#I just think!! it’s a waste!! of potential!!!!

[j-sunct]

lose my breath @ HYUNJIN & CHAN

𓂃 if hyunjin hadn't chosen such a boring movie, y/n wouldn't have fingers in her pussy, much less bangchan's dick in her mouth.

❀ chanjinㅤㅤㅤ ' ㅤㅤㅤfem!reader

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⋆ war'ningsㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤthreesome, chan and hyunjin have a stable relationship with reader, fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, teasing, exhibitionism.

s/n, bangchan and hyunjin had a kind of itinerary for saturdays. they would ALWAYS go see movies together, both to strengthen their relationship since, with the hustle and bustle of the weekdays, they actually ended up forgetting about each other.

today was another one of those movie sessions; popcorn made, and hyunjin was choosing the movie, since this week was his turn.

“i think i found it!" hyun shouted from the living room, ready to press play. s/n returned to the kitchen with a bucket of popcorn, while chan tried to balance three glasses of soda

“wich movie is that?" s/n asked as she sat in the middle of the couch, with the popcorn bowl between her legs.

“honestly, i don't know. i just saw the cover and found it a little interesting.” hwang confessed, leaning over to grab a portion of the popcorn.

meanwhile, bangchan seemed very focused on the movie, "i really hope this movie is good, hyunjin. don't waste our precious time.” he stated, chuckling lightly. not that the movie being bad was a problem, they had the whole weekend to enjoy it.

jinnie joined in the laughter, as well as y/n. “i promise, hyung, that i won't waste our saturday. this movie has potential, trust me." he gave a thumbs up, an attempt to sound confident.

“so, let's get started!” s/n said and finally, played the movie.

—

unfortunately, bangchan was right about his opinion of the movie — that's what hyunjin thought, sighing lightly. he didn't want to show that he was completely bored with it.

the romance was poorly developed, scenes so cliché that they made him roll his eyes. at first, he didn't imagine it was a romance film, but it was. this is like a moral lesson "kids, always read the synopsis before choosing something!”

it really did seem boring until hyunjin noticed how the popcorn bucket was positioned on y/n’s legs. it was like a light bulb went off over his head. why not a fuck?

first of all, he checked her and bangchan's attention... both completely focused on the movie. perfect.

playing innocent, he reached out to "grab some popcorn from the bowl", but no. his hand rested under y/n's crotch, without even any provocation or anything like that.

her eyes widened before slowly drifting towards where hyun's hand was positioned. shit. could he be a little less of a pervert? even over her shorts, his fingertips caused a slight friction that made her sigh. the need to get wet was tempting.

hyunjin's thin fingers wandered over y/n's clothes, now definitely applying a little pressure. it was inevitable for her not to feel her pussy contract a little and the liquid flow out consequently.

bangchan was right there, he could see her at any moment, calling her a "whore" for letting herself be touched so easily... but what could she do? she really wanted to be hyunjin's whore, let him use her for free, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

it was so good, the feeling of the juices starting to run from y/n's little hole, hyunjin's fingers stimulating her clitoris that, even over so many layers of clothing, was capable of making her lose focus of the film.

little by little, hyunjin brought his mouth closer to y/n's ear, just to whisper. “it's good, isn't it? the feeling of knowing you could get caught at any moment.” he laughed, softly. without drawing bangchan's attention. “like, chan can look over at any moment, see you practically begging for dick and just, fuck you. use you.” he continued laughing until he stopped moving his hand and walked away completely.

y/n mumbled in denial, the feeling was too good to be abandoned. why did hyunjin stop?

“chris, i think it's time to get this perversion out of our girl.”

bangchan turned around, a smile already plastered on his face. "from the moment she accepted your touches, hyun.”

y/n was in complete shock, maybe even feeling vulnerable, but still completely wet to receive chan and jinnie. “she doesn't even deny it, does you, love?" the older man placed his hand on her chin, forcing her to look at him.

hyunjin approached from behind, placing his hands on her hips. he saw y/n shake her head. so defenseless. taking advantage of the fact that all her attention was on bangchan now, he approached the waistband of her shorts, slowly lowering them. then he removed her panties, which for a moment remained stuck to the cavity, due to her juices. “naughty girl..." he laughed, almost mockingly.

y/n at the same time that she felt exposed, she felt completely excited, wanting to be touched. she grabbed bangchan's shoulders, when she finally felt hyunjin enter two fingers inside.

“ngl... wait…” y/n muttered, digging her nails into chris' shoulder. “i'm tight…” she whispered, more like a moan, as her pussy sent vibrations into hyunjin's hand.

bangchan took advantage of the moment to unbutton his pants, caressing his own volume over his white underwear. some whispers came out of chris' mouth, his dick looked so big. he was excited, it was a fact. a pool of pre-cum covered his underwear, right at the mark of the head of his cock.

y/n can't help but bite her lips, bangchan practically jerking off right in front of her, while hyunjin fingers her. she finally took action, pulling down his underwear until chan's private parts were visible.

“what a little bitch... can't wait to suck my dick, huh?” bangchan held y/n's face, pressing her cheeks into a sort of pout.

