#I intend on doing more gay shit but my timing sUCKS

[thewallsaretalking-again]

Is the Skylanders fandom dead? Did it ever exist in the first place?? Well either way I made a thing. A gay thing. Have fun-

[themultifanshipper]

hiii! i was thinking maybe 🟠 from your prompt list with lando, oscar and logan if you’re up for it

like maybe reader’s oscar’s partner and since he’s a great friend and logan has a bad race, he invites logan to his driver’s room to let the frustration out on reader <33

but lando ends up coming in in the middle of it (cause we all know that mf doesn’t knock) and eventually joins?

you can change anything you want!! please and thank you!! <3

Logan had lost the will to live it seemed. Not only was he officially out of the seat, but he had crashed in FP3, not taken part in qualifying, and started from the back row. And sue him, a p16 finish wasn't making him any happier.

Oscar knew just how to cheer his friend up, though.

Warnings: smut, threesome, foursome, PinV, PinA, gay shit, sub Logan, cock warming but with your mouth? Is that a thing?, subspace?, spanking, pain kink, dacryphilia, manhandling?, degradation?, spit, praise, overstimulation, Lando comes in (pun intended) at the very end.

Edit: I only just fucking realised I forgot to put the prompt in the fic.... oops :3

Requested from my prompt list

When Oscar had approached you during the aftermath of Zandvoort, you expected him to need cheering up. But what he was offering was much better: Logan Sargeant.

When he asked you about it you were skeptical, whoring you out to the other drivers wasn't really Oscar's style. But when he explained how down Logan was feeling you readily agreed, after all you were also good friends with the American.

Logan turned out to be more of a handful than you'd anticipated.

You expected him to let you take the reigns after being so depressed and mopey, you and Oscar had discussed possible outcomes and mindsets beforehand, agreeing to be whatever Logan needed.

But what you had in front of you now was so much more pathetic, and you were instantly wet at the sight that greeted you as you opened the door to Oscar's bedroom in his Monaco apartment.

You'd been caught up in a meeting so Oscar and Logan had started without you.

And Jesus Fucking Christ what a sight.

Logan was on his knees, drooling over Oscar's cock which was sitting on his tongue. His eyes were closed and his head was being held in place by Oscar's vice grip on his blonde hair. His hips were desperately grinding against Oscar's shin as he chased his release.

You just stared at the scene, eyebrows raised in question at Oscar, who just shrugged and motioned you over.

“Logan seems to be in a very particular mood so I've instructed him to make himself come without touching before he's allowed to suck my cock, isn't that right baby?”

His hand went to cup Logan's jaw as the green eyed man looked up and nodded, Oscar's unmoving cock still nestled in his mouth.

Oscar slapped his cheek “Words, Logan”

Logan hissed and his hips stuttered as he let out a muffled “yes sir”, which made more drool pool out of his mouth and down his chin.

It was disgusting.

It was fucking hot.

“Are you close, baby?” Oscar cooed.

“Yes, sir” Logan slobbered like a dog with a bone as the rhythm of his hips sped up and he almost choked.

“Good boy” you said out of nowhere and that was it for Logan.

He spilled into his jeans as his body went lax and his eyes clouded over.

Oscar pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and tilted his head upwards.

“You okay to carry on, baby or do you need a break?”

Logan whined at the emptiness in his mouth and slurred out “carry on, please… I'm green, please fuck my mouth. I need it so bad”

You almost felt sorry for the man as Oscar groaned and gripped his hair before sliding his cock all the way in to the base. Logan was breathing hard through his nose and his body was trembling, and you felt like you were going to combust watching them.

Oscar pulled out and immediately went back in, not giving Logan any time to breathe. But that was obviously what he wanted if the way his eyes rolled back was any indication.

He wanted to be used, so be it. That was something you and Oscar could do for him.

Once Oscar had come down his throat, he pulled out and picked the exhausted man up, carrying him to the bed.

His jeans were damp, but already tented again, evidence of the enjoyment he was getting out of this, and Oscar chuckled.

“Already hard again just from me using your filthy mouth… what a whore”

Logan blushed and tried to hide himself out of embarrassment, but you took his hands and pinned them above his head while Oscar busied himself getting Logan's clothes off.

“Oh no, baby you can't hide from us, we want to see you while we take turns using you. Can you be a good boy and keep your hands there for me?”

Logan agreed and you smiled at him sweetly before sliding your pants and underwear off.

“I'm going to sit on your face baby, is that okay?”

Logan looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

“Yes please, oh my god…”

You chuckled as you saw his cock twitch where it was laying on his stomach, red and already leaking.

You didn't waste any time getting on the bed and straddling his face, head trapped between your thighs.

You held his hands in place with one of your own as you slowly put a bit of your weight down on to his waiting mouth.

You'd been so turned on, the shock of his tongue running across your clit made a high pitched moan come out of you, and Oscar laughed from where he was sat next to you.

“Is his mouth that good, baby?” he teased and you flipped him off with your unoccupied hand.

“Fuck off I'm just really horny, plus you should know, you’re the one who fucked it earlier”

“Touché, it is a really good mouth, you can put more weight on him, he is an F1 driver after all”

“Oh yeah, like you didn't almost suffocate last time I sat on your face!”

“Hey! If that's how I go out, I'll die a happy man!”

Logan tended to agree with that sentiment, but the two of you bickering like he wasn't even there was turning him on more than he'd like to admit. In fact the only sign that you were affected at all was the trembling of your thighs around his head as he licked and sucked all of your juices like a man starved.

When your voice cracked and you looked back down at him, he knew you were close by the way your eyes were lidded and you bit your lip in concentration.

“Fuck you're such a good boy Logan, you're gonna make me come.”

Logan doubled his efforts and you threw your head back as tremors wracked through your body and you came with a cry while he lapped up everything you had to give.

Oscar had been sitting patiently on the side but as soon as you'd ridden out the after shocks you were lifted up and thrown over the other side of the bed.

“My turn” Oscar growled and straddled Logan’s thighs before leaning down to kiss him and taste you on Logan's tongue.

Both men groaned into the kiss as it got hungrier and sloppier the longer you watched them.

You'd discussed beforehand the formalities and whether Oscar was cool with kissing Logan, but you certainly weren't expecting this level of depravity as you watched Oscar's left hand slither down to grip Logan's cock, and his right go up to wrap around the man's throat and squeeze making Logan gasp and his hips buck up into his hold.

“Open” Oscar rasped and Logan stuck his tongue out, mouth wide.

The sight of Oscar spitting into Logan's waiting mouth, ordering him to swallow, and Logan complying, was seared into your brain forever.

But the next thing out of Logan's mouth made you throb.

“Need you to fuck me now, sir”

He sounded so fucked out, Oscar grinned wolfishly at him and squeezed his hip affectionately.

“I was planning to leave that for later, but since you asked so nicely” he looked over to you, where you were already couple of fingers deep in yourself, and he raised an eyebrow before asking “Would you fetch me the lube, my love?”

You smirked at him at reached into the nightstand drawer to grab it and toss it to him, without stopping the movement of your fingers, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Since my girlfriend is feeling a bit lonely over there, I’m going to prep you while you're inside her, that okay with you?” he looked down at Logan in question and the other man groaned.

“You two are going to kill me”

You and Oscar laughed before springing to action. You shimmied down the bed and Oscar helped Logan get knees between your legs.

He just stared at your puffy cunt before lifting a hand to slide a finger inside you, and he groaned at the tight heat.

You just wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you.

“ Want to feel your cock, Logan. Gonna be a good boy and put it in me?”

Logan let out a sharp breath at your crude words and shuffled forward to line himself up.

You groaned as he bottomed out completely and bent over you to mouth at your neck and give Oscar better access.

He was anything but small, and the pressure inside you was perfect as he started grinding his hips in small circles to help you adjust.

But he halted his movements when a smack resounded and he let out a strangled moan into your neck.

“You need to stay still while I prep you, can you do that Logan?”

He whimpered and nodded, but Oscar just smacked the other cheek, much harder.

“Yes, sir” Logan yelped before going back to sucking and biting along your collarbones.

As Oscar opened him up on his fingers, he started babbling into your skin, mind obviously getting fuzzy at the double stimulation on his cock and prostate, that Oscar was taking great pleasure in abusing with his talented fingers.

“You feel so good around me… so tight I'm leaking inside you… m'not gonna last long… Oscar's fingers… fuck, so good… wanna be good for you… want you to come on my cock… wanna make you feel good”

He was almost slurring at this point and Oscar chuckled before pulling his fingers out and lubing himself up.

“Don't you dare come before she does or I'll spank you until you come again on my cock…”

Logan's whole body shuddered and you wondered exactly how likely it was that that was going to happen.

Oscar slid inside in one go and Logan keened at the intrusion, hips bucking into yours and accidentally nailing your g spot.

Oscar grabbed Logan’s hips and started a rapid pace, pounding into Logan so hard that his cock was forced into your depths each time and you eyes rolled back as your sweet spots were abused by Oscar's forceful thrusts.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure of your three bodies moving in tandem.

Oscar leaned forward, changing the angle to nail Logan's prostate dead on, and wrapped one hand around Logan's throat as leverage to pull him onto his cock, and the other went to your throat and squeezed, cutting off your breathing for a second.

Logan looked utterly debauched and Oscar could tell he wasn't going to last so he whispered into his ear.

“why don't you help her along, hmm? Make her come before you do”

Logan didn't even utter a word as his fingers went straight to your clit, rubbing light circles into the bundle of nerves which made you throw your head back and let out a porn worthy moan.

You came after only a couple more strong thrusts of Oscar's hips, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing around Logan's cock made him come with you as you both rode out your highs together.

Oscar pulled out gently and held Logan up to let you get out of the pile before turning him over and laying him on his back.

Logan’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and Oscar’s heart broke. He wiped a stray tear away with his thumb.

“What's the matter baby? Was that too much?” he asked, worried that he'd gone too far.

Logan let out a wet sob and huffed.

“No, no it's… it's the opposite. I'm…”

He looked away as another tear rolled down his cheek. “It's stupid…”

“Nothing is stupid when it comes to your needs Logan” Oscar chastised “Come on use your words baby, what’s wrong?”

Logan's green eyes snapped back to Oscar and he looked down to where he was still hard.

“Want you to fuck me more… I'm still thinking about my shitty weekend and I need to get out of my head but I just can't, and I’m not fragile I can take everything you want to give me and you're still hard and I reaaally want you to come inside me and I want you to really use me until I can't even think…”

He heaved in a breath after rambling and Oscar held his face tenderly, pressing their foreheads together.

