#(i don't have accents on my computer sorry)

[brynnmclean]

saw a post questioning shipping Senua and Thórgestr and started to reblog it with a tag novel-- felt weird about doing that since this is lengthy and potentially derailing, so making my own post instead. Spitballing under the cut:

First off, any time someone is like, "the real reason people ship this is because they find the dude attractive," this is SO funny to me as someone who doesn't find men attractive IRL and has fiercely loved Senua since I played the first game, like-- actually I find the dynamic between those two characters to be compelling and interesting precisely because of all the baggage between them re: their backgrounds, the rough (put mildly!) beginning of their relationship, all the things they don't talk about, and them finding a common enemy/common ground to work with. The explicit parallels between them stated in-game scratched an itch in my brain. The minute they pointed out the dark rot on his arm, it was like, "oh! hello there! NOW I'm interested in whatever your whole deal is" for me. Also, idk man, I too would follow Senua around after she knocked me into the dirt and then showed me a way to fight the giants that I very much wanted to fight instead of appease.

The idea that Thórgestr was part of the Orkney Raid that killed and mutilated Dillion is VERY interesting food for thought, even if I don't personally have that headcanon (surely there are more viking raiding groups than just the Bjorg). I think the Furies or the Shadow said something similar about Fargrimr (his kin murdered yours, you shouldn't save him, etc.) so I completely get that line of thought, but I think the game left it ambiguous enough that it's up for interpretation. Would I read fic with that premise? Yeah, I'd check that out. Could Senua forgive Thorgestr if his people were involved? Sounds fun to explore.

If (ha, when?) I write fic, I'd have to think more about it especially wrt timelines, like when did the Bjorg start specifically raiding for slaves for giant food sacrifices vs. killing people for resources and wealth? How far off are we from the old gods "dying" and the volcano erupting? Was it indeed a different group of raiders who made a deal with Zynbel, attacked Senua's home, and made the sacrifice at that time to Hela?

At the very least, I think there's a time jump between the end of Hellblade I and the beginning of Hellblade II since Senua wasn't alone on that slave ship and at least one of the (brief) survivors knew her by name. I wouldn't mind exploring that gap of time, too.

In any case I do agree that it would take a VERY long time for Senua to consciously catch feelings for anyone let alone Thorgestr with all their collective baggage. The idea of them having a relationship beyond friendship in the far off future of an AU where he survives is the only one that can make sense in my brain, personally. It would take time! Time they didn't get in the game! But I think there are a lot of different roads that could take, and some of them might be healthier than others. Shipping them certainly isn't forgetting or excusing what happened to Dillion-- or even mutually exclusive from still shipping Senua and Dillion. Or, frankly, also shipping Senua and Astridr, because I can see that ship too.

One of the nice things about all the details Ninja Theory didn't expand upon and that they left that ending so open is that the sky's the limit. I'm VERY interested in seeing fandom tackle this game as we get farther from the initial release.

[synonymroll648]

¡¡lucas en mis notas!!! ¡¡hola hola hola!! ¿cómo estás? ¿qué pasa? ok adiós te quiero <3

dira in my askbox!! sorry i was late to respond, i was dying over an essay, but we're good now. i'm doing pretty good!! i feel like you would appreciate the info that my teacher is letting me do whatever i want for drawing 2 since i'm the only kid in that course, so i get to draw a sokeefitz piece i've been wanting to try out for a while! as a graded thing! it's gonna be w/ colored pencil and watercolors, maybe some paint pen and oil pastel - it's gonna be sooooo fun i can't wait :DD

[c0eu4]

OP81 | Hard work ☁︎

Summary: After the biggest exam of her entire life, y/n found Oscar in front of her university, waiting for her.

Warning: fluff, anxious reader?

A/N: Just had some inspiration for that after one exam I had and totally fucked up it lol

MASTERLIST requests are open

Her hand hurts, she can't write anymore. Her copies filled with blue pen in front of her, she read it again one last time until the time limit rings.

A weight immediately lifts from her shoulders. She knows she succeeded. She didn't spend nights and days behind her computer, scribbling things on her notepad and repeating her lessons to Oscar for nothing.

She untied her hair down, puts her pens in her pencil case and puts it in her bag. She puts her coat on her back and grabs her copies. She puts her bag on her back, places her copies in the storage area and heads towards the exit of the building.

She closes her coat as she walks, putting on her mittens and shoving her hands in her pockets.

The cold of winter is felt. She pulls up her coat to hide her chin and leaves the building. Her cheeks and nose quickly turn red from the cold as she walks towards the gate.

Once on the other side of it, she walks towards the street which leads to the metro, to return home.

Her friends suggested that they spend time together in their usual little café but she preferred to refuse, knowing that she would be too tired after her exam.

She continues walking a few meters before seeing her boyfriend, leaning against his car, a coffee in his hand and looking at her, a big smile on his face.

She smiles when she sees him and walks more quickly towards him. She takes refuge directly in his arms, on the verge of crying. After all the stress she has accumulated, all the work she has done, she has every right to take a break. He hugged her tightly, warping his warm arms around her waist.

''I'm so proud of you my love.'' She can't help but blush a little more when she hears his compliment, his australian accent still makes her fall in love even more.

She separates from him, taking the coffee that he offers her.

''Don't burn yourself.'' She nodded quickly and took a sip of the warm liquids.

''Thank you baby.'' He kissed her forehead and opened the passenger door for her.

She sits there and Oscar sits next to her, behind the wheel. He starts the engine and drives them to their shared flat.

Throughout the trip, she talks to him about his exam. Passing by the two hundred and thirty three bananas that a man bought in a problem to triangular figures mixing the theorem of Pythagoras and Thales.

He listens to her, without interrupting her, taking advantage of her voice that he hasn't heard all day.

Once home, she continues talking about her exam. She speaks faster and faster and spreads the subject even more. And Oscar feels that it makes her stressed to talk about it.

So he cuts her off, ''Y/n, don't you want to stop talking about that ? You always speak fast when you're stressed.''

She sighed. Not in a disappointing way, but more because she knows that he's right.

''Yeah sorry if I bother you with that.'' She simply says, taking off her shoes and coat.

''You never bother me love. I just said that for you to relax.'' He takes a hanger to hang his and her coat.

They both walk towards the kitchen, she is already taking the milk out of the fridge and him rummaging on the shelf to get two cups.

It's a little ritual that they both have. Every time, when one or the other is stressed, they prepare hot chocolates. Because it's not a secret that Oscar loves chocolate and it's not a secret that y/n loves the feelings of hot liquids.

He puts the cups full of milk in the microwave and takes out the cocoa. She rummages through a shelf and pulls out some little chocolate marshmallow teddy bears.

Once the milk is hot, Oscar adds the cocoa to the two cups and a few teddy bears to his cup.

''I will never be able to understand how you drink your chocolate with teddy bears.'' She always hated putting teddy bears in her chocolate. Not that she doesn't like marshmallows, but she hates anything that's hard and gets mushy (Without a second thought).

''You don't know what you're missing.'' She puts a few bears in her mouth and eats them.

''Na you, you don't know what you're doing.'' He giggles and steals a few bears from her hands to eat it.

''Hey! I'm going to tell Mark what you're doing !''

He kisses her cheeks, putting one of his hands in her lower back, heading her towards the couch. They sit in, they cups of hot chocolate in hand, a warm blanket on them.

She is looking for a new series to watch on Netflix, Oscar eating his teddy bear with his spoon.

When she finally finds something good to watch, she takes a sip of her chocolate and gets a little closer to Oscar.

They end the day like that, in front of their series, cuddling each other.

