mean that I have to kiss it's boots and act like it's gods gift to gay kids, because it isn't. In the end, it's still a just book. it's still fallible. It is allowed to have it's faults, and I'm allowed to say what I want to about it, just like you are.

peace and love, friend. I hope you have a wonderful evening.