“Logan, jesus, I would be happy to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name. All you have to do is ask”

He gave him a sweet peck on the lips before sitting up and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Now then, I think that should be ten spanks for not expressing your needs…” he gave you a pointed look “you think that's reasonable my love?”

“Yes” “Yes, sir” you and Logan replied at the same time, pulling a giggle from you.

In no time Logan was over Oscar's knee counting down each spank, ass quickly reddening as he leaked precome all over Oscar's thigh.

“What number are we on Logan?” he asked after Logan failed to count.

Logan just moaned in response as you reached over and slid a finger down his perineum and over his balls, you couldn't help teasing him a bit.

“Logan?” you prompted.

“I- I don't know…” his words were slurred and you couldn't help share a triumphant smirk with Oscar, you'd found what Logan needed to get out of his head.

“seven?” he tried without much conviction.

Oscar made a face “Lucky guess, baby. But I think we'll go up to twelve for that lapse in concentration.

His hand came down on Logan's flesh harder than before and Logan cried out, cock dribbling a little bit more.

“eight”

Another smack, and his body tensed but he didn't make a sound. He was on fire, in a good way.

“nine”

Once more, Oscar aimed at the other cheek and brought his hand down even harder.

“ten”

Oscar could feel the tears streaming down his left thigh, and Logan's hardness pressing into his right. He motioned for you to touch him while his hand soothed over the harsh redness.

You slid a finger into his still loose hole, down to the knuckle, as Oscar spoke to him in a calming voice.

“Only two left baby. You going to take them like a good boy?”

“Mhhm… yesssir” Logan slurred and Oscar nodded at you.

You slid a second finger in and started rubbing circles into his prostate with the pads of your fingers.

The reaction was immediate. Logan’s hips bucked involuntarily, a soft cry pushing past his lips.

Oscar spanked him for the penultimate time.

“eleven” he wailed, wet sobs wracking over his body.

And the last one.

“twelve” he gasped and his cock visibly jumped as he bit into Oscar's thigh lightly.

“m'so close… please, I need you to fuck me, please I need to come, need it so bad”

Before anyone could move though, a voice sounded from the corridor.

“Oscar why the hell aren't you-”

Lando stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.

From his vantage point there was nothing that you were doing that was hidden from his view.

Oscar, ever the pragmatic one, pulled your hand away and placed Logan on his back, on the bed, before turning around to face Lando.

“We’re taking turns helping Logan forget about his shit weekend, so either come help us or fuck off.”

He turned back around and lined himself up with Logan's hole, pushing in slightly.

“You okay to continue, baby?”

Logan shuddered at the intrusion and whimpered. “Yes, please, please fuck me”

“Please fuck me what?” Oscar chided, unmoving.

“Please fuck me sir!” Logan was getting antsy again and he squirmed, trying to get more of Oscar inside him.

“Such a good boy for us” Oscar leaned down to kiss him tenderly “I'm going to fuck you now, like you deserve”

He slammed his hips forward and Logan yelped, back arching as the breath was knocked from his lungs.

“Yes! Fuck! I'm so close, don't stop!”

Oscar chuckled and wrapped a hand around Logan's throat to keep him in place.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. We're going to keep making you come until you can't speak. Isn't that what you wanted?”

“yes! Thank you, sir!”

Oscar groaned “Good boy”

He was getting close after being on edge for so long and he could tell Logan was getting there as well.

He beckoned you over and you knew what he wanted you to do.

You took Logan's leaking cock into your mouth, and it only took a couple of bobs of your head before he was coming down your throat with a high-pitched wail, Oscar shooting his own cum deep inside him. He quickly pulled out and turned back to where Lando hadn't moved an inch, but was very visibly hard in his pants.

.

“Your turn” Oscar said and Lando caught a glimpse of Oscar's cum leaking out of Logan’s hole and down his crack.

He licked his lips and cleared his suddenly raw throat.

“Fuck, okay yeah…”

He unbuckled his pants in record time, pushing his underwear down and taking himself in his hand, giving his cock a couple of tugs before shuffling over.

“Turn over for Lando, baby”

And Logan didn't disappoint, he turned over onto his knees and arched his back like cat, fucking presenting himself to Lando.

“Jesus Christ Osc” one of Lando's hands went to touch the bruises on Logan's flesh “Logan you okay?”

“Yes, now fuck me, please, I need your cock sir” he said, goading the man behind him.

Lando's eyes closed in concentration, willing himself not to come on the spot, before lining himself up and pressing into him slowly.

The wet heat was heaven, and Lando aimed for Logan's prostate, making the younger man gasp and jolt.

“Ah! Too much- it's too much I can't-“ he panted into his arm as Lando bottomed out, but Oscar tutted.

“You're talking way too much for someone who ‘can't’. You wanted to be fucked until you can't think, so that's what we’re going to do.” He turned to Lando “Carry on”

So Lando did, he gripped Logan's hips hard, nails digging into the sensitive skin as he started a rough pace, effectively shutting Logan up for good as his prostate was abused over and over.

You and Oscar climbed up the bed to the headboard, hands and mouths wandering to distract yourselves, having a sweet moment for yourselves. His mouth made its way down to your poor neglected cunt, making you whine immediately after not getting any stimulation for a while.

You looked at Logan and gasped. He was being held up by his hair and his eyes were rolled back as drool dripped down his chin onto the sheets.

He was letting little punched out moans on every one of Lando's thrusts, and was obviously getting close again already.

Oscar slid a couple of fingers inside you and you yanked him up by his hair to kiss him senseless.

This was the most fun you'd had in a long time and you wanted to convey that through the kiss.

His fingers continued their assault on your g-spot and he leaned in close “Come for me baby, show Lando how good you are when you come” his lips went to your tits, biting and sucking and when your eyes found Lando's you came, thighs trying to close around Oscar's hand at the overstimulation.

You didn't register Lando speaking, but a bone-rattling cry came from next to you as Logan obviously came around him, making the older man smirk in victory.

But Oscar's attention was on Logan.

“Holy shit Logan, you came dry”

Logan sounded like he was having an asthma attack, despite not having asthma, and it took him a moment to respond.

When he did, you all raised your eyebrows at him.

“Is that all you've got?”

Lando took that personally, and he lifted the younger man and pressed him to his chest, changing the angle and grinding his cock in deeper as Logan groaned weakly.

“Still talking, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me”

Oscar hummed in agreement and slid his cock into you at the same moment he leaned down and took Logan's cock in his mouth.

The sight of your boyfriend eagerly sucking down his (and your) friend’s cock was a lot to process. Not to mention Lando's presence, who now had something to prove as he pistonned his hips at an inhuman pace.

Three world class athletes competing in sex.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

[aimedis]

redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀

relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.

i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->

darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."

angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."

freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"

darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."

damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."

darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."

cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."

gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"

baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."

lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."

damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)

lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"

darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."

angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."

milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."

freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."

sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"

lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."

david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."

huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."

damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."

vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."

angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."

darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."

cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."

asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."

lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."

asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."

sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."

damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"

[makur0]

I-i see you're making smut stuffs of enstar and I secretly read all of it like the thirsting hoe i am and I love it ur my fav smut writer istg HNGHHH😫

do you accept requests? If you do I'm begging and thirsting for a domNiki x fem!reader NSFW where reader teases him so much because they think that hes a soft guy and wont even try to dominate or go rough but oh how they're so wrong about it~ (he got godly stamina from all the food energy he secretly stored for this) and he filled reader to brim to teach them not judge a book by its cover hngghhh~~~ Im so thirsting for domNiki 🥵

ANYWHOO THANKYOUU IF YOU READ THIS AND CONSIDER TO MAKE IT IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY❤

Teasing (Day 28)

summary — niki hates when you make fun of him, questioning his dominance. when in reality he's a beast when he's on top... [niki shiina x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! niki, switch! reader, teasing (obv), penetration, doggy style, creampie, breeding(mentioned), degradation, overstimulation, manhandling

author's note — when i first got this request it wasn't intended for kinktober, but it had a really good scenario that i did want to write about so i simply just added it to my kinktober list (@5ugarcan3)

word count — 1059

YOU THOUGHT NIKI SHIINA WAS A SOFT GUY.

Well, to be completely honest, you thought he was either completely submissive or gay. Who wouldn't, between him and Rinne?

So to say the least you were surprised when you developed a crush on him, and shocked when he was the one to confess to you. Love is weird, ain't it?

At least you had more time to tease the ever-living shit out of him. Commenting on how well he'll be taking a dildo, or being a complete whore over your cunt, or possibly serving you like the good little boy he was. And whenever he would blush furiously and stutter at your bold comments, more and more were you convinced that he indeed was a bottom. Not that you minded, it was pretty cute...

On the other hand, Niki absolutely loathed it. Why on earth did you get the impression that he was nothing but a little toy for pleasure? Why couldn't he be the one to use toys like that? Not only that, but you were so goddamn cocky about it it just made his blood boil.

"Hey, baby," You jumped on the couch he was sitting on, sliding over to him. Niki froze, his hand tightening around his snack as if you were going to steal it.

"..."

"What, no hi for me?" You sighed, leaning against him and pressing a chaste kiss against his ear, smirking as he blushed a bit. "Alright..."

"No, no-" He swallowed, tucking his bar away from your curious eyes. "Hi uh- how was your day?"

"Absolutely terrible without you," you sighed dramatically, flopping over his lap. "I didn't have my little subby boyfriend attached to my hip, so I had to simply tease somebody else."

At that statement the male scowled, his ears still red. "Huh? What do you-?"

"Aw, is my little guy jealous?" You giggled, pawing at his chin. "Afraid that I'll leave you in the dirt?"

"No," He blurted, his blue eyes widening before slouching back at your laugh. "[name], just-"

"Fuck you dumb to make sure I'm yours?" you babbled, tapping his thigh carelessly. "Aw, Niki, you could've just said that earlier, I would have gladly folded you in half already."

That's not-!

"Oho, is this your snack? Don't mind if i do-o?!"

Last straw.

He snatched your hand from grabbing his snack and shoved it into the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he climbed over you with an annoyed gaze. "Niki?"

"For the last fucking time," He cursed, his low tone making your throat dry up. "I'm not a bottom."

"...Then what are you?" You stupidly said, your voice hoarse. "A service dom?"

He dipped his head down to you, your face so close with his that you were mixing breath.

"You're my little bottom."