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the way house of leaves has been revived for a cult following is so funny. it's completely backwards! it was a music industry book. the singer poe, who made waves with her debut for having a few tracks produced by j dilla and then if i remember correctly doing a 500+ show tour, essentially tanked her career to promote the book (written by her brother)

not like on purpose but it was supposed to be a paired project and there was a remix with a book excerpt read by mark (the kyrie bmw sex scene) and like, i don't know, a tie-in website -- but then her label got sold or merged or acquired and the project was eventually cancelled after languishing in limbo for a few years. there's also an aspect of this where like, a texas oil executive posed as a friend of her late father (possibly true) in order to manipulate legal proceedings (?) to ultimately own her writing and recording copyrights post-acquisition (dubious allegation, which also relies on her having signed away both types of copyright to her label in the first place, arguably a larger problem spanning the whole industry, even today, still coming up in legal proceedings from kesha and taylor swift and so on)

anyway the album (haunted) and the book were both inspired by the same event (death of their father, tad danielewsky -- as an aside, a professor of theater at brigham young university). the album features samples from a box of cassette tape recordings of his voice. and also some fake samples from a couple of guys pretending to be tad danielewski with an obviously ridiculous accent and a couple of kids pretending to be her as a kid. and it takes place inside the house. the growl is there and everything i swear

it really was one of the top tier 90s concept albums (it was released in 2000 actually) but it is usually FAR too much to handle for casual listening and a lot of it comes across difficult for being so sincere and so unfocused (it is a love letter to her dead father where one of the songs is a list of places she's gotten fucked, because, uh, this is a conversation she wanted to have with him. shrug). and yet it's hard not to take it as it is because it's so consistently well produced

so i know nobody's computer comes with a cd player anymore but to read the book without listening to the paired album implicitly packed in the back of the book jacket is kind of like missing the whole point. there's a whole second act of rashomon you guys are missing. and a third act hello the etsy teleplays. ANYWAY the point i wanted to make is that there are a couple of things about the album sticking to the roof of my mouth as being somehow prescient. there's a distorted "why (are you) so serious" sample that would have come across VERY differently post-joker, but there's also "tell me something dangerous and true," a far more interesting variation on the theme currently circulating. and i'm speaking to an empty room here because it's only the celibate 60% of this website who is reading the book because it allows them a patina of literary validity and several nested unreliable narrators to distance themselves from the sex scenes, but haunted is very authentically, directly and exclusively written in first person and to be honest it fucks too hard for you guys. i'm sorry

[the-offside-rule]

Mick Schumacher (Mercedes AMG) - Smoothie

Requested: no

Warnings: none

"No problem, come again!" Y/n said, smiling through her mask as another customer left. She let out a sigh as she returned the computer to see which order was next. The door opened and in walked a blonde man with blue eyes. Y/n smiled over to him, assuming this next order was his. "Hello there, can I help you?" she asked as politely as possible. "Hi, I'd like a smoothie please." he replied. She sensed a bit of an accent butt she couldn't tell exactly where it was from other than it was definitely European. "Perfect and have you pre ordered?" Y/n asked. The man looked at her a bit confused. "No, I don't think so." he replied. "I'm so sorry, I can't give you a smoothie until you pre order it." she explained. "You could go out and order and then come back in and collect it if you'd like?" The man nodded. "Of course, I'll be back in a minute."

She smiled and waved as the man walked back out and went back to the register. "What do you think you're doing?!" her coworker Carolina shrieked. "W-what? What do you mean?" Y/n asked. "What did you do? You just kicked out Mick Schumacher!" Y/n arched a brow. "Should I know who that is?" Carolina rolled her eyes. "That is the son of the seven time world champion of F1 Michael Schumacher! You can't just kick him out!" Carolina shouted. "He didn't order, I can't let him in if he hasn't ordered." Y/n said. "He's special Y/n!" Carolina whispered. "How? Is he jesus christ or something?" Y/n asked, starting to get frustrated. "No, he's famous!" Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Okay and? I don't care if he is Barack O-fucking-bama, he's not coming in without ordering. That's just the policy-"

"Why did you kick a formula 1 driver out of my shop?!" Joey, the manager came storming out after watching the scene unfold from his cameras. "He's just another customer-" Y/n tried to defend her actions but Joey wasn't having any of it. "He's a celebrity! Not to mention how famous his dad is!" Y/n was just about having enough of hearing about hwo this guy was. "Once again, and?" Joey's blood boiled. "He could do some great stuff for the business!" Y/n scoffed. "I'm sorry but I doubt this man is going to throw it up the shop's name and address on his social media out of the blue. He's just another customer." She said. Up popped a little notification on the computer, saying an order was placed and surely enough, there was the Mick Schumacher up there. "You better hope he doesn't have anything bad to say about you."

"Hi, you can come in now. Sorry for the wait." Y/n smiled, letting the German in. "It's no problem at all. I don't mind waiting." he replied. "Okay so banana and strawberry yes?" she asked walking alongside him to the counter. "Yes please." he said. Y/n walked behind the counter and made up the smoothie under the watchful eye of Joey. She cupped it up and walked back out to see Carolina chatting to the German who was very clearly uncomfortable with her so of course, Y/n rushed in to break it up. "And here you go. Have you paid online?" Y/n asked, moving Carolina out of the way. "Er, yes, yes I have but I'm going to just tip you a bit." The German reached into his pocket and pulled out a five pound note and smiled at her. "Oh thank you so much. That's very generous, sir." Y/n said. "It's Mick." he replied. "Pardon?" Y/n asked. "It's Mick. You can call me Mick." he said repeating his name. "Oh, okay. Well thank you very much Mick. Sorry if I caused an inconvenience earlier it's just, you know the new regulations for health and safety." Y/n said. "Oh no, I totally get it. Safety first." Mick chuckled. "Exactly."

There was a brief silence between tbe two, not knowing if Mick was going to leave or not but then Y/n just decided to brush it off and move along to serve some other customers. "Well, thanks for coming around and sorry again." she said fixing her mask. "No problem. Thanks." Mick replied before turning to walk away. "If you need anything Mick, just come right back!" Joey said as Mick walked out, kind of embarassed from being made a fuss out of. "Can you guys stop? He was obviously uncomfortable with being treated like a celebrity so just treat him like a normal human being, okay?" Y/n snapped at the two. Joey furrowed his eyebrows at her sudden authoritive tone. "You literally threw him out, we need to give him a reason to come back." Joey exclaimed. "You're scaring him away, I'm just saying." Y/n began typing into the computer yet again. "You know what? You're working overtime. You can close up shop." Y/n blinked in disbelief. "Joey, you're taking the piss completely now, there's no way you're being serious-"

"I'm being completely serious!" Joey raised his voice and cut her off That was end of discussion. Whatever Joey says, goes, end of story.

Y/n walked about wiping down tables, humming to herself. She heard a knock come from the door, making her groan. "We're closed." she called. The figure still stayed there. "Hey! We're closed!" she said again but the person still stayed there. "Oh for fuck's sake-" she muttered before grabbing her brush and marching towards the door. "Did you not hear that we are closed-" she was cut off by herself as she saw a beaming Mick Schumacher standing at the door. "I- Mick, we're et closed. I'm sorry." she said opening up the door. "Oh I know. I was wondering if you wanted any help?" he offered. Y/n ram her fingers through her hair. "Well, as much as I think you would be a help, I just couldn't. It's my job so." She said, trying to usher him away from the door. "Why are you still here? Everyone is gone home." Mick asked. "I got overtime for being cheeky." she explained. "When I was there?"

"What? No, if course not-" Mick cut her off. "I watched it through the window for a few minutes so don't pretend that it wasn't my fault. Just let me help. It's not that big of a deal." Y/n debated for a moment on whether or not she should let him in. "It is kind of my fault you're here and plus, it's starting to rain." Y/n opened the door and let him in. "I'll let you help but only because its starting to rain." Mick nodded and grinned as she walked by. "Oh definitely, definitely." he mumbled. The pair set off working for a while, Mick mainly sweeping up and Y/n counting the money and refilling different containers. As she was cleaning out one of the machines, she noticed a certain blonde man staring at her in the reflection. She watched him for a few more seconds before deducing that he was in fact looking at her. "You okay over there?" Y/n asked through a grin.

Mick jumped up and quickly thought of a lie. "Well, my mother usually cleans the blender after I use it at home but erm- I can't clean it properly." he stuttered. "Mmh, so you can drive these advanced cars but you can't clean a blender?" He nodded in return. That was the worst excuse he has ever made up in his life. She however, couldn't wipe the smile off of her face as she watched in amusement. "Alright, so I guess you start off by making sure the machine is off and then you go looking for any clumps or leftovers in the blade of the blender. Now, what you'd want to do is-" In all honesty, Mick wasn't listening. He was just watching how focused the girl in front of him was trying to clean a blender. He liked how her hair was tied up and how a few strands just fell out of place and perfectly onto her face.