You opened your mouth, expecting him to kiss you, but instead he snaked down further and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it harshly. A surprised groan left you, your hands flying up to his hair and slightly tugging at it.

As he was occupied with your neck his fingers slid into your mouth, you opening wide for him as he muffled your noises. You could feel your sex already heating up, now begging for some relief.

Fortunately god was on your side, because he pulled away from you and flipped you over on the couch, tearing off your pants and undergarments. You tried to look over your shoulder to see him but instead his hand forced your face into the pillow, blocking your sight.

You then felt his warm, leaking cock brush against your ass, and you couldn't help but jerk your hips up in a last, feeble attempt to claim dominance. The attempt that was cruelly laughed at and instead earned a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to shake and moan into the couch pillow.

He gave you little time to get set before he pushed right into you, his cock stretching your insides. After grinding into you, cursing under his breath, he leaned over to hook his hands over your shoulder and fucked into you erratically.

Your eyes blew open, your mouth almost biting the pillow now. You never expected him to be this rough to you, let alone top you. But here you were, moaning like a bitch in heat and Niki completely destroying your cunt.

He tugged at your hair, pulling you away from the pillow as he jaggedly hissed into your ear. "Am I still the fucking bottom now? Yeah? Then what does that make you- fuck- you little whore?"

You could only moan out loudly, your head falling back as he was able to fuck into you deeper, reaching places that you haven't even explored yet. Fuck, this just felt so good...

Spots filled your vision as you came suddenly, a shriek leaving your mouth as you were only forced to arch your back more as Niki quickened his pace on you. Jesus, where was all this stamina coming from? How on earth was Niki, the Niki Shiina that you thought was a simple subby male, making you come so easily?

"Stop moving," He grunted, keeping a bruising grip on your waist. "No- stop it. You're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

A strangled whine left you, but all you could do was, well, take it. Two more mind-numbing orgasms later he finally came into you, his hot load coating your insides. He finally let go of your hair, letting you fall down to the couch shakily, but when he started moving again you closed your thighs, mentally begging for it to stop.

He let you close your thighs but simply flipped you sideways, propping your legs up in order to drill back into you again in the new position with the same vigor he's kept up for roughly twenty minutes now.

"I'm going to make sure you know that you're my slut, not me being yours," He groaned out, carding his fingers through your hair. "God, isn't this funny?" Niki laughed out. "Comical, really... I'm gonna fill you up so well your cunt's gonna be leaking for days. That'll be a good reminder not to mess with me again."

...I can't promise that, love. You don't know how hot this is.

[fatestayyuri]

Finished Ward Arc 3

TL;DR: taking an indefinite hiatus you can all unfollow me now

okay so like. first things first; probably gonna take a break for my own sanity’s sake! not the Biggest fan of his writing and the fact that from everything i’ve heard it only gets worse from here Does Not Assure me. anyway,

tattletale is so fucking funny Victoria just shows up and goes “fuck youuuuuu” and blames her for the [????] that amy did (i still have no idea what amy did) and lisa’s just like. “yeah. whatever. stop being a cop idiot.” then fucks off and leaves. the thing about wildbow’s writing is that while lisa comes off as like. kind of an annoying (endearing) loser who feels the need to overexplain to literally everyone i’m pretty sure wildbow intended her as his take on a Holmes-like all-knowing smart person? that’s honestly way funnier than any of his jokes tbh

the thing about arc 3 is that it’s not particularly objectionable enough to be a fun hateread and the annoying bits are subtle enough and caked in enough to the character moments that it just kind of blends into a big slog. Tristan and the other one’s dynamic reads INCREDIBLY gauche and all of the other stuff i’ve seen as part of the book club don’t lead me to read it kindly. i think that’s the problem actually by reading it all at once as a group we’ve been inundated with so much Wildbow moments so quickly that i kind of stopped reading it “with love” as it were; I kind of just see the artifice of a deeply copbrained liberal sockpuppeting characters and getting them to compliment his writing.

I think a large part of this is that i don’t actually particularly like superhero settings wait no actually i just remember that like my #2 favourite web serial is a superhero one i think i just hate wildbow’s writing i think

yeah it’s like, i don’t think wildbow should write fight scenes they kind of suck. Victoria “flying brick / cop Dallon doesn’t really have an interesting enough skillset to carry 2 million words of fights around. sorry. all of it tends to boil down to “punch really hard physically or emotionally” and i’m Bored. even the fight scenes as metaphor for emotional moments is Boring. it doesn’t do enough.

and like, i can’t actually take the [whatever untitled group] thing seriously since i got spoiled that Tristan is gay and the other one is straight so like. this just comes off as blaringly homophobic in the “what if the world was made out of pudding” sense. fuck off

yeah it’s really really hard to justify continuing to read this, when i am told that it only gets worse from here. like, genuinely wondering why i should spend that time when instead i could finish reading good serials, or the VNs on my backlog, or do literally anything else

sorry Certified Wardheads (all three of you) but like. indefinite hiatus for my mental health this shit sands away at my brain. i could probably say more but like, unlike the other stuff i’ve subjected myself to (Tsukihime) i’m not even promised something like, Good good in spite of all the forks. there’s other stories where you just have to do jury duty for 40 hours instead of eating forks for the sphagetti. i have a newfound appreciation for VNs that are just boring before they get good now

[blueskittlesart]

Never thought about it before but goddamn you're right, Betty would be a MUCH better song story-wise if it was sung by a girl like "Then I saw you dance with him" hanging out with your best friend that you've been pining for for ages and she's dancing with a guy and you can't stand it, can't help how the assumption she doesn't like girls makes you so bitter and angry, but you can see the way she's looking at the guy she's dancing with so you ditch her and go have a fling with another girl, ignoring every time she tries to talk to you, refusing to tell her what she did wrong the entire summer, but the truth is she's always on your mind and you're doing both Betty and this other girl that you refuse to even name wrong in using her to replace Betty, and it also removes the shitty cheating aspect of the song to make it about a repressed, closeted lesbian (Betty) and a less repressed but very frustrated lesbian (the POV character), still sucks for the unnamed girl though. But anyway lesbianism would improve the story part of it so much (I don't mean this in a way of shitting on the original song because it's one of my favourites, it's just lesbians would make it even better)

sorry im going to act insane for a second i PROMISE i am not one of those lesbian taylor truthers i am just a lesbian who loves to relate to music ok please remember this as you read this post i promise i am normal

BETTY IS ABOUT LESBIANISM TO ME. "you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times but this time it was true" inez knows the speaker likes girls and can't keep her mouth shut about it. the speaker desperately tries to discredit inez's rumors to everyone EXCEPT betty, who she WANTS to know on some level. "I saw you dance with him" is the inherent pain of being a girl in love with your best friend and watching her dance with a guy and knowing you will never be enough for her. she will always want something you can't give her even though all you've ever wanted is her. the speaker tries to replace betty with another girl and ignores her and betty is suddenly jealous in a way she doesn't understand. while the speaker spends the summer trying to replace betty with another girl and pretend like she doesn't care, betty spends the summer coming to terms with the fact that their friendship meant something more and that she likes girls too. "the worst thing that i ever did is what i did to you" has 2 meanings in my mind, one is the intended meaning of the speaker leaving betty without ever telling her why, but if the speaker is a girl it goes deeper--befriending her & loving her in the first place was the worst thing the speaker ever did, because it leaves her with only two choices: leave betty without explaining and hurt her, or tell betty how she feels and, if betty feels the same way, risk being ostracized by their peers for being gay. (there are lines that allude to betty being under some pressure to not date the speaker--"in front of all your stupid friends," specifically, but "switching her homeroom" could be switching AWAY from the speaker so that she won't be tempted, depending on how you want to interpret it.) one more line that i think is very lesbian is the whole "right now is the last time i can dream about what happens when you see my face again." like. maybe this isn't EXCLUSIVELY a lesbian experience but i think most of us had a tumultuous almost-relationship friendship that never got closure and so we daydream about seeing her again and telling her everything that went unsaid. right. im not the only one who does that right

[ipegchangbin]

HOLY SHIT Z WHAT THE HELL⁉️⁉️😟😟🤯🤯

NEVER HAVE I EVER READ A FIC THAT MADE MY PUSSY THROB THAT MUCH‼️‼️🤭🙁🥵🥵😳😳😱😱😱

I READ THAT THING LIKE FIVE 5️⃣🖐️🤯 TIMES AND TMI BUT I GOT OFF ON IT TOO BC DAMN WAS THAT GOOD😝😝😋😩😫‼️💕🙏💕

I WOOOOUULLDD DO LIKR A WHOLE ANALYSIS (hehe analysis 😼😼🤭😛) BUT UMMMM UR GIRL IS HIGHKEY ASS AT WORDS‼️‼️😥😰😱😭😫 LIKE POOKIE‼️😫 I LITERALLY FAILED ALL OF MY ENGLISH CLASSES BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL😀😀😀😀⁉️⁉️⁉️BUT AAAANNNYWAYS WHAY YHE HELL Z 😱😱🤯🤯

THE WRITING IS LITERALLY SO AMAZING🤩😍😝😋😋😋

WHY⁉️⁉️😡😡

WHO GAVE U THE MF RIGHT TO WRITE THIS GOOD😡⁉️⁉️⁉️😡🤬🤬😡🤬🤬😾

BUT FR POOKIE WHAT DO U PUT IN YOUR FICS BC🥴🥴🤤🤤🤤😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😵‍💫😵‼️‼️‼️

THERES BARELY ANY BOYPUSSY FICS OUT THERE WHICH IS DEVASTATING 🤬🤬🤬😓😢😩😫😡🤬

UR MY SAVIOR Z‼️‼️🥹🥹🙌💕

ALSO YOUR ART OF BOYPUSSY HANNIE IS SO FUCKINF DELICIOUS LIKE I OPENED THAT LINK AND ZOOMED RIGHT ON THAT PUSSY AND I FUCKING DROOLED‼️‼️🥴🤧🤤🤤🤤💦💦 GUESS WHO TOUCHED HERSELF WHEN SHE SAW IT❓❓❓THATS RIGJT‼️‼️ ME😻☝️💕💕💦 I NEED MY MF MOUUUTYHH ON THAT JUICY MF PUSSSAAYYYYYY‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏😫😝👅💦