"And that's about it." Mick snapped out of his daydream and smiled. "You get all that?" Y/n asked. Mick nodded. Ne wasn't even listening but could you blame him? Y/n looked oh so gorgeous. "Yeah but just in case, erm...how about you come over and supervise my cleaning the blender?" Smoothe Mick, very smoothe. "Are you trying to flirt?" Y/n grinned. "Is it working?" he asked. "Not in the slightest but good effort." She turned back around and finished off cleaning the rest of the blenders, leaving Mick a bit flustered. "So, that's us done." Y/n sighed. "Yeah. Maybe I could help you again next time. You know, since I now know how to clean a blender." Y/n chuckled at Mick's remark and nodded. "Absolutely. Well, I'll see you around-"

"Actually, could I maybe take you-" Mick was thinking, thinking if the right words to say and not sound creepy. Y/n knew what he was going to ask but she wasn't the best communicator either. "Take me to a basement?" she joked. "What? No. Erm, could I maybe take you out? Like to hang out for something?"

"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" she asked him. "No, not a clue." he replied. "Well if I was in that situation I wouldn't know either but I think I'm supposed to say yes and then you pick a time that suits you." Y/n said. "Yeah, I think you do. So Friday, 8pm?" he asked. "Wow. Those are random but at the most cliché of times." she chuckled. "Yeah, I can go then." she said. "Perfect, I'll pick you up then." Y/n watched as Mick walked away. She wondered how long it would take for him to realise that he didn't know where she lived and surely enough he came jogging back. "Hey, where do I pick you up?" he asked. She chuckled and took a pen out of her pocket. "That's my address and my phone number in case you need me before then." she said clicking the pen and shoving it back into her pocket. "Now, I'll see you around." Mick joked. "I hope I do. See ya Mick." Mick watched as she walked away to her car and drive away. He was going to miss her but hey, it was only until Friday.

[getvalentined]

hi! i'm actually really interested in the "is cait sith reeve" debate and was fascinated by your post since you firmly believe cait sith is his own person.

i'm playing through dirge right now so i can't comment fully on what transpires there, but based on rebirth alone i'm having trouble believing cait sith isn't controlled by him. i know your post said rebirth excluded a scene that made it clear cait sith is his own person, but I'm not sure what you're referring to exactly. The only thing I can think of is the original game, where Cait Sith sacrifices himself and says not to forget him even if another Cait Sith comes along...which is a good point, though one could potentially argue that Reeve is just sentimental.

Anyway, what I want to know is: if Cait Sith has a personality separate from Reeve and can move independently while Reeve is busy, then why does Cait Sith repeatedly go offline in Rebirth while Reeve is busy? This is the main argument I see and one of my favorites, so I think answering that could help your own. The only arguments I can think up are either that the devs wanted to give players clear hints that Reeve controls Cait Sith, or that he wants to make sure he's monitoring Cait Sith when the cat interacts with the party. But besides that, Cait Sith really doesn't act like a different person. Sure, he has an accent and is silly, but he doesn't make any comment whatsoever (as far as I know) that indicates he isn't Reeve himself. In fact, the party treats Cait Sith and the Shinra employee controlling him as the same person, and Cait Sith doesn't attempt to rebuke it. (Outside of maybe lying that he's a mere amusement park attraction?)

i do admit, if dirge seriously contradicts this interpretation, it's weird for the devs to go against it...but as someone who once believed cait sith and reeve were separate and changed their mind after rebirth, I just don't think there's enough evidence based on rebirth alone to claim that cait sith is his own person.

on that note, you mentioned cait sith has his own likes and dislikes separate from reeve and i'm actually really curious about that! do you have an example of that? :D It sounds like fun trivia lol (i really like reeve and cait sith...)

anyway thank you for reading till the end! sorry if this is unwelcome

There's a scene in Dirge where Reeve and Cait walk out of the same room together, reacting to one another independently:

Further, Cait Sith only goes into stasis twice in the entirety of Rebirth as far as I can recall? Once at the end of a board meeting that Reeve was active in, but seemingly not for the entirety of the board meeting, as Cait Sith appeared to be mid-conversation and trailed off when Reeve got bad news—this makes sense if he's connected to Cait Sith and has the capacity to control him directly as needed, but not if he had to do so actively 100% of the time. The other time is in Cosmo Canyon, because he's clearly not interested in their woo-woo metaphysical nonsense, and he cites it as taking time to recharge his batteries.

Reeve is still working as Director of Urban Planning during all of this, so I find it super hard to believe that he's spending 99.9999% his time at a computer or mentally controlling and speaking through a doll while also running the department that is trying to put Midgar back together after the plate drop—particularly not since we have official meta stating that he's an Inspire, which I cited in a reblog.

Beyond that, there's this bit in the OG, which Cait Sith says to himself, in an empty room:

There is no explanation for this if Cait Sith is entirely remote controlled. There's no one else here to hear it, no reason for him to express these feelings—or even have feelings in the first place!

In Rebirth it's even more clear, because he expresses physical strain as he's literally holding the Temple up by keeping himself wedged under the platform. He's uncomfortable, he's physically taxed, he's in pain. Again, most of this occurs in an empty room, and would not happen if he was just a toy that Reeve had to control directly like a complex RC car or something.

The concept of likes and dislikes that are independent is less solidly shown in-canon, but they have distinctly different personalities, and Reeve is very clearly not interested in things like prophecies and the Promised Land and all that—he is a scientist at the end of the day, a civil and mechanical engineer—and yet Cait Sith's whole shtick is to tell fortunes! This is also something that he seems to enjoy doing quite a bit, even if he's not very good at it. (He gets better. Kinda.)

Cait Sith is obviously connected to Reeve, but it's equally obvious that he's not analogous. Presumably Cait Sith doesn't care when he's equated to Reeve because he is Reeve's eyes and ears in the field, even when he's not in direct control. The fact that he only really talks about himself as an individual when he's alone kind of implies that he'd rather the others not know, because he doesn't want them to be upset about what's going to happen to him; if he were nothing more than a glorified RC toy, this wouldn't be a concern, because he wouldn't have concerns at all.

[rixsjwb]

gojo x f!reader

summary: your a close friend of gojo that he recently introduced to his fans on stream, you have a thick French accent and can barely speak any good English but his fans love you, here's some interaction between you and gojo that's fans go crazy about.

note: just wrote did not reread sorry if it doesn't make sense make it make sense and enjoy✨️

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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 1:

gojos fans were quick to fill his chat with comments people often heard or seen him play duolingo learning French he'd often get asked 'why are you learning French?' or 'who's the special girl?' but gojo brushed it off very casually

"who am I learning French for? oh! just a close friend of mine; you want to see her? one day guys.. one day!"

gojo has talked to you before about joining his stream? infact you supported him by watching some of his streams on your free time.

you adjust your rimless glasses to better see gojo as he's talking to you in broken English, so you can better understand him? but its still a little hard to understand eventually he gives up pulling a translator out and translating what he has to say

est-ce que tu veux joindre mon stream?

you nod you head showing you don't mind joining him stream, su-sure you stutter out trying to pronounce the word in a more english way than in a french accent.

he's pretty much jumping in his seat saying 'merci!" in a terrible englishified way you can't help but stiffle a laugh.

when you first joined his stream you couldn't really understand what the chat was saying, but you watches as it passed by so fast. gojo often replied to people's questions while you just sat beside him with a soft smile on your face

"she's pretty! I know she's such a cutie."

shokir:"I love her glasses!."

toji_fuhsji:"yoo gojo can pull??? since when?"

megu:"who'd this?"

gojosecondballsack: "nevermind gojo give me that sexy thing beside him😊✨️"

he reads every comment smiling as he's glad his fans are welcoming you with open arms, he then hears a familiar sound ringing from his computer as he xs out the stream app he sees that the groupchat he's in is blowing up and that yuji started the call📞.

"YOO GOJO WHOS THAT BUEATIFUL WOMAN BESIDE YOU??" yuji screams in his mic making it sound bassboosted.

gojo can hear suguru's light chuckles in the back as he watches more of his close friends join the call while still on stream.

"she's my bestie/roomie! what chu hoes laughin at?" he says questioning them.

sukuna who rarely shows up decided to answer the question

" weve known ya for awhile now why's this the first time I'm s'eenin her?"

"facts she's actually adorable tho" shoko pipes up

"hi y/n bonjour salute!! comment ça va?"

shoko says you're almost shocked that one of gojos friends seem to know french you pipe up to speak back to her your velvety, soft voice responding back.

"ça va bien, tu peux parlé le française?"

you say, but your getting your answer as she doesn't seem to respond back "you speak french?"

you say your accent evident as you attempt to come out your comfort zone speaking english

"ahh she can speak? she sounds great to have just started learning it."

shoko says gojo pulls out the translator translating what shoko said so you could understand what she said, you've always let gojo know how self conscious you were of your accent but hearing that complement made you feel bashful you shake your hands one in front of the other waving them back and forth to show your denying that your English isn't very great.

gojo can't help but feel awe about how bashful you get when someone complements you.

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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 2 :

while gojo was gaming playing a scary game his fans recommend with suguru and sukuna. despite hie headphones being on and occasionally looking back at the cam to see if it's recording his face he notices movement of his slightly open door.

he watches as the door eventually gets wider showing you who seemingly just woke up from a nap, from your neck and up is cut of from the cam as you come closer to see what game he's playing.

you eventually lean over more to see more of the game he watches as the chat seems to move at nano seconds he's thinking it's moving fast because a monsters there or obviously because you showed up after dipping and not showing up on his streams for a good 2 weeks or so.

he then realizes it's because of how low cut your shirt is and how your pretty muching creating a invisible chair to sit on to get a better view of the computer he notices your cleavage is pretty much on full display and yoi don't seem to notice he feels almost bad that his fans were probably gonna say inappropriate stuff about you he's quick to speak up tho.

"yo yo hold on hold on.."

gojo tells suguru and megumi there characters in the game pausing to look back at him.

gojo was quick to find a spare chair in his room and even got you a shirt to pit over your chest to avoid the possible sexulization coming.

"put this shirt on.." gojo mutters to busy on seeing if he can pull your shirt more up to cover the cleavage but desided to just help your put on his shirt he gently pushes you down to sit on the spare chair he had, pulling the collar of the shirt over your head that popped out. and fixing it taking a good look at you to see if the white shirt he'd Givin you was see thought.

once confirmed he resumed playing.

" okay we back gang, sukuna move your fantasy character he's blocking my way!"

gojo says, minutes later sending a glance to you

making sure your fine.

later it was pretty much trending that he was looking out for you.

sugurughetto: yo jojo siwa your trending on tiwtter.

jojosiwa: I know I'm just that famous youk?😍

suukunatuna: shut your bitch ass up.

shokoloco🥳: I'm surprised usually you wouldn't give a shit bout girls but looks like this ones serious.

jojosiwa: it's not serious! we're just close guys YOU MAD YOU AINT TRENDING HOE.

jojosiwa:guys let's brainstorm streaming ideas😊

tojiskidmarks: I'm tryna see s'this bueaty in person.

chosokamotod4agon: play gta 6

to say he was praised for looking out for you.

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𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 3:

you had a tattoo on your lower back and just right under your boob there small tattoos not to big not the small your lower back one doesn't tend to show but with the low rise flared out leggings you wore where low enough that if you bend over far enough it'd show a bit.

gojo was making a stream about opening gifts from fans and there was alot to open, sine yoi were curious about one small box you desided to open it but it was quite father away from you.

"gojo you pass, can you pass box?" you stretch out trying to make a accurate point to which box you specifically want you learn in further have to lean off your chair to reach, he stands up to pick up the box his lanky long legs taking just one big step to reach it as he turns back around to sit on the chair he notices writing in your back.

"woah what's that's on your back?" he motions. placing his hand on the exact area we saw the tattoo, you show the tattoo on your lower back causing gojo to be shocked as he never thought you'd have a tattoo.

"bro! that's fuckin crazy, yall look at the tattoo!" he says in shock grabing his camera and showing the tattoo much closer " do you have anymore?" he points at your back and trys to make a motion signifying 'more?' because you're intelligent you understood immediately, lifting your shirt to show your other tattoo.

"WOAHH THERE woah don't go flashing the fans now" he cackled knowing dam well you wouldn't even understand what he said.

you lift your shirt up careful to nor flash your boobs you watch as satoru zooms in to the tattoo, touching the tattoo like a curious child touches glass when looking at a toy that interest them. you pull down your shirt after feeling a arm snake around your waist.

"she's mine buddies you ain't stand in a chance." he says arrogantly , he eventually puts the camera back where it was, you open the small box seeing a bueatiful swan necklace with a note inside your soft gasp caught sayorus attention causing him to look over at you.

when he sees the necklace he's also surprised he takes the small note in it reading it aloud.

"this is for y/n! hope she enjoys and I've been a fan for so long gojo! you make my day!" the fan wrote.

gojo digs in his brain to find the right words in french to tell you the necklace is yours.

"pour toi!"

gojo says he can tell your very touched by the gift. as you mutter a thank you with a bright smile.

thank you for the support and critique on my french it will definitely benefit me in the future thank you🙏🙏🙏

[ilovecockroaches]

Side Kick

Minors DNI

Maximine Le Mal X Fem Reader

(No Valentina this time)

Maxime can turn into his roach self whenever but in this fic he only has antennas, also this fic is bad the only time I could write it was after work, so my mind wasn't really in the place to write a really good fic for you all, I am very sorry.

Also, I was really hungry at the food part :')

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You were the side kick of a very famous superhero; you never really liked the superhero you worked for because of his arrogance and his misogynistic views. But it put food on the table.

As you sat at your desk in the hero's lair, you did research for the man you work for on a new villain he's fixated on. "Who's the new villain of the week?" Your coworker asks sitting next to you as you type away. "Some French guy...Maxime le mal" You respond not looking away from your screen trying to make it seem you didn't know who he was. "Hmm sounds scary." He scoots his chair next to you leaning in, you can't tell if he's focusing on your computer or you. "What are you doing tonight?" He asks, "I'm getting home late so I don't really feel like going out." You respond, it wasn't like your coworker was ugly, but he wasn't Maxime. He gets up to leave which leaves you alone to study Maxime some more, in full truth you were crazy for Maxime, and you gave the idea to your boss to piss him off so you could see Maxime a lot more and have a reason too than just stalking some crush.

You leave the lair at around 11pm. You get into your car and a long-exaggerated sigh leaves your mouth as all the stress from today is relieved. You're driving and you decide to get something to eat and pull into some random gas station with a taco truck.

You lean on your car waiting for your food to be done. "French cuisine is much better than some tacos..." you recognize that French accent, so you turn to see Maxime leaning on your car next to you. "Why on earth would your boss let you go home this late?" You couldn't stop the blush grow across your cheeks from hearing his voice. A sly smirk creeps up on his face, you couldn't believe that the man you would touch yourself to every night is standing in front of you, "He thinks I'm just some 'women side kick' who isn't worth the extra security. Maxime scoffs in response, "I would treat you so much better" He takes a step closer, but your number was called out, so your quickly turn away to get it.

"Let's see what you got." Maxime rubs his hands together walking over to you peering into the Styrofoam take out box. "It's just some carnitas tacos..." You open the box as a form of proof, he hums. "Is there a reason you came to me instead of my boss?" He nods "I'm kidnapping you." He grabs you and picks you up being careful of your food and taking you into his luxurious limo. Of course, you don't fight, you've been wanting this to happen for months. You open the box and start eating adding the jalapeño and salsa etc. on your tacos, you could fee his eyes burning into you as you eat. "I've been watching you, not just right now but for a while" You feel your face heat up and you already know your face is red. "Why?" Is the only thing you can choke out, "Your skills are amazing and not to mention your magnificent to look at" You choke on your food in response which draws out a long low laugh. The rest of the ride was quiet, it was mostly him watching you eating. Every once in a while, he would bite his lip, or a blush would creep up on his face but that's about it.

Before you could finish your meal, you felt a wave of tiredness and drowsiness. The last thing you see is Maximes smile as you feel yourself pass out.

You woke up in a bedroom that looked like a hotel room, the only difference is your ankle was chained to the bed and the door was locked. Your mind immediately went straight to kinky sex and your face became flustered immediately. As you examine the room, you hear the door open Maxime walks in, wearing his green undershirt and his black jeans. You hide your flushed face from his. He mumbles something as you feel a hand grab your face and turn it to his, "Putain, ne me cache pas ton visage..." His gaze filled with frustration and desire. "What?" You stutter out your face red with embarrassment. "Do not hide your face from me." He brings his face close to yours, "I know you want me, almost as much as I want you." He whispers, your face even more red, if that was even possible. "I- uhm..." Your mind glitching as the sudden confession, "Please..." He responds his gaze mixed with desire and desperation as he pleads for the response he craves. "I don't think it's possible for you to like me more than I do," you say barley above a whisper as you move your mouth closer to his ear. You heard a springing noise and notice his antennas shoot up straight at your confident response. "Can me and you...fuc-k?" He says pausing trying to find the right word in English, he adds a very strong emphasis on the 'K' which makes you smile.