READER IS MUCH BETTER THAN ME🙌🙌🤧🤧 CAUSE IF IT WERE ME I WOULD’VE PUT THAT VIBRATOR IN HIM AND ATE THAT MF PUSSY OOOUUTTT AND SUCKED THE LIFE OUTTA THAT CLIT😝😝😛😋😋🙏🙏🙏 RIGHT AFTER HE SQUIRTED LIKE IM FR GONNA MAKE HIM SQUIRT AGAIN BUT THIS TIME IN MY MOUTH 😋😛😛😜💦💦🤪😍😍😍LIKE THIS TONGUE IS GONNA FUCKING ABUSE THAT ALREADY ABUSED CLIT EVEN MORE 👅👅💦💦‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️DID I MENTION I LOVE CLITS❓❓❓ IF NOT THEN I WILL NOW‼️‼️‼️ I LOVE CLITS‼️🙌😋 CLITS ARE SO FUCKING AMAZING‼️‼️😍😍😜😫🙌 EVERY TIME I SEE SOMETHING ABT STIMULATING A CLIT IM IMMEDIATELY BRICKED 🧱🧱🧱 UP⬆️☝️🆙👆CAUSE IF IT WERE ME I WOULDVE TIED SUNGIE UP WITH A VIBRATOR TO HIS CLIT AND LEAVE HIM THERE FOR HOOOUURRRSSS‼️♾️😝😛😫☝️😋💦 I WOULD SPEND THE WHHOLE MF DAY ON THAT DELICIOUS CLIT ‼️‼️😍😛😋🙌👅💦😽👉👌OH MY GOD I SOUND GAY ASF BUT IDC BC ITS PUSSY‼️‼️😻🫰WHO DOESNT LOVE PUSSY⁉️⁉️⁉️😾😾I LOVE PUSSY‼️‼️‼️😛😛👅😻😽🙌 I WOULD EAT HANNIES PUSSY OUT ALL DAY ALL WEEK ALL MONTH ALL YEAR ALL CENTURY‼️‼️‼️‼️😝😜😜😽 THAT PUSSY IS SO MF JUICY💦💦 WND DELICIOUS AND IS BEGGING TO GET TOUCHED‼️‼️🙌👉👌😋

anyways pookie keep up the good work, amazing writing as always!! <3 🥰🥰💕 (definitely not rereading it for the fifth time and getting off on it…nooooo definitely not… ☺️☺️)

OH YM GOD i just logged in and this is the first thing i see 😭 I FUCKING SEE U ANON‼️ u are very seen

ANON I LOVE U SO MUCH MORE WTF THE AMOUNT OF PRAISE THAT U POURED OVER THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HAS BOYPUSSY BROKEN US BECAUSE IT SEEMS AS THOUGH IT HAS 😭😭😭 GOOD LORD and to think that this was supposedly just a private gift but mei is kind and i was able to post it … NOW IM SO GLAD I SHARED IT BC U HAVE FOOD TO EAT MY DEAREST ANON 😁

“ure my savior” yo…yo dont perceive me as messiah itll inflate the shit out of my ego /j and give me impostor syndrome /hj BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS gosh i cldnt stop giggling u made my day with these compliments like im just Some Guy but because of ur words i am now Some *Happy* Guy

and omg! URE RIGHT MAYBE SHOVING THE VIBE IN AND EATING HANNIES PRETTY BOY CLIT OUT WOULDVE BEEN SO GOOD…but then again…TEASING THE BOY JUST FEELS SATISFYING ‼️‼️ i love hannie and his clit actually i love pussy in general i wish i had boypussy especially boyclit in my mouth rn (in a non sexual casual way) (which was what reader intended) (until y/n and han both went CRAZY)

i wont lie this ask gave me massive eye strain from the emojis /pos like that brings me joy ?! its an impressive thought to know that somebody out there is losing their mind over silly words i wrote and a few lines that i drew. CRAZYYYY thats crazy?!!!

ill keep this entire ask, print it into a booklet form, and reread it as if its a mini prayer guide. i cant anon ure so silly and precious HAHAHAH hope u have the nicest day always!

[tuiyla]

Do you think finn was emotionally manipulative? Specifically thinking about the scene in IKAG before he made all our ears bleed. “You were my first” “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you”. Sounds pretty manipulative to me….

In-universe, I think he was too daft to be manipulative. We're supposed to believe he has emotional intelligence but I'd like to see the receipts. He's just... a dumb dumb boy. The only time he seems to be able to think is when it comes to cruelty.

I think the arguably even more disturbing Watsonian explanation is that he was genuinely self-centered and utterly ignorant enough to think that was a good thing to say to a lesbian he just outed. Not to mention yet another way in which IKAG sucks that it SUDDENLY introduces this issue of teen gay suicide, which never had been and never was part of Santana's story. But we needed to justify this appalling scene I guess.

I'm fairly certain the writers intended this to be a heartfelt moment from Finn, which makes me wanna puke tbh.

In other contexts? I'd have to think of particular ones to be honest. But I think any manipulative tendencies he might have are not so much intentional as much as they're a result of his shitty behaviour. I'd elaborate but I shit on him enough as is lol.

[deep-hearts-core]

2009 - final

originally posted 6/25/20

France Patricia has no stage presence and I really hate her voice. The song itself is okay, I like the piano melody in the background and the weird dance break section, but for the most part I remember this song because of how much it annoys me. It did have pretty good staging though - compared to the video of the French NF this was definitely adapted well to the stage. Russia The chorus here is good, but I'm creeped out by the floating faces on all the screens. Anastasia has a powerful voice, although it borders on guttural at times. Overall this song is really powerful but it goes too far in trying to be that. Germany I like the style of music here, and the styling of the performance itself - except, maybe, for Oscar's shiny pants. This song is easily MLM-WLW solidarity - I know a lot of queer women who do burlesque, and I mean look at Oscar and his tight pants and try to tell me he's not gay. It's a good song and a performance that makes me laugh in a good way! United Kingdom Why is Andrew Lloyd Webber here. We do not want him. Jade has a great voice and so it's a shame she got stuck with this song, which in my opinion is boring as shit - like, this got fifth? Funny thing I noticed in the staging, I'm pretty sure Jade accidentally got hit by one of the violinists bc she got too close to him. I really like the stair setpiece too. More entries should use stairs in their staging. Just a thought. Spain Camerawork here was absolutely awful. It was shaky, Soraya wasn't often centered in the frame, idk I don't know too much about cameras or whatever but this looks bad. The staging and performance didn't suck too bad but... I really like the phrase "aggressively mediocre" for this one, I know I use it a lot and I know that the performance itself wasn't generic or whatever but in terms of quality here I don't like Spanish pop so I can't find it good but it's not bad relative to the year. My top 42

Iceland

Estonia

Ukraine

Malta

Ireland

Israel

Armenia

Norway

Moldova

Turkey

Denmark

Slovenia

Germany

Sweden

Poland

Azerbaijan

Cyprus

Greece

Croatia

Switzerland

United Kingdom

Russia

Andorra

Albania

Finland

Portugal

Belgium

Spain

Belarus

Serbia

North Macedonia

Montenegro

Lithuania

Slovakia

Latvia

Hungary

Bosnia & Herzegovina

Netherlands

Romania

France

Czechia

Bulgaria

Voting/Intervals Cirque du Soleil was a little much, but Dima Bilan's entrance and performance were cool! The Believe performance was just as over the top as the rest of the programming but it was executed a lot better. Lmao I love how there's one chair used in all the performances with chairs... it's in Montenegro's and Denmark's and a couple more that I can't remember off the top of my head. I'm greatly amused by the skit about "these are all the stereotypes about Russia, and they are Not True!". I laugh every time the bears come onscreen, I can't help it. The act with the people on the ceiling was weird and a little bit creepy, and it went on waaay too long. It was only five minutes but it seriously felt like forever. Is this supposed to be performance art? A weird dance routine? I don't know but I don't understand it. It did have a good score though. It amuses me how Ivan and Alsou pretend they don't understand when the audience is clearly chanting something (like "Sakis" or "Israel"). You're not fooling anyone lol but at least you're trying not to call anyone out. It's wild to see what a lead Norway had right from the beginning. After 4 spokespeople they'd already hit 40 points. Just speaks to what a huge margin they won by. Like seriously not @ them breaking 100 after only 10 countries had voted. The distribution of points this year was just so whack. Like you had Norway with the clear lead, the rest of the top five battling it out, and then everyone else with a slow gradiant down. THE FUCKING SLOVENIAN PRESENTER when it became clear he actually intended on just being quiet I burst out laughing... that was so fucking funny

Thoughts after watching Can you imagine being Alexander Rybak like... imagine being this Belarusian kid who moves to Norway, you're a fucking concert violinist, you go to Eurovision when it's in Russia of all places, win with a margin of 169 fucking points, like, and the hosts are just casually bantering with you because you speak Russian, like, god. Alexander Rybak at age 23 must have had a hell of a year. Can you imagine how surreal that would be.

[sillysadduck]

honestly i'd love to hear ur headcanons about the dhmis teachers ::::D

HELLO FRIEND! Ughh I'm so mad I couldn't answer this ask before but tumblr genuinely wouldn't even let me open it at first:( I think I posted about that issue- I was also offline for a few days but im back <:D

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED♡♡

These are my hcs for the og teachers, if you want to see the ones I have for my human AU too let me know :)

general hc for all of them: all of them dislike kids, except for Steak, and some of them suck at interacting with them.

Paige/Sketchbook:

-Their voice sounds a bit uninterested and annoyed in the first episode and I think they genuinely were.

-Got scared when things got weird. They weren't expecting all of that to happen.

-They're friends with almost all of the other teachers. They get along the best with Tony. They're a bit scared of Steak tho.

-They actually don't know shit about art, they just pretend to know💫

-They love to annoy Tony, they find it funny when he gets mad at them.

-They draw on themselves.

-They don't like using their legs most of the time, but they can. As seen in episode 6 they're just little black sticks like their arms.

Shrignold:

-More of a general hc but he worships the Malcom statue as a representation of the actual Malcom. Malcom is actually something among the lines of a God so he can't be seen or touched in reality.

-He has internalized homophobia, but he's gay himself. He just wouldn't act on it, it's against his beliefs.

-He's actually really good with kids. Thats how he got Yellow's "Special One" to join his cult.

-Doesn't mean he likes them, but he's an amazing manipulator.

-He will preach to anyone and I mean ANYONE, I do think he genuinely convinced Paige and Tony to join him by just talking with them.

-He's not aware of some of the creepy members of his cult (furry boy I'm looking at you) but he doesn't care either.

Tony:

-I actually posted a doodle of this but he hangs himself on the wall and behaves like an actual inanimate clock when he's mad at someone 💫

-That someone is Paige 80% of the time bc theyre annoying

-ANGER ISSUES

-Autistic!!