Your words caught in the back of your throat unable to form a coherent sentence, you scoff at your lack of confidence and wrap your arms around his neck bringing your lips to his. He was shocked at first but soon he finds his confidence as your lips dance together, the room fills with need and lust as he leans into the kiss, deepening it. You feel him pull away, his face red and antennas perfectly straight pointing up, "Je- I need you, s’il vous plaît" He fumbles over his words mixing in his main language, his blush strong and a bold color. You stare at him as it all hits you that the man you've wanted for months is in front of you, ready to fuck you, and you're sitting there embarrassing yourself. You sit back into the bed grabbing his collared shirt bringing him closer, "Actions speak louder than words." You whisper in his ear with a daring tone as he presses his lips on yours again, but this kiss was dirtier he had more want as his tongue forces an entry, you moan into the kiss as your tongues meet, they swirl together as if they've met before. You removed your hands from his neck as they slowly unbutton his shirt. You both pull away and gasp and crush your lips together again, the same pace resuming as his shirt is now open and his lean body was revealed. Your hands, almost like a magnet, traces all over his chest making his body shiver and a small whimper enters into your mouth.

His eyebrows furrow as you pull away, he was about to complain before you took your shirt off his eyes travel down the revealed skin, "Ma chérie, tu es tellement sexy" You blush not knowing what he said but the tone was enough for you to understand, his hands immediately rush over to grope on your boobs as his hands find their way to the back of the bra and unhook it. A pleasant sigh leaves your mouth at the release of your boobs. You notice his look, you can tell he wants something, "Ma chérie...Can we try something..." Youve never seen him this timid and you've never felt so wet.

His mouth sucking on your chest as he lays down your hand on his long slim cock, the moans vibrations tease your buds as he humps into your hand, having his biggest fantasy filled by the woman he wanted the most. As you felt his cum spurt all over your hand you bring it to your mouth and taste his semen. The look in his eyes shifting into something much darker, his wants morphing from something so genuine and passionate to something rougher and dirtier. He sits up from laying in your thighs, a whine leaves your lips as his moth leaves you nipples. "Lay on your stomach." He demanded, you respond with a moan, full of anticipation, and lay on your stomach your ass in the air. You felt him stand behind you his hands wander all over your ass as he rips open a hole, you gasp as he ruins your pair of pants, "There wasn't even a ho-" Your sentence caught off with a moan as he slaps your ass leaving a cute little mark. A low laugh escapes from the back of his throat as you felt his, already hard dick, lay on your ass. You whimper as he presses a hand on top of his dick, his throbbing length pulses as he starts moving his hips to fuck the space your ass and his hand had created. He was using you and you couldn't be anymore happy, small moans and groans leave his mouth a few French phrases as well, his other hand rubs along your panties, every once in a while, he rubs near your clit making you moan.

He groans in frustration moving his hand and turning you on your back, he removes your pants like a normal person, you were a little upset he didn't tear them but oh well. He, thankfully, rips off your panties as he drags his leaking tip across your clit. "Beg." Is all he could say through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving you as his dark eyes tell a story of want and desperation, you shiver in anticipation and fear. "Please! I need your cock in me, Maxime please..." Your eyes pleading as you stutter over your words. His smile grows more as he moves his tip near your entrance and puts in barley his whole tip. A long groan leaves your mouth, "Putain, beg." His voice low and stern, you moan out, "Maxime, please I need your cock. I'm so desperate for you." His finger rubs circles around your clit, "hmm we will fix this at another date." He mumbles to himself as he rams into you moving his finger directly onto your clit, a loud moan leaves your mouth. He moves his hips as his finger harasses your clit, his long cock keeps hitting into your g-spot, you both moan, his low and gravely as he moans in French, vs. yours that are loud and almost scream Ish. The constant pleasure feels almost like torture as your face squishes together, your eyebrows almost touching together, your mouth hanging open but no noise leaves as your constantly feeling pleasure, having your g-spot fucked and your clit rubbed, your unable to catch a break. His eyes watching your boobs and face as he fucks into you, his hips moving at a punishing pace as he leans over to moan into your mouth, his hands keeping your legs up to allow his cock deeper into you. A moan you weren't aware was building up and finally left as you feel a wave of unreasonable pleasure wash over you.

He keeps fucking you through your orgasm his face still holding that cocky smirk as well as his blush. You grab onto his arm looking up at him, waiting for him to stop but he doesn't. His pace slows down as he lets a long moan out and you gasp as you feel his cum fill you up. "Maxime!" Is all you can moan out as he plants kisses onto your neck. You smile at the intimate gesture, your smile drops slightly as you feel him getting hard and his hips returning to the rough pace, "J’ai besoin que tu sois enceinte!" He moans out your face scrunching up again...

[stayevildarling]

Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple - Part 1

A/N: Hi there! recently I had the idea of Wilhemina x Miranda and due to my poll I decided to write them x reader. I have written like 10k + words so I'm going to divide it into parts.

tw: mention of disability, very mild mention of drugs, sexual tension

word count: 1.7k

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As the elevator bell dings, Wilhemina finds herself in a large white modern hallway. She takes a few steps, her cane hitting off the marble floor as she approaches the receptionist. ,,May I help you?'' a brunette asks her. The redhead clears her throat before explaining ,,I'm here for an interview with Miss Charlton''. The receptionist reaches for the phone scanning Wilhemina up and down, while remaining friendly.

,,If you just go through that corridor, Miss Charlton will meet you by the conference room'' the brunette explains. Wilhemina nods, before making her way over to where she was told to go. Despite the redhead usually being quite confident in herself, at least on the outside, she was nervous, her heart pounding in synch with the echoing of her cane hitting the floor.

,,Ms Venable?'' a redhead asks, slightly snappy, again scanning Wilhemina up and down. ,,Yes, nice to meet you'' she replies, trying to muster up her best smile and trying to be as friendly as possible.

,,I knew I should have made photos a requirement on applications'' the woman with a british accent mumbles as she invites Wilhemina to take a seat and closes the door.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina slightly snaps before the woman named Emily turns around. ,,I'm sorry, it's just here at Runway we have certain expectations'' she replies.

,,Are you referring to my disablitiy?'' Wilhemina questions, looking at her cane. The other woman's breath gets caught in her throat before she quickly apologises. ,,No I'm so sorry, not at all. It's just we.. especially Miranda has quite the strict view on fashion and you are.. very.. purple''. Miss Charlton explains, trying to save the situation a little bit.

,,Let's just start. Can you tell me a little about yourself?'' she asks. Wilhemina explains how she has worked in HR and helped built the company she worked for before. She explains her skill set, including computer skills, financing and other typical HR things.

Emily reads over her application again, certainly impressed at the woman's accomplishments. ,,May I ask why you decided to come to New York? I have read you are from Los Angeles? and I'm sorry but you know we don't have any HR positions available and this would be the position of Miranda Priestly's second assistant, me being the first of course''. She questions and explains at the same time.

And right there Wilhemina is pulled into a flashback, waves of memories crashing her thoughts and momentarily causing for silence in the room. Of course she didn't want to move, especially not to New York. And no she didn't want to be assistant to some dragon lady who works in the fashion industry but the redhead had no other choice. For six months she had looked and applied to jobs and somehow the only interviews she managed to secure were in New York, including this one. There wasn't a lot of HR positions available and the ones she wrote to never replied or found someone younger or better.

,,You know Ms Venable, I don't think this is any of your business'' Jeff raised his voice.

,,Pardon me?'' Wilhemina questioned sternly. All she wanted was some more responsibility in the company. More meaningful tasks rather than making sure they have enough drugs or certain entertainment on their flights.

,,You know there is an old saying, if you don't like where you are at the moment, maybe you should move on''. Mutt explained.

,,Yeah maybe it's time to move on from Kinero Robotics Ms Venable'' Jeff agreed.

,,Do I need to remind you, I was the first person you hired when this company was operating out the back of a van? I have given you everything that I have. Every second of every day. I've sacrificed any semblance of a personal life. Friendships, family I don't even have a decent hobby'' Wilhemina argued back.

,,Well we certainly hope you find that somewhere else'' one of them joked before Wilhemina walked away for good.

And that's how Wilhemina had lost her job, they didn't technically fire her and they did come begging after a while as they realised what they lost but Wilhemina had no desire to work for those two anymore.

,,Ms Venable?'' the calling of her name pulls her back into the present.

,,Yes I'm quite aware, I was doing more assistant duties in my recent job rather than HR things so I know how both works'' Wilhemina replies.

,,Very well, I have to report back to Ms Priestly and we will be in touch'' Emily explains as she parts ways with Wilhemina.

As Wilhemina walks out of the meeting room, Emily makes her way back to her desk, sighing slightly and rubbing her temples. ,,Who was that?'' she hears the voice of her boss as she approaches from behind and watches Wilhemina walk out and into the elevator. ,,Um she- she was here for the interview'' Emily states, nervousness overtaking her as it had been far too long since the position was vacant but none of the other applicants had been worthy of the task so far.

,,And how did that go?'' Miranda questions, her eyes piercing through Emily. ,,I'm - she's a bit strange but she's got a perfectly acceptable skill set and I think this may work''. Emily had no idea what she was saying to her boss but somehow there was something about Wilhemina she could see working out. ,,Good give her a call then, I'll meet her tomorrow'' Miranda explains before heading out for lunch.

A little while later Wilhemina makes it back to her apartment, getting ready to make some tea, as she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. ,,Venable'' she answers the phone before the annoying voice of a british ginger she had met with before appears. ,,Hi Ms Venable, this is Emily, we would gladly offer you the position, would you be able to make it to the office by 8am tomorrow? Ms. Priestly would like to meet with you.'' Wilhemina accepts before the call ends.

The rest of her day is spent with usual Wilhemina things, up until six months ago she in fact didn't have any decent hobbies but since moving to New York she took it upon herself to actually try and do things she enjoys. This mostly contained her weird little routines, like a coffee in the morning while reading the newspaper, her usual 3pm walk around the park and occasionally knitting while watching the history channel in the background. Before Wilhemina goes to bed this evening, she starts her computer, googling some more about Runway and her soon to be boss Ms. Priestly.

,,Dragon Lady, career-obsessed, drove away another Mr. Priestly'' one of the headlines reads. This article had been some time ago now and the rest Wilhemina can find is all about the latest fashion shows and events run by Runway. The redhead can't help but chuckle at the Dragon Lady headline.

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,,She may see you now'' Emily explains the next morning, after Wilhemina spent some time at her desk, getting familiar with Mirandas schedule, important clients and phone numbers. The redhead gets up, balancing on her cane before walking into her bosses office.

,,And you are.. Ms Venable?'' Miranda questions, taking her reading glasses off and taking a good luck at the redhead standing in-front of her. Usually Miranda would refer to her assistants on a first name basis but somehow she wasn't sure with this one. She was remarkably older than her usual assistants and she definitely has class. Wilhemina didn't notice what an impression she already made on the woman with slightly grey hair.

,,The pleasure is all mine Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina replies, facing an inner battle of needing to be friendly considering it's her first day but her usual bitchy and snarky self coming through.

Miranda's response is a low throaty chuckle before moving on. ,,I assume Emily has got you situated''

,,Yes she did'' Wilhemina replies bluntly and to the point.

,,I'm curious, why Runway?'' Miranda questions as she scans Wilheminas outfit, that is plastered in purple yet again.

,,I have experience in HR and being an assistant and therefore I think this is a good fit''. Wilhemina explains calmly.

,,Are you aware that the colour purple in fashion was very popular in the 1860's and quickly became associated with the royal and wealthy?'' Miranda carries on.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, not too sure what to even reply to her statement. ,,What makes you think I'm neither?'' was what Wilhemina had really wanted to say but instead she remained silent.

,,Is there anything I can assist you with this morning?'' Wilhemina eventually asks before Miranda pauses a moment.

,,No that's all'' her boss replies before Wilhemina makes her way back to her desk.

,,Um-'' Emily watches as Wilhemina returns, of course having overheard the entire thing. Slightly dumbfounded at the name choice, the fact Miranda didn't kill her for asking a question and not sending Wilhemina on several runs for coffees and other things.

,,Emily, go fetch those Calvin Klein skirts and some coffee'' Miranda says as she walks out of the office, grabbing her coat and handbag.

,,But-'' Emily has no chance to reply as Miranda is already gone. Her face is overtaken by anger as she glares at Wilhemina. ,,You know this is your job. You are responsible for the phone until I'm back'' Emily explains as she hastily runs out.

Wilhemina mutters a snarky reply under her breath before continuing her work.

About half an hour later Miranda returns to the office, Emily not back yet, she hesitates before handing her coat and bag to Wilhemina. The redhead takes her belongings before hanging them up. Miranda watches carefully noticing how the redhead has to balance on her cane and her movements swift but careful. The boss of Runway can't help but examine Wilhemina's gloves with a hint of disgust.

,,Demarchelier confirmed while you were gone, it's noted in your calendar. I have also rearranged one of your meetings for you, as it would have overlapped with another'' Wilhemina calmly explains as she makes it back to her desk.

,,De- you?'' Miranda stares at Wilhemina a bit dumfounded as this was in fact her first day. ,,Fine'' she simply says, her usual sternness overtaking her again.

Wilhemina can't help but notice her boss staring at her gloves, overtaking by insecurity she snaps ,,Is there some sort of problem?''

Miranda's eyes widen as her gaze meets the redheads. ,,Is this at least real leather or faux leather?'' she questions and Wilhemina can't help but chuckle lowly.

,,And where is Emily with those skirts and coffees? did she die on the way or something?'' Miranda questions, walking back into her office.

[jad3s1]

Phillip Graves x fem!Reader (smut!!)

cw: smut with like no plot, graves being a bitch like usual, this is like my first smut ever…. Aftercare!! and masturbation(male) not proofread🙏

NSFW under cut!!

“Listen sweetheart, for all I know you are a great fighter and you work great out on the field but I don't know if I'm comfortable with you running around out there getting shot at out there” Graves tried to reason with you. “I am literally one of your best soldiers'' you pout as you look up at him. currently you were arguing with your captain about going on the next mission, it was almost a lost cause. It was like recently everytime you tried to go on missions he would stop you and tell you that it was too dangerous and that he found someone to take your place. you were always stuck back at base while everyone else got to have fun.

you were starting to think he was thinking you were weak. You were relatively shorter and smaller but just as physically capable as everyone else of the shadows. “You are very strong sweetheart, trust me I know better than anyone. but i think i'd be better if you stayed back on this one.” he said as he was getting more annoyed at your fighting back. your eyebrows furrowed and your eye slightly twitched. “I'm a part of the shadows just as much as everyone else! Why aren't I allowed to go with them? it's not like i'm slowing you down.” you say abc with anger and disappointment in your voice. “I'm your commander and you listen to me. now get back to the training hall soldier. I don't want to hear another word about you whining about this topic, understand?” he said sternly with a mean and cold look on his face. “Yes sir.” you say quietly before turning on your heels and walking to the training hall with the rest of the shadows.

after a few hours of training you walked to your dorm and closed the door after you, —changing into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt— you went to your desk and started watching a show on your computer, american psycho really came in clutch when you wanted to get your mind off things, even if you never found it that scary. in the middle of the movie there was a knock at your door, you paused the movie and vent to open your door. graves stood there in more casual clothes, he looked at you before speaking up. “Can I come in? I want to talk to you,” he said. you sighed and had no choice but letting him in, you both sat down on your bed and there was a silent moment before graves spoke up again. “listen… I'm sorry for yelling at you, that was wrong and I know you're upset and I want to make it up to you, my sweet girl.” he spoke softly as he put a hand over your thigh and you looked up from the ground and into his eyes. “Will you let me go on the mission?” You said in an almost hopeful voice. “I was thinking something different… Just trust me, okay?” he said careful petting your upper thigh, all of this was known to you. you hadn't even had your first kiss. “Have you ever done something like this sweetheart?” he said with his slightly southern accent dripping from his words as he looked into your eyes. “n-no..” you admit shyly as blush spreads across your cheeks. “such a good girl, all for me.” he said as he cupped your cheek in his hands and turned your face to his, “ive… ive never had my first kiss either..” you shamefully answer. "That's okay baby, I'll teach you okay?” he said in a soft, almost baby type of voice. “Just close your eyes and be a good girl for me,okay baby?” he instructed, as you did what he said and closed your eyes he pulled you into a kiss and as his lips touched yours he tilted his head and gently started deepening the kiss.you let out a whine as if you were desperate for more, as you whined into the kiss he held the back of your head so you couldn't move. he bit your bottom lip and as you opened your mouth he entered with is tongue, and as his warm tongue danced along yours you could taste the sweetness of him through the kiss. once you finally pulled apart, breathlessly. a sting of saliva parted between you, the hand on the back of your head pulled you back into him and as you two were kissing his hand started inching closer into your inner thigh. you whined again, this time it was more of a soft moan than anything. smiling as you pulled a part he said looking into your lustful eyes “you're doing so good for me. you wanna keep being a good girl for me?” He spoke soft and slow. you nodded your head “okay, get onto my lap sweet girl” He patted his thigh, and you crawled obediently into his lap sitting facing him.