-He has no patience, asking him a question is like asking your dad to teach you math. He will yell, slam his hands against the table, get frustrated a hundred times and then he will apologize only if he feels like it.

-Not a good teacher at all, but he's good at keeping normal conversations. Just don't ask him any deep questions.

-The others don't understand him. Everyone considers him hard to deal with because of his short temper. He gets along the best with Paige and Colin.

Colin:

-Also autistic bc how could he not be

-Actually knows the darkest parts of the "digital world"/internet but just like in a common computer you won't get easy access to those.

-He was Roy's computer! He's a fairly old computer, Roy stopped using him when he became glitchy and only brought him back for the show.

-Is super slow most of the time, using him as an actual computer is frustrating.

-Yellow can use him to play old computer games tho, and he will if given a chance.

-Gets mad at Red preferring Laptop because Laptop is not glitchy, it makes him feel replaced and frustrated.

-Scared of bugs, no joke intended

Steak/Lamp chop:

-Literal BBQ dad

-The other teachers find him intimidating bc bro is huge.

-Spinach Can and Bread Boy are like his kids! And Fridge is always by his side, nobody knows if they're in love or just buddies.

-He doesn't speak to any of the other teachers or the main trio most of the time, he's happy with the healthy gang and feels like he doesn't need more than them.

-Spinach really looks up to him, they never leave his side. Steak will carry them everywhere and tell them bad jokes.

-Yellow wants to be picked up by him all the time, he doesn't find him scary, he just saw he's tall and now he wants up.

Larry/Lamp:

-Man was DRUNK while he was singing about dreams.

-Can't form coherent thoughts, ever.

-Shrignold loves to be around him bc he always listens. Truth is he's always kind of lost inside his own brain so that makes him a good listener.

-He's really strong physically but he's not aware of it, Yellow was really hurt when he grabbed him by the arm.

-He will fall asleep anywhere and anytime. He doesn't even care.

-He uses Colin as Google by asking him lots and lots of questions.

-No one can stand to be around him when he gets philosophical. And I mean no one. Not even Yellow. His philosophical questions don't even make any sense.

Bonus main trio hcs:

-Yellow is autistic and has ADHD :)

-He loves to be picked up!

-ofc he's a puppet but I hc him to be somewhere between 4 and 8 instead of being 48😃 bc... [SPOILER AHEAD] no way he went from being 38 to being 48 the same day on wakey wakey.

-Red is also autistic.

-He learned Yellow will stop crying if he carries him. So he does.

-Sometimes he'll sleep on his bed with him too if that means he can help him sleep better.

-Duck reads bedtime stories for Yellow.

-If he's talking too much Red will pick him up by the scruff of his neck as a kitten as a sweet and silent way of telling him to please please please shut up.

-He has a short temper, just like Tony.

This got super long I'm sooo sorry I just love talking about them </3

[soulmate-game]

OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING! I NEED A PART 3 WITH KON AND JON PLEASE!!! 🥺🥺❤️ (Only if u wanna write it tho)

Lol. Sure, why not?

—*—*—*—*—*

“You know,” Tim drawled as he sipped his drink, smirking at his boyfriend across from him. “I think this is the best date you’ve taken me on so fa—“

At that, the door to the restaurant was kicked open. Instantly, Tim and Kon tensed and got ready to jump into action, only for them to both just gape at who, exactly, had just barged in. Said barger almost instantly zeroed in on them, marching over with hands on his hips.

“And how many dates has my traitorous brother taken you out on, Huh?” Jon asked petulantly. Kon didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or run away while he had the chance.

“Uh,” Kon floundered, absolutely caught off guard. Not that that seemed to be a problem, because Jon just started up talking again, the whole restaurant looking at them;

“When were you gonna tell me that you’re GAY?!”

“Uh. Look, Jon, buddy,” Kon tried to save himself, but couldn’t quite come up with the words fast enough. Jon places a hand over his heart, looking for all the world as if he was truly heartbroken. Dramatic asshole.

“I thought we were FAMILY! How could you do this to me? The horror! The injustice of it all! My brother is GAY—“

“Jon, seriously, can we at least not do this in public?” Poor Kon was starting to look pale and twitchy, so Jon sped his act up.

“—and he doesn’t even tell his gay brother that he’s gay!” Everyone else in the restaurant, who had been filming this on their phones and nervously chattering about homophobia and if someone was gonna step in, suddenly went pin-drop silent.

“What.” Kon forgot about the beginnings of his terror, now completely dumbfounded. “Wait, you’re gay too?”

“Yeah! Which is why I’m angry!” Kon put his hands on his hips again. “Damian’s mom had to tell me that our dad is Bi, because I thought he was straight and was agonizing about how to come out to him! And she also told me the huge dramatic tale of an apparently ten-year-long love triangle between her, Damian’s dad, and our dad. It was nuts.”

Kon wrinkled his nose, Tim copying the expression. “Wait, our dads? Ewww.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jon nodded before continuing. “So I was mad at Dad, because he never told me he wasn’t straight! And I spent weeks agonizing over nothing because of it! And then Dad tells me that YOU’RE gay too?! The treachery! The mutiny! You copycat! You didn’t even have the DECENCY to tell your brother that you were GAY so that he didn’t have to worry about being the only non-straight in the family!”

“I didn’t know you were gay too! And I never even told Dad, how does he know?!”

“Apparently he knows everything!” Jon threw his hands up. “He’s the one who told me to crash your date today after the prank I pulled on him yesterday for not telling me he was bi!”

“HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT OUR DATE?!”

“HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE THAT I’M GAY?!” Jon yelled right back. “I TOLD YOU I HAD A CRUSH ON DAMIAN YEARS AGO!”

“I THOUGHT YOU MEANT AS A FRIEND?!”

“OH MY GOD MY BROTHER IS DUMB!” Jon turned his attention to Tim. “YOU’RE SMART! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO RUB OFF ON HIM!”

Tim, who was half-sunk into his chair and only still watching this fiasco out of morbid fascination, just deadpanned at Jon and said; “There’s no cure for Stupid, your honor. He only has one braincell and it forgot how to multiply.”

“Hey!” Kon protested, slamming his hands on the table. “You’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I can’t help that I’m dating a punk himbo, Conner.”

“Graaaah!”

“And I’m dating Damian!”

Tim looked over, horrified. “I fully expected this, but also— is it voluntary? Do you need a way out?”

Jon rolled his eyes. “He’s sweet, shut up.”

“Oh my god he’s brainwashed you!” Tim was obviously just being dramatic (he loved his brother, regardless of how they didn’t often get along) so Jon ignored him and turned back to his own brother.

“Anyway, you must suck at this whole dating thing. I heard Tim say this was the best date you’ve taken him on and, full offense intended but,” he swept his arm around to indicate the restaurant. “This is a Wendy’s.”

“At least we’re not getting mugged this time though,” Kon said with a shrug.

“This is also only the third date in four years that he’s taken me on. I started all the others.”

“YOU’VE BEEN GAY FOR FOUR YEARS AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!”

—*—*—*—*—*

Later, Tim was at the Batcomputer and Marinette was handing him his first cup of coffee for the long night ahead. He looked down at his phone when it beeped, and let loose a tortured groan. Marinette just raised an eyebrow at her adopted son.

“Uh? Problems in paradise?” She asked when she saw that the sender was Kon’s contact in Tim’s phone. Tim groaned again.

“Not exactlyyyyy,” he hedged. “You told Jon that Clark is bi.”

Marinette blinked, having actually forgotten about that after Damian had showed her the video Jon had gotten of Clark. Then again, the video ended abruptly ... as if Jon had intentionally cut something out at the end.

“Jon was catastrophizing at the dinner table— oh yeah you weren’t there because you dragged Kon out for a date that night— anyway, he was having a crisis and I needed to get revenge on Clark for something. So yeah, I told him the whole story.”

“Well,” Tim growled. “Clark told Jon about Kon being gay. And somehow he knew exactly where and when we were having our date.”

Marinette caught on, unable to hide her large grin. “Oh nooooo,” she breathed. “What did he do?”

Tim grumbled and brought up the YouTube video of the whole interaction. Marinette damn near laughed herself into a coma over it, and it had already gotten over a million hits too.

“Oh my god,” Marinette had to catch her breath. “I didn’t realize Kon was just as much of a himbo as the other two of them! I thought he had to have more sense, I always thought that being a punk requires more than just the bare minimum level of intelligence.”

“Apparently not.”

“Wait,” Marinette seemed to realize something, putting her hand on her chin in sudden thought. “Wasn’t... didn’t Luthor make Kon the same year Jon was born? They’re technically the same age even though Kon is physically older, right?”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god,” he breathed. “Luthor must have accidentally cloned Jon’s only braincell into Kon’s body,” he jokingly “realized”. “They are twin dumbasses!” He blinked, and held his phone up. “Oh shit, Jon covered Kon’s apartment completely in pride flags!”

[castiellesbian]

i feel like i need a glossary of terms or a contact list for all these people involved with the show. i have shit memory and dont pay attention to the credits who is sera (sara??) and why does everyone hate her!! why is he Bobo!!!!!! please... has anyone posted about this im desperate

lol well including everyone involved with the show would be difficult, but I’ll give you some highlights

Eric Kripke: creator of Supernatural, showrunner for seasons 1-5. People have differing opinions about him but general people enjoyed his run and he’s considered the best showrunner in the series overall. Not much to say because there’s a lot to say lmao (notable episodes: “Pilot,” “Lazarus Rising,” and “Swan Song”)

Sera Gamble: writer who was involved from the beginning of the show, became showrunner after Kripke left. Her seasons, 6 and 7, are typically regarded as the weakest seasons. She was a huge brothers-only supporter, and was responsible for Misha being written out of the show (as well as Jim Beaver, Bobby) in order to get the show to just be about the brothers again. There’s a lot of drama regarding her treatment of Misha/Cas, but more recently she’s known for the Magicians debacle, a horrendous example of the Bury Your Gays trope. She’s also involved with (the showrunner of?) You on Netflix. She was a pretty good writer, but overall fans dislike her because of her showrunning tenure (notable episodes: “Faith” with Raelle Tucker, “Death’s Door,” “The Born-Again Identity”)

Jeremy Carver: writer from season 3 that was promoted to showrunner from seasons 8 through.... some time in 12, the timeline has been a little murky to me. He was the one who brought Cas back into the main plot, as well as allowing the deancas storyline to become genuine subtext (we can argue whether it was queerbaiting or what he was intending to do if he had been running the series finale, but yeah). Unfortunately, he was also the showrunner when Charlie was killed off brutally, which dampens his legacy. People are conflicted about his seasons, but generally he’s looked upon favorably (not related, but the picture that comes up when you search him on google is NOT him, he’s really like a typical white nerdy looking dude lol) (notable episodes: “The Rapture,” “Sacrifice,” “Do You Believe in Miracles?”)