A blush spread on your face as you could feel the material of his jeans rub you against your silk pajama shorts. you started to feel a tingly sensation, you felt it before when he was looking so deeply into your eyes but never really thought of it before. you subconsciously began softly grinding against his leg as you hid your face in his shoulder. “Good girl” Graves muttered as his hands found their way to your hips as he gently guided you to go a little harder. your pussy started to get wet as your moans were muffled by Graves shoulder. “you want me to help you through your orgasm baby girl?” he murmured as he kissed your neck. you whined in response,and one of the hands he had on your hips moved from your hips and into your shorts. pussing past you white cotton panties he rubbed soft care full circles on your clit, after a few circles he moved his hand down and slightly teased your entrance before slowly pushing in one of his fingers, you moaned as tears filled up your eyes when he pussed in the second one and they started moving inside your gummy walls.after a few thrusts and you desperately whimpering, you finally manage to pull your head out of teh crook of his neck “nhg, plea- please im gonna- ah fuck” you moan out. he pumps his fingers faster into your dripping pussy “its okay baby, be a good girl and cum for me” he cooed at you. as he did, you finally came. as the orgasm ripped through you you let out a slutty whimper\moan.

Afterwards he laid you down on the bed and cleaned you off with a warm, wet towel. He found you a fresh pair of panties and tucked you into bed, pulling the sheets over you and kissing your forehead. He sat next to your bed stroking your head and whispering sweet nothings into your hair until you finally fell asleep. Once you did he got up and went to his own room.

when he was in his own room he changed into sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, once he laid down in his own bed he felt his cock was painfully hard as he remembered your sweet moans. he reached a hand down his pant and softly palmed himself through his boxers, he finally after some time pulled his cock into his hand and started pumping it fast up and down as he let out the filthiest groan you will ever hear. he jerked himself off tho the memory of your soft moans and whimpers. Once he finally came he was a panting mess.

He laid his head down on his pillow and closed his eyes as he fell asleep with the cold air hitting his body that was not covered by the sheets.

[writergracethepanda]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥 Secret Shanghai Edition

the character everyone gets wrong

Marshall. He is canonically an excellent cook, s why are we convinced he'd set something on fire if left alone in the kitchen?

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

no comment

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME I have seen Alisa and Phoebe shipped (let aroace people live and bisexuals are still bisexual even in a seemingly hetero relationship) or those takes I've seen on TikTok of people shipping Rosalind and Benedikt and Celia and Marshall if I weren't on my computer I would put sooooo many barf emojis here

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

luckily nothing yet I believe

worst discord server and why

mine with my friends its sooo annoying how we have incredibly amazing and intelligent and sometimes incoherent conversations like guys we're the worst (sarcasm)

which ship fans are the most annoying?

like I said, anyone who ships the above things needs to stay 10 feet away from me at all times and undergo intense media literacy training

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I think everyone's answer for this is Oliver. I'm so sorry we (especially me tbh) did you so dirty pre fhh I promise we've learnt our lesson!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Oliver loves cats. incorrect. Cats are his entire life. there is a difference, and we need to recognize it.

worst part of canon

roma and Alisa's dad just disappeared before I could beat him up

worst part of fanon

we're too funny my stomach literally hurts from laughing too hard sometimes. Seriously though, the above ship takes that make my blood boil, as well as some complaints about how a lot of us talk about how we think certain characters are neurodivergent/disabled. While I think some of those are actually considered canon, I don't understand why people are so made that we (a relatively neurospicy bunch) are identifying the parts of characters we relate to and labeling them. We're doing you no harm and not interfering with your ability to enjoy the characters. Shouldn't it be a good thing that we're able to identify with the characters? Just mind your business. (also anyone who erases Rosalind's and Alisa's aroaceness that is indeed canon and I hope both sides of your pillow are too warm)

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I don't think any

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think anyone hates these guys, but why don't we ever talk about the couple from LVC? They were so sweet, and I'm kind of sad we didn't get any mention of them in FHH.

worst blorboficiation

I feel like a bad Tumblr user, but I don't know what this means. is this like uwu-ification?

that one thing you see in fics all the time

@typingwithmyhandstied 's GENIUS

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

Juliette always has the appropriate amount of knives thank you very much for that guys :)

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I personally don't get into the Rosalind is a vampire thing, but I'm cheering you guys on from afar (im just not into vampires lol)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

idk I should probably work on my university au

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

the fact that not only did she feel comfortable falling asleep around Orion (see one of @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist 's recent posts) but Rosalind was also muttering in French in that scene. Her dominant language. She was both out of it enough/comfortable enough with him that she dropped the I was raised in American fake accent and just started speaking normally in this essay I will- basically we need to talk more about the use of multilingualism in the ss books

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

past me would be horrified to know that I like Oliver now

part of canon you found tedious or boring

I think TVD can be a bit boring sometimes, but that makes sense, since it was Chloe's debut, and she's grown immensely since then

part of canon you think is overhyped

the seagreen trio is overrated (they are literally my favorite characters)

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THE MULTILIGUALISM

ship you've unwillingly come around to

Olivercelia. Like I said, I was his strongest hater pre fhh. Now I see what she clearly sees in him.

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

discourse on ss Tumblr is mostly joking. my personal favorite is when @marsneedstherapy and I pretend to yell at each other in different languages

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"no one appreciates x enough" I do. I love them.

[vincentferard]

My thoughts on CX-2 in the most recent episode. Spoilers for The Bad Batch ofc! (Under the cut)

Okay, I have so so many thought and things I noticed in the most recent episode and I feel like if I don't share them I'm going to explode. So tune in and buckle up cause here comes a lot of word vomit 😂😭

I'm saying it right now to get it out there, I think CX is Tech and I am absolutely expecting to sob about it in the upcoming episodes.

So actually starting off, the way he interacted with Phee and Phee's ship!

He was able to get into the computer of the ship and maintain the information so easily

And the way he lingers after and watches Phee. He didn't have to do that, he had the intel, he could've left

But no, instead he stays and risks getting caught so he can watch her for a moment

Doomed love makes me so sad :(

Another thing I've been paying attention to and thinking about is that people keep theorizing CX-2 is either Tech (most likely) or Cody (less likely), right?

People have also pointed out that in yesterday's episodes CX had an accent resembling Cody as well as an accent resembling Crosshair later on

Did you know that a lot of autistic/neurodivergents in general have a subconscious tendency to mimic the way speak speak, things they say, and even their accents to fit in?

Since Tech is cannonly confirmed to be autistic and he definitely struggles with social interactions/situations the CX trooper being Tech would make that much more sense

Another thing I noticed a lot of people pointing out was how CX used the term "domicile" and...yeah.

I'm sorry but I deadass can't imagine any clone ever ever using that word other than Tech.

Also, and this one absolutely set the final stone for me, even his ship is programmed to do a Tech turn

I fucking cannot

I want my brother back, but at what cost?

If CX really really is Tech (which is seemingly more and more likely every episode) how the hell is the crew gonna handle this??