Andrew Dabb: writer from season 4, promoted to showrunner during season 12 and is the last showrunner of Supernatural (he wrote the finale). He was well-liked by deancas fans for awhile because of how much screentime they were allowed to give, and because of the focus on extended/found family. Sam and Dean only fans didn’t like him for the same reasons. Unfortunately, HIS legacy has been marred by the awful series finale, though it’s debated whether that was his fault or because of network meddling. (notable episodes: “Dark Side of the Moon” with Daniel Loflin, “The Prisoner,” “Moriah”)

Robert Singer: executive producer since the beginning of the show (he’s also co-showrunner throughout Supernatural, but I don’t think he typically was involved with the plotlines too often). He’s directed quite a few episodes, including the infamous wire fight episode (s13 finale) as well as the series finale. Married to Eugenie Ross-Leming, writer of the show

Eugenie Ross-Leming/Brad Buckner: writing partners TECHNICALLY from season 1, but they only wrote one episode until they were brought back in season 7. They are regarded as the worst writers in all of Supernatural, responsible for tactless death scenes of fan-favorites (and typically minorities) like Kevin, Charlie, and Eileen. They also feature a gross amount of dubcon/noncon, racism, weird unnecessary sex stuff, and are SUPER into Lucifer for some unknown reason (they have a crush on Mark Pellegrino I guess). They’re also just kind of bad writers in general, their pacing is weird and their plots convoluted. To be fair, though, they have written some good moments, like Dean trying to reach Cas in Hell’s Angel and Dean’s confessional scene in Paint It Black. But overall, they suck. Why are they still on the show even though BOTH sides of the fandom (who never agree on ANYTHING) dislike them? Well, because Eugenie is married to Singer. Nepotism. (notable episodes, the ones I can stand to watch lmao: “Holy Terror,” “Hell’s Angel,” “Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven”)

Ben Edlund: writer from season 2 who left after season 8, but people STILL talk about him simply because he is arguably the strongest writer of the series. Cas fans particularly like him because he did most of the heavy-lifting regarding Cas’ characterization. He also wrote the famous bi!Dean scene with Aaron in season 8, where Dean is flustered after being flirted with. (notable episodes: “On the Head of a Pin,” “The French Mistake,” and my all-time favorite “The Man Who Would Be King”)

Robert “Bobo” Berens: writer from season 9, his first episode was “Heaven Can’t Wait,” which is all you really need to know about his influence on the deancas storyline. He’s also gay, so people particularly enjoy seeing how he approaches destiel in his episodes since it’s not just another straight guy potentially just catering to fans. He was also the one who was meant to go off and run Wayward Sisters, and is responsible for a lot of their development in recent seasons. I believe he also created Rowena? He wrote the episode this season where Cas confesses his love to Dean (along with other heavy deancas episodes like “The Trap”). Sam fans typically don’t like him because he doesn’t give him much focus. (notable episodes: “Heaven Can’t Wait,” “Who We Are,” “Wayward Sisters” with Andrew Dabb)

Steve Yockey: writer from season 12 through the beginning of season 15. Also gay, and also responsible for deancas moments in recent years. Generally loved for his deancas subtext but ALSO because he is an amazing writer who came out with iconic episodes. (notable episodes: “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox,” “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets,” “Peace of Mind” with Meghan Fitzmartin)

Robbie Thompson: writer from seasons 7 through 11, and wrote some fan favorite episodes in the meantime. He is also the creator of fan favorite characters like Charlie and Eileen. He was also one of the few writers who was vocally supportive of destiel during his tenure rather than just later. I’m not implying anything about his intentions, but it was validating for him to encourage fans during a time where most of the cast/crew ignored or actively dismissed it. Plus his episodes are just fun! (notable episodes: “LARP and the Real Girl,” “Fan Fiction,” “Baby”)

Meredith Glynn: writer since season 12, has worked closely with Bobo during their seasons together. She and Bobo cowrote “The Future,” which is the mixtape episode, so she has been taken in by deancas fans haha. She also wrote the episode where Cas makes the deal with the Empty, so it’s pretty safe to say she and Bobo had worked on the deancas plotline together :) She’s also liked some deancas-related tweets on twitter, so she’s being subtly supportive (notable episodes: “Regarding Dean,” “The Future” with Robert Berens, “Byzantium”)

Davy Perez: writer since season 12 (a lot of the ones I’ve mentioned are, since this is when Dabb became showrunner and made changes in the writers room). His episodes tend to either be horror or bizarre. I mention him because he’s responsible for episodes like “Stuck in the Middle (With You)” (Cas’ first “I love you”) and “Tombstone” (aka Brokebacknatural lmao). I don’t know much about him otherwise, but that’s why he’s brought up usually (notable episodes: “Stuck in the Middle (With You),” “Tombstone,” “Atomic Monsters”)

hopefully this helps, and hopefully I didn’t forget about anyone major. There have been a LOT of people behind the scenes so it’s hard to say who to include. Like, I didn’t mention Jerry Wanek, Jim Michaels, Kim Manners, Thomas J. Wright, or others who might be mentioned from time to time.

[littlewetbeast]

you know... sometimes i think i've got jackles figured out, i think i've nailed down why he's so inconsistent about destiel, why he acts so weird about it sometimes and other times not. then some information is flung at me and it's back to square one. why is that man so insane. he just genuinely confuses me.

aw man. this shit is like catnip to my overactive, over-analytical brain.

okay. listen. i’m not gonna lie: the more i try to understand the goings-on behind spn with any degree of nuance, the more my head threatens to melt. HOWEVER. while i joke about jensen ackles being an enigma, i don’t... actually think he is.

[disclaimer: the following points include speculation. i don’t know these people and will never claim to. this is just my take on it. never bring this up to the actors in question.]

the quick and dirty: i believe jensen is likely queer himself. i believe that he strongly identifies with dean, that he feeds off of the environment around him, and that how he feels he can act around destiel and dean’s sexuality depends on 1) his support network, 2) the immediate social environment, and 3) his work environment, all of which have evolved throughout the years BUT can also vary day to day. increased confidence and securer social environment has helped him decrease the need to perform and lessens the likelihood of acting out from insecurity, but doesn’t completely eliminate it. point is: the environment matters. the more insecure you are, the more it will affect your behaviour.

that’s it. not trying to excuse any shitty behaviour, just saying that’s what it is. 

the NOT so quick and dirty: so - my point is, as a queer guy in this industry, he has obviously learned to put up a front to protect himself. (even misha does this to some extent!) it’s douchey, and it’s stupid, but i understand it. think of the drastic difference of how he behaves around misha vs j*red, or even in a large group setting. i’m not saying he’s not friends with j*red, but i DO immediately see the difference of ‘front switched on’ and ‘front switched off’.

firstly - just because jensen has matured a lot over the past 15 years and is far more relaxed about himself today than he was back then, doesn’t mean he can’t still have moments of uncertainty that can occasionally push him back to his old, bad habits. basically, for someone who has grown up in a toxic heteronormative environment (being taught by his dad that drinking through straws was gay) - and in an industry that is very unfriendly to queerness and queer narratives until VERY recently (and even now is still pretty toxic) - utilizing his stupid douchey dudebro front during moments of anxiety has probably been his go-to coping method for the majority of his life. 

secondly - we all know he’s insanely close to dean as a character. dean is a part of him. he slips in and out of character effortlessly. he cares about dean and dean’s happiness. but dean was never intended to be a queer character. jensen has played queer characters before, but that’s the difference - he is ‘playing’ a queer character. he wasn’t supposed to be ‘playing’ dean as a queer character. readings of dean as queer makes, well. readings of him as queer. that’s it. for someone who puts up such a front, i can imagine he’d be shitting himself at people picking this up from him when he’s NOT in a supportive environment for it. (yes the ‘jackles acting choices’ are a Thing, but they most likely happened within more supportive environments and during times of confidence - and, let’s face it, i think sometimes jacting choices just naturally bleed in because he’s a good actor who makes good intuitive acting choices. that was likely the primary reason for it, especially early on.) 

basically - queer readings of dean are taken as queer readings of him. therefore, his reaction to destiel has also varied depending on the environment and his work circumstances. think of there being like... a constantly shifting scale of how supportive his social environment and work environment are of queer readings of the character he plays. the further back we go, the less supportive all of these factors are; the closer to the present, the more supportive these factors are.

“but rosa! why hasn’t he just shrugged and said it’s up to audience interpretation what dean’s sexuality is, like he has recently?”

because of *points to all of the above*.

let’s illustrate what i mean. 

exhibit A) it’s fairly early days of “destiel”, maybe season 6 or so. an audience member brings up dean’s reaction to dr sexy and asks why he can react like this yet destiel is not possible. jensen says dismissively because “destiel doesn’t exist” and that dean is simply a fan of the show, to an audience that cheers.

(work environment (spn): not supportive. immediate environment (audience): not supportive. social environment (j*red): less supportive*.) *I am not claiming j*red is homophobic; however, jensen HAS felt the need to perform around him aside from the last 1-2 years.

exhibit B) it’s 2019. jensen gets straddled by misha on stage and gets a [redacted] which j*red notices and covertly jokes about in front of a large audience. he visibly becomes upset and is in a vulnerable state. misha points out a ‘destiel is real’ t-shirt (the very fact that misha did this suggests he’s far more used to a jensen who is relaxed and supportive). jensen gets defensive and asks ‘where is destiel real?’

(work environment (spn): uncertain. immediate environment (audience): uncertain. social environment (j*red and misha): mixed*.) *do i think jensen would have reacted 10x better if j*red had not been there? yes. yes, i do. do i think he would he have reacted better if he hadn’t had a [redacted] that j*red made fun of? yes. yes, i do.

exhibit C) it’s 2019. jensen and j*red are in front of an audience which, given today’s times, are likely more used to queer narratives. it’s highly possible the queer storyline for cas has been confirmed at this point. jensen is calm and in control, and is not feeling the need to act up his front. someone brings up ‘samstiel’ and j*red gags. jensen, unprompted, shows support for destiel.