I cannot see a way that it turns out to be Tech and he doesn't die again or kill his brothers or something

I am so anxious 😭

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-07-29

Undisclosed reasons

Listening: Protodome does cute chiptune jazzy stuff. It's good room-filling music

Reading: among other things, rereading a significant chunk of Questionable Content. I dunk on QC a lot so I'm not going to here. It's a comic I care about a lot and that I read because I like it, even if it no wait not doing that. Yeah despite the enormous revolving cast it manages to be pretty well plotted on an arc-to-arc scale even if between arcs there is almost no continuity.

I haven't reread much of QC in a long time and I don't think at all since I moved out on my own which makes it stand out as a very different kind of thing. While I had friends through high school and university, we didn't exactly hang out, whereas I do occasionally just have a random friend over at my apartment or find myself hanging out on an odd weekend.

Watching: Nothing really, bleh.

Making: Got the core features of LuaLED up and running! If I don't lose focus for weeks at a time again it should actually be a useful product soon!

Revived a couple laptops that have been between operating systems and kicking around the house. Currently typing this on the ARM tablet because it's finally in a position to be used like a normal computer. It's a little slow but it handles my normal tasks great, I was using it to flip through photos and read QC.

Speaking of Photos, went out to take photos around Nuselsky Most (keyboard isn't set up for accents sorry) near Vysehrad. It's a pretty dead area at street level but there's a huge concrete bridge crossing the valley that adds some texture, I've been trying to come up with interesting photographic assignments to improve my architectural photography and I figured trying to capture something that high up was going to be interesting. That was only yesterday so it'll be a moment until I dump those photos out and get some up here.

Playing: Paradise Killer! Paradise Killer is mostly pretty good. The main gimmick of Paradise Killer is the extremely hands-off investigation system. You have an assistant computer that tracks all your relevant facts, categorizes them a little, and helps you see whether you've exhausted all your dialogue options with someone, but you really do just have to dig around the island looking for clues or you can end up in a situation where you just never find a particular clue.

The fact that it tracks loose-ends for you does soften this somewhat, if you've still got a ton of loose ends it tells you where to tug, and I think getting rid of that might have made the game more interesting but it's a good accommodation towards playing it over more than three days like I did.

Because of how the investigation is structured, you have to really put in the legwork to find out the full story, it's very easy to feel like you've probably got everything on lock with a couple odd ends but then you find a new clue and suddenly the whole shape of the case changes.

There's also the aspect of mechanical friction. The game is really does not make anything go quickly. Menus are intentionally clunky, interfaces are slow and full of animations and confirmations that can't easily be tabbed through, fast travel is involved and costly and requires planning in advance, resources are plentiful but ultimately limited and if you're not careful you absolutely can spend yourself to empty. It's a little bit of internal commentary on what you might do if you have to design a place where you can live forever.

I think if you like mystery games, or catchy city pop, it's a good game to check out.

Tools and Equipment: You can dramatically increase the fineness of a rough mushroom chop by whacking them with your palm or the flat of a blade and then chopping.

[fatherentropy]

Hello and welcome to over self indulgent, overly complicated and hamfisted storytelling somehow including the funniest way to implement deus ex machina, some venting and other cringe shit probably idk. All that I'm sure is super esoteric unless you've been here for awhile and I'm so sorry. Looking forward to the "I have no idea what's going on here" notes. Me neither, man.

Part of this was to imply Yorick is tied to Apocrypha like a Daedra and isn't exactly strictly man or mer anymore but uuuh he's largely still a WIP so y'know. Grains of salt.

excuse me as I don't tag every CVF here and inconsistencies. I'm not terribly far with any of them plus my computer doesn't like Skyrim, and I feel like I'd be annoying if I did tag this <:3c

(also tbc, Laury doesn't have an accent. He just mumbles and doesn't hit those hard notes sometimes and should probably have more letters missing but I wanted him to be uuuh somewhat understandable.)

sorry about the uh font. Think some of these pages are only legible if you open image in new tab;;

[disacurveball]

TMAGP EP 4 SPOILERS (Jonah Magnus Discussion)

“My playing was rough; eliciting only dismissive muttering from my audience. A surge of indignation welled within me, urged on by the knowledge that I, my father’s sin, who had done terrible things to reach this hall, could never return home in disgrace. I executed a jeté, a jarring musical demand for their attention, a declaration that I must be seen and heard.”

When I heard that I went actually slack jawed because genuinely, that was the most Jonah Magnus statement I ever heard in my life. The indignation, the pitless ambition, the declaration to be seen and heard.

If I wasn't sure beforehand, I am definitely sure that Augustus = Jonah Magnus now. Each of the first statements that the computer voices have read have had snippets of the TMA character they are tied to. Norris with "I'm sorry" filled with regret. Chester with the curiosity involving the institute. And now this.

I have seen a little of people saying Augustus = Jurgen which, I want to dispel. Their accent is similar, which is where I think this initially comes from, but that is because it's an antiquated, posh, southern English accent. It's posh RP. Which makes sense for more characters other than Jurgen, and that man has been dead and gone. If Chester and Norris are Jon and Martin, I really don't think it would make sense for Augustus to be a character who died in TMA S2. The voices could be no one, but if Chester and Norris = Jon and Martin, then Augustus = Jonah. I don't think you can't not have both.

Also! This is just a coincidence but did anyone else get MAG 23/MAG 127 vibes from the setting? I am pretty sure it was in Austria in TMAGP 4, not Germany- but something about the woods in a letter, where the writer (just as Dr. Fanshawe to Albrecht von Closen in MAG 127) watches another go insane, from a historical letter realllyyy connected the two in vibes to me. It would be interesting to me if Augustus just read historical statements, and what that would mean.

[captain-academia]

Quotes from Aerospace Class

a collection of quotes from 8 semesters of aerospace engineering lectures

Spaceflight

“We have 20 chemical components in our rocket fuel. It’s like making a cake!” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

“So far everyone is calling it Project Gateway. For PR reasons it is illegal to call it little ISS” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“Why breathe?” - Prof. for Aerospace Medicine

“They also built Canadarm2 a little car - because why not?” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“And then they tell you: Boy! You are loosing bone mass!” - Prof. for Human Spaceflight

“It’s hard to be a combustion chamber” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

about model rocketry: “Never forget: Small boys have small toys and big boys have big toys to play with” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

“That’s the Combustion Chamber. You could easily hide in there!” - Prof. for Rocket Propulsion

question in class: "So what happens when there is an impending collision event between two satellites in orbit? Do the operators talk to each other or is it more like a high stakes games of chicken?"

Aviation:

"Now. How to make a small fortune? Easy. You first make a large fortune and then you buy an aircraft." - Prof. for Flight Operations

"An Animometer! It's quite obvious what that does!" - Prof. for Flight Operations "So I had to tell them: Sorry, I am a flight instructor. I would like to help but I don't have time to be your maintenance work slave." - Prof. for Flight Operations

Professor, shows video of an exploding aircraft: “The Pilots ejected safely, but the aircraft was not reusable” - Prof. for Structures and Elements

“Flying while unconscious is a bad idea in the long run” - Prof. for Aerospace Medicine

“I don’t remember what the light signals at airports mean... green is good red is bad and if they are shooting at you you flew into a military air zone” - Prof. for Flight Operations

Science & Theory

You don't care if I named this fluid particle Oscar or Barbara" - Prof. for Fluid Mechanics

"Computers are just annoying bullshit if you're trying to do computer science" - Prof. for Computer Science

Student: asks a question about an electric circuit Professor for Electrical Engineering: "There is no rule. It's just magic"

In an incredibly strong German accent: “I have to tell you a secret. When I was at uni - what like 52 years ago... is that right??? Nobody was using Tensors! And you see... I’m still alive! Tensors are not necessary for a happy life.” - Prof. for Mechanics

Prof. for Mechanics, explaining some formula: “What was that one guy called??” Someone: “Pythagoras?” Prof, delighted: YES!

“Electromagnetically speaking we live in a invisible world” - Prof. for Experimental Physics

"Math ASMR?" whispers “K-Vectorspace!” - Prof. for Linear Algebra

Bonus:

when asked about progress on his research: „There are also Business Guys… and they are really ugly! … YEAH! They don’t open their wallet! But I want [fancy carbon fiber material] for my project.“ - Prof. for Material Science

"They set in motion God and the World to support their cause. And by God I mean money and by World I also mean money" - Prof. for Geospatial Data

“Always google with open eyes” - Prof. for Computer Science

in strong Italian accent: “Guys... Why do you always need motivation? ... Are you depressed?” - Prof. for Basic Mathematics