(work environment (spn): given the timing, likely supportive. immediate environment (audience): likely supportive. social environment: (at home) supportive, j*red: supportive or mixed.)

we know that he has progressively felt less of a need to use his ‘front’ and has become more relaxed over the years, which i believe is likely hugely due to the positive influences of danneel and misha (and maybe others). i don’t think that has been the case for ONLY the last two years. i think jensen during exhibit B was miles away from jensen in exhibit A. jensen is not miles away between exhibit B and exhibit C. those two are differences of environments where he feels confident, in control, and is supported by the narrative he’s meant to play (C), vs an environment he felt less supported and less in control of (B).  i won’t get into it in depth here, but it’s worth noting that the past ten years have also seen huge changes in fandom culture, how actors and fandom interact, and how the film industry and corporations at large handle queer narrative and fans. that certainly affects this dynamic.

and that’s it, really. jensen is a sensitive person who feeds heavily off the people and environments he’s in. he’s matured a lot over the years and i truly don’t think it’s a stretch to say that, in environments that would have supported it, he likely has been very positive about queer narratives in spn. source: his stark difference around misha, his willingness to flirt and joke about dean and cas with him, his occasional calmer and balanced reactions to destiel in more private settings.

aaand that’s how i see it, really. even if you don’t subscribe to truthing - or even jensen being queer - all of these things apply just as strongly to men who feel the need to perform. what can i say, toxic masculinity and homophobia sucks a lot and i’m glad society is shifting slowly in the right direction, and that jensen feels safer and more secure than he once did. shame the cw is unwilling to get with the times. EDIT: for some additional, vital context, i refer you to these two additional posts, which cover his upbringing, how speculations about his sexuality has hounded him his whole career, and his first intro to shipping on supernatural being j2/wincest, which included some real ugly shit.

[castexpectopatronum]

Liquid Amber - Part II [Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine]

Summary: You had been crushing on Remus Lupin for an eternity when you finally decided to ask him out. However, things do not go as planned and you remain wondering just what exactly is going on with this boy.

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: none

notes: apparently this got deleted, so i’m reuploading it

Masterlist

“... and I really don’t know if I should have continued with Divination because on the one hand, sure it’s a fascinating subject but on the other hand, Professor Hartshorn is so incredibly ridiculous, you should’ve heard her yesterday- (Y/N), are you listening to me?”

At once, you snapped out of the daze you had been in and looked at your friend who was eying you with a bemused expression.

“Still thinking about him,  are you?”

Sighing deeply, you hunched forwards and rubbed your eyes, utterly exasperated – from both, your work and mind. “Sorry, I just... I can’t get him out of my head, no matter what I do.” She smiled. “No worries, (y/n). We’ve all been through that phase. Probably everbody has that one crush they will never forget. It’s normal.”

“Normal or not, it bloody sucks,” you grumbled, leaning back in the armchair. The two of you were currently sitting in your common room, occuping an entire table with your school work. Quills, parchment and half-empty ink bottles littered the entire surface and the books you didn’t necessarily need had already been banished onto the floor where they were stacked into a dangerously lose pile. But as long as they didn’t fall into the fireplace, it didn’t bother either of you.

A huge yawn escaped your mouth and in a rather half-hearted attempt to be productive, you threw a glance at the essay you were currently working on. Once again, it was for your potions class. Like the time you had gathered all of your courage to ask out Remus Lupin but had been turned down and had felt absolutely humiliated for the remainder of the week. Even now, you still had problems looking him in the eye but as Remus was apparenly determined never to speak with you again, it did not cause you a lot of trouble.

Picking up your quill again only to twirl it in between your fingers, you wondered wether Remus was purposely avoiding you. You wouldn’t be surprised if that were he case; he had looked quite constipated when you had asked him if he wanted to go out with you.

Your stomach tightened unpleasently. If you had known of Remus’ profound aversion to go out on a date with you, you wouldn’t have approached him in the first place. You hadn’t planned for him to get into that kind of rotten situation. Maybe you should go and apologise to him. Was that something you had to do?

It had started to rain; heavy drops were whipping against the window and together with the occasional scratching of your friend’s quill made you fall into a hypnotised        state while you stared into the depths of the crackling fire.

”You’re not going to finish that this evening, are you?”

You simply shook your head, not bothering to raise your eyes.

Your friend sighed deeply and rolled up her parchment. “Shall we head to bed, then? I’m finished, anyways.” She groaned loudly as she stretched in her armchair, finally educing a small smile from you.

“Yeah, good idea. Let’s go to sleep.”

One day, you would be able to look back at this and laugh about it. Your first heartbreak was a good story to tell your grandchildren. And that, my dear, is how the first bloke I ever fell in love with rejected me, which is great, though, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have married your grandfather and you would never have been born.

Sadly, however, you were far from getting grey hair and wrinkles and telling bed time stories to your children’s children, so you had to endure sitting in class behind Remus and starring at his stupid brown hair which looked so wonderfully soft that you felt the strong urge to run your fingers through it every time your gaze fell upon it.

And thus, you came to the terribly depressing conclusion that you hated your life. But – of course – you found yourself, once again, unable to despise the person that made your life such a horrible mess. Which made it an even more horrible, messier mess.

The ringing bell, which marked the end of the school day, interrupted your flow of thoughts and you quickly gathered your things together, glad for the opportunity to escape.

While walking back to your common room – you avoided the library as much as you could – you again considered approaching Remus to talk things out. You were still unsure wether or not you owed him an apology, and anyway, you didn’t want things to be awkward between the two of you.

Not that you had had many opportunities to become aware of said awkwardness – Remus was definitely avoiding you.

A sigh escaped you, one in a line of many others since that faithful day in the library, and you tried to focus on all the homework and revision you had to do for today. Going over all of your plans in your head, you turned around the corner-

-and collided straight with another person, causing all of the books in both of your hands to fall and spread onto the ground.

The clash’s force made you stumble several steps backwards, thankfully though you managed to keep your balance, arms waving around.

“Shit, sorry, mate, are you okay?” Once you’ve managed to get a stable footing, you lifted your gaze from the stone floor and looked directly into the face of Remus Lupin.

All colour drained from your cheeks.

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Didn’t see ya there.” You laughed forcefully.

Remus looked at you with a startled expression that quickly turned into one of clear uncomfort.

“Hello, (y/n),” he muttered quietly.

In a desperate attempt to chase away the heavy silence lying between the both of you, you hurriedly gathered up the school books that were scattered around on the stone floor.  The two of you stood there in awkward silence, clutching your books to your chests. He was expertedly avoiding your eyes while you were desperately trying to find the right words to say.

Surprisingly though, it was Remus who first raised his voice,

“Listen, (y/n), I need to go, so...”

“Remus-”

“I forgot something in the library-” He tried to quickly walk past you but you seized his arm to hold him back. The look he gave you, however, was one of slight surprise and discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” you said, unable to hide the sorrow in your eyes. “Listen, I never...” You interrupted yourself, an uneasy feeling spreading throughout your stomach. “When I asked you out, I never intended on making you feel uncomfortable. I just ... I just wanted to know if I stood a chance. You really don’t have to feel guilty for anything – and I’m sorry for having put you in this situation.” You licked your lips nervously and let go of his sleeve. “That’s it. I just wanted to apologise. Sorry for bothering you.”

Remus did not say anything in your defense. Nor did he say anything to blame you. He did, in fact, not say anything at all. He simply stared at you, his brown eyes almost burning a hole into your skull. As you looked into his piercing eyes, finding yourself unable to turn you gaze away from them, your heart forgot how to beat.

“Remus?” It was no more than a breath, barely even a whisper, but it was enough to snap him out of his daze. He blinked a few times, then took a hasty step back and cleared his throat. You took a shaky breath – you hadn’t even realised you were holding it.

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you,” he said hoarsely, looking at the stone floor instead of meeting your eyes. “Believe me, that wasn’t my intention.”

Your face softened. “I know you didn’t want to hurt me, Remus,” you whispered. “I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He lifted his head slightly but then changed his mind and continued to stare at the ground. “Me turning you down... That had nothing to do with you.”

You took a step back and furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Of course it had something to do with me.”

Remus pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. “No, (y/n), it didn’t. Please believe me.”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out of it. Remus sighed.

“(Y/N), I would have rejected any girl that had been in your place.”

Frowning, you attempted to speak – then you understood. “Oh! Merlin, I am so sorry – I didn’t know you fancy boys. Nobody told me.”

Abruptly, Remus lifted his head and gave you a startled look. “Wha- No, (y/n), I’m not gay.”

“Remus, that really isn’t something you have to be ashamed of, no matter what anybody says-”

“I am not gay!”

You paused. “Alright... Then what is the problem?”

Remus attempted to say something but then changed his mind and pressed his lips together. He looked like he regretted ever bumping into you.

As you examined his face and the tense expression upon it, you sighed in defeat. “You know what, forget it. I’m sorry, that’s none of my business. I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry for what happened back in the library.” A forced smile appeared on your face as you turned to leave. You felt Remus’ burning eyes on you until you had reached the end of the corridor, leaving you more confused than ever before.

[faunusrights]

yeah, all i got is this belly button lint: a happy huntresses short fic

wrote this real quick because i love thinking about the random crap fiona has in her Inventory(tm). also i just like thinking about these clowns in general, so,

=

"Okay, so, what's actually in your Semblance right now?" Joanna asks one day in third year, when Fiona and May have sneaked away to Robyn's dorm to lose at cards and help edit her new batch of flyers promoting union creation in the workplace. Fiona had given a couple a look and accepted them as good enough, but May is weirdly exacting about her standards and is currently trying to convince Robyn to nudge the text headers over by ten pixels to the right. That's why, as she's sat on the floor and wrapped up in the drama of watching Robyn try and slowly fail to ignore May's insistent pleas for her to boot up her editor, Fiona's caught just a little bit off-guard by the question.

"My Semblance?" she asks, and Joanna nods all serious-like from her place on the bunk above Robyn. Joanna often looks very serious, because she suffers from what Robyn calls resting thoughtful bitch face, so sometimes it's hard to gauge how actually serious about something she really is. "I mean, it's probably a mess in there right now."

"I keep forgetting you actually use it like storage space," Robyn adds cheerfully, having now progressed onto shoving May away from her laptop computer every time she tries to creep closer. "Since most Semblances are, y'know, combat-only things or like... special occasions, I guess. And yet here you are, telling people you really don't need a bag for all your groceries!"

It is fun to flex on all the people struggling to carry like six bags to their car or their home, and Fiona preens. "Yeah, it's nice. I mostly keep things in it that I'd wanna have in an emergency, but it's been a while since I last sorted through it, so, who knows what garbage I've put in there."

"Tell me Robyn's braincell is in there too," May says imploringly, still trying to slide an arm around Robyn to get at the keyboard, but Fiona just shakes her head. She can't and won't be blamed for that particular disappearance any time soon. Instead, she rubs her hands together, scrunching up her face as she tests the edges of the Semblance. It's a funny thing, a Semblance like this--she never really has to think about it, but it's always just in reach, like this extra weight in her chest that she can totally forget about. It's strange to think about, so she often just doesn't.

"Okay," she starts, and she goes for the biggest item she can sense, which is an easy one to explain. In her hands materialises an acoustic guitar, worn and scuffed with age, and this attracts to attention of every girl in the room. "Well, this one's easy. This is my guitar, and honestly? If I ever leave it behind in the meatspace and don't pick it up on my way out the door, know that you've just seen my evil clone and you have to kill her."

Joanna blinks, and Robyn seems caught between asking about the guitar, the evil clone, and also the fact that Fiona insists on referring to the physical world as the meatspace. So, she does as Robyn does best, and settles on an expletive. "Shit! You play?"

"Been playing since I was... like seven? Something like that." Fiona shrugs, because she really can't be sure; her first vague memory of even seeing this guitar was a long time ago, her uncle telling her it used to belong to her grandmother who'd never managed to learn a damn thing on it. So, Fiona had taken up practice, if only because it was something for a little lowlands Mantellian Faunus to do during the long, cold polar nights and the endless sunshine of the midnight sun. "But, yeah, this is always on me in some form or another."

"You should've played it whilst we were on watch our last mission," May says, with a certain scowl that Fiona knows is 100% directed at their team leader, who is currently off doing... some sort of bullshit with their partner, no doubt. Gods, this team is a nightmare. "All those hours trying to stay awake so we could stare into nothing..."

"Sorry," Fiona says, and she means it. She'd intended to, but, well, she'd sort of chickened out. The echo in the mountains is kind of insane. "Next time?"

May nods, but Joanna cuts off whatever she's about to say next by waving her hands through the air like she can physically dissipate the conversation. "Okay, okay, cool, but now I gotta else you got hiding in there."

Re-compressing her guitar--and oh, is Fiona thankful that dematerialising and rematerialising it doesn't leave it out of tune--Fiona has a mental root around. "Uh, okay, so, we've got--"

In no particular order, she starts pulling things out: a pair of thick gloves for the brutal Solitas chill, an extra pair of socks (hugely understated by most, but never by Fiona), a ushanka that Robyn instantly cheers for, and a couple of jackets ranging from light windbreakers to thick furred jackets that feel like she's wearing a mattress around her ribs. Her Scroll and wallet are in there too, naturally, as are her keys and some extra ammunition, and she pulls out a load of old train tickets with a grimace. "Hm. I was meant to throw these away years ago."

"You're basically carrying around a wardrobe in there, then?" May asks in a way that'd maybe be a little teasing if she didn't look about as jealous as she sounds, but it becomes a thoughtful expression when Fiona shakes her head again.

"Bold of you to think I haven't got a whole pantry in here too," she says, and now Joanna looks very interested. "Check this out."

The first thing she pulls out is a gallon jug of clean water--endlessly fucking useful, she's found, especially when you're in some situation where you can't sit on your ass for an hour waiting for the water purification tablets to do their job--before pulling out a whole host of Atlesian MREs that she keeps around just in case shit really does hit the fan. Atlas rations are... not good, in a phrase, but she's owed them her life more than once, so, whatever.

"What dates are on those?" May quickly interrupts with a critical eye, trying to make out the printed numbers on the snow-patterned packets, and Fiona tosses her one if only to distract May's hands from trying to puzzle out Robyn's password when Robyn isn't directly paying attention.

"Things don't really degrade in my Semblance," Fiona admits. "I've tested it before on stuff with a short shelf-life, like cheese and milk, and honestly I can leave it in there for months and have it come out just as fresh as when it went in. Something to do with a sort of... internal stasis, I guess." Then, she adds, "One thing in my Semblance is a goldfish in a bowl, but he's part of a practical theory I'm running, so I can't materialise him for another fifteen years or so."

"That sounds very normal," Joanna says, and Fiona is glad she agrees as she barrels right over the inherent sarcasm.

As May agonises over finding the date, though, Fiona continues to unveil her pantry--there's plenty of snacks, like dried fruit and nuts and energy bars and chocolate, and when she reveals she carries extra for every member of her team and then some (then some in this instance being Robyn and Joanna, not that she'll admit it), Robyn looks delighted. "That's so sweet! Look at you, making sure nobody goes hungry. You're one in a million."

That's cute and very gay, but Fiona has a lot of stuff to be working through and so she keeps on going--there's a flask of coffee that, thanks to the maybe-stasis, is eternally hot, a bottle of dark Mantellian ale she keeps as, uh, moral support, and she blushes when she pulls out half an uneaten tuna sandwich. "I wondered where that went. Whoops."

May looks up from the MRE for a second, and then does a double-take as she takes in the sight of the very limp and sad-looking sandwich, made courtesy of the Atlas Academy cafeteria. "Wait! Isn't that the sandwich you accused me of stealing last month?!"

"Anyway!" Fiona says with a forced grin, quickly making it disappear back into the void where it can safely continue not existing. "I think the final thing in here is... wait."

She blinks, and suddenly in her hands are at least a hundred little booklets entitled The Pocket Guide to Communist Outreach, scattering right over the floor. Robyn yelps, and then reaches down the side of her bunk to pick them up. "Oh shit! I forgot I asked you to hold onto these! I thought we ran out, nice."

Joanna's face is in her hands, and May sighs long and hard before tossing the MRE back to Fiona with a distinctly pained expression.

"It goes out of date in a month," she notes with distaste, and Fiona just sucks it up without a word. She'll be thankful for it when they end up down a dark cave with no backup, but Fiona figures she'll sit on that one for a bit before being able to make the greatest told you so call in history. She can wait.

"So," she says, watching as May takes advantage of Robyn's momentary distraction to try and access her computer again. "I guess... do you wanna hear me play a song?"

Joanna watches as her partner leans too far over the side of the bunk, yelping as she nearly slams her head directly into the hard vinyl of the floor, and she grimaces. "Please do."

Grinning, Fiona finds her guitar again--somewhere buried, she mentally notes, beside the gallon of water but under the coats--and she slings the broad strap about her shoulders before settling it on her lap, crossing her legs tightly beneath herself before finding her place on the fretboard. After having not played since being back home, it relaxes her more than she'd ever realised it did. It helps to be surrounded by friends, though. Helps to be with family.

"I don't take requests," she adds, flatly, and Robyn laughs from her place on the floor before music fills the dorm, soft and deep and achingly familiar of a place far, far below.

But she's okay with calling this place home, too.

[wygolvillage]

ok fuck it here we go

worst belmont: leon- i just dont care about lament of innocence lol. if my wife was turning into a vampire i would simply not kill her to power up a weapon

seventh best: juste- this pains me to put him this low bc i do like him and i absolutely love hod. i like his silly furniture collection its a very humanizing element. i just dont think hes all that interesting Narratively. hod is moreso maxims story imo

sixth best: trevor- hmm i find myself appreciating him a lot more than i used to lately? the cv3 gang as a whole is really good imo and i like the idea of him and sypha as a t4t couple... also bonding over how they were both kinda treated like shit until their skills were deemed useful... like trevor being exiled and then Asked To Come Back once he had a "use" has to feel somewhat dissonant to him. mostly i think hes made more interesting via the characters he allies with but i admit theres something there... i am a trevor enjoyer i would say, but there are just a lot of other belmonts i like more. he wouldbe way higher if i categorized him with the other cv3 protagonists though

fifth best: simon- in original cv he is a pretty standard action hero of sorts. HOWEVER most of my enjoyment is from his other game... cv2 is neat and has It Could Be That Deep vibes i think... i like how its kinda flipped with a belmont intending to resurrect drac for a sort of personal gain (curing himself of the curse) but its executed extremely differently from how richters arc was- richter is more of a tragedy whereas simon is a guy having to go to immense measures just to save himself in a kinda understandable way. he passes from town to town, always distant and never staying long, trying to outpace the quickly approaching death that awaits him. idk its just neat

fourth best: christopher (and also soleiyu)- its a shared position bc christopher is mostly interesting via his relationship to his son, but i think about them a lot... belmonts revenge has story potential. It Could Be That Deep. i think it's interesting that dracula was able to reappear so soon because christopher failed to kill him entirely the first time around, so i actually hc that christopher feels guilt that his son was probably targetted as a result of his mistake. soleiyu himself i think would feel a lot of Shame And Angst over the whole debacle since hes the first belmont to rlly bring shame to his family name and also hes 15 and rlly emotional lol. i have this whole narrative in my head about christopher and soleiyus relationship being really distant and fraught after belmonts revenge since theyre both so haunted and them eventually reconciling in the middle of a rainstorm or smth CHhfssfh. this is all headcanons and exists in my mind only but i think about belmonts revenge fairly often

third best belmont: julius- i was debating whether i liked him or christopher more but julius won me over by virtue of having actual dialogue lol and im sure if we ever got the 1999 game id like him even more... i like how his amnesia results in him realizing his role in the eternal struggle at the same time as soma realizing things about his past life as dracula its a cool parallel i posted about recently. he has a cool boss fight and is also rlly fun to play as in aria and he has cool gay uncle vibes

second best belmont: sonia- i just like her!! i think her backstory in the manuals is kinda interesting and i think she would be a good mom to trevor. i like her dialogue in legends a lot, and she deserved better than what she got. getting a game cancelled and being booted off of the canon timeline sucks man

number 1 best belmont: richter- i like how his whole character is like... you know that honorable family legacy this whole series has been building up? time to tear that shit down and show how it can absolutely destroy a guy. i like how in sotn he seeks to "make the battle last for eternity" because thats all this has ever been!! an eternal battle!! over the course of centuries!! hes like, the essence of Being a belmont turned up to 11 by shafts influences, and i could go on about The Greater Themes Of Cycles In Castlevania but i will not, but its very relevant to my reading of him... richters decision to give up the whip and take the belmonts into hiding after sotn (thus ending the cycle... and the belmonts we see in ooe right after this lead normal happy lives seperated from this idea of Being A Belmont its so interesting...) are smth i think about a lot... freeing his descendants from the same expectations that corrupted him... its Deep. and the post-sotn part of the timeline that ensues as a result of him staining the family name is my favorite era in the series. richter is awesome 😎