“you should know by now, chris. make her suck your fucking dick and make those ridiculous noises.” hyunjin was eagerly searching for her sweet spot, he wanted to make the girl have all the pleasure in the world and he knew that all that dirty talk only excited her even more. her pulsating hole only confirmed that, tightening more and more around the korean's fingers.

hyunjin went in circular movements, working more where y/n was excited, where she moaned and begged for more of him, until he came out with his fingers completely smeared with her juice.

hyun's fingers were coated in y/n's slick arousal as he worked her tight hole, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. her moans grew louder, that little body trembling in need.

chan took advantage of the moment, guiding her face towards his throbbing cock. "open wide, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "i'm going to feed you my dick."

y/n eagerly parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of christopher's cock. she moaned at the taste of his pre-cum, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

bangchan pushed forward, sliding his cock into y/n's warm, wet mouth. she took him deep, her throat contracting around his shaft. channie groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking forward to meet her eager mouth.

hyunjin watched the scene unfold, his own cock throbbing with need. he added a third finger to y/n's pussy, stretching her further. "damn, you're so good taking hyung's dick…" he grunted, his fingers pumping in and out of her slick heat.

her moans vibrated around bangchan's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. he grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. "that's it, baby. take my cock like a good little slut."

jinnie could feel y/n's walls fluttering around his fingers, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. he rubbed her clit with his thumb, pushing her over the edge.

y/n came hard, her pussy gushing around hyunjin's fingers. she moaned around bangchan's cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

bangchan couldn't hold back any longer. with a grunt, he pulled out of her mouth and came, his hot seed splattering across her face and tits.

slowly, hyun removed his fingers from inside the girl, seeing all that juice and sticky cum on his hand. he felt a desire to taste her and, for sure, next time, he would suck her pussy.

“you taste very good, honey.” he stated precisely, his tongue around his long, thin fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.

[kirain]

Just a little Emmrich fic based on @timethehobo's beautiful art here. Had me feeling angsty. 😅

Vae pushed open the heavy oak door to Emmrich's study, the hinges creaking slightly in protest. The room was as she expected: cluttered yet strangely orderly, filled with the faint scent of parchment and pipe smoke. Shelves packed with ancient tomes, scrolls, and artifacts lined the walls, and to the right of it all stood his desk, a chaotic mosaic of notes, quills, and half-finished experiments.

"Emmrich?" She glanced around but found no sign of him. "He must have stepped out."

The old book in her hands felt heavy as she crossed the room and carefully placed it on the desk, smoothing her fingers over its cracked leather binding. It had caught her eye in Dock Town, and she immediately remembered Emmrich's passing mention of wanting to read it.

Satisfied, she turned to leave, but a sudden, eerie green light flared behind her.

"Well, well," a snide, feminine voice drawled, its tone dripping with venom. "If it isn't Volkarin's little paramour."

Vae froze, a feeling of nausea churning in her gut. Slowly, she turned back to face Johanna's skull. The cursed object sat atop its ornate pedestal, its hollow eye sockets somehow teeming with malice.

"Hezenkoss," Vae said flatly, unwilling to give her any more attention than necessary.

"How cold," The skull cackled, the sound sharp and grating. "I was just starting to enjoy the quiet, then in comes the professor's pet. What did you bring him, hmm? Chocolates? Cheese? Some other fatuous notion of romance?"

Ignoring her jab, Vae headed for the door. "Just a book he wanted. Goodbye, Hezenkoss."

"How amusing. I can assure you, he's already read it," she scoffed. "That absentminded fool could never keep track of what he's consumed. He'd open a book, read the first page, then suddenly realise he'd read it years ago."

Vae paused, her hand lingering over the door knob. Against her better judgement, she sighed and walked to the desk, leaning against it and facing the skull.

"What was he like when he was younger?" she asked.

There was a brief silence, as if Hezenkoss hadn't expected the question. Then, her voice took on a grudging edge. "An idealist. A bleeding heart. A coward."

Vae frowned. "You were friends for years. You must have admired something about him."

"His intelligence," the half-lich admitted, begrudgingly. "And his magical prowess, but that's all. Both became the reason I despise him—he never utilized either one, wasting his potential. We could have ruled Nevarra, brought every neighbouring kingdom to their knees, but he preferred to play nanny to wayward spirits and shortsighted students. Pah!"

Vae's eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you. You don't stay friends with someone for decades without seeing something worthwhile in them."

"As I just said. He was a useful duck to bounce ideas off of, but he never did appreciate my vision."

"Your vision?" Vae crossed her arms, her brow furrowing. "Your vision killed innocent people. Turned spirits into abominations."

"Sacrifices are necessary to achieve greatness," she spat. "I'm no hypocrite. As you can see, I made the ultimate sacrifice. Volkarin will do the same, should he pursue lichdom."

"It's different if it's yourself," Vae argued. "But not when you force it on others. That's not a 'sacrifice', it's just murder."

"No difference, same outcome."

Vae flinched, disgust welling in her eyes. "I can't imagine Emmrich ever being friends with someone like you," she said, her tone ruthless. "Which means, at some point, you must've changed. I just can't help but wonder if it was before you became a lich or after."

"Lichdom doesn't change anyone's personality, morals, or thoughts. I'm the same person I always was," she asserted. "If you want the truth, the old man's too trusting. Too softhearted. He wants to befriend everyone, even if it means adjusting his own interests to suit their needs. I'm sure you've seen it."

Vae swallowed, thinking back to all the times Emmrich went out of his way to ensure his colleagues' comfort at the cost of his own. Hiding his skulls, refraining from discussing necromancy in front of Taash, choking down one of Harding's ham sandwiches, afraid he'd insult her if he didn't try it—and then all the times he fussed over Vae herself.

"He's kind," she countered, though she knew it was sometimes to a fault. "He said you were, too. Once."

"Pah! You mistake kindness for naivety. I was young, with no concept of reality." She groaned, as if cursing her former self. "I grew out of that. Volkarin didn't. Beneath his grey hair and wrinkled skin, he's still a child at heart, always seeing individuals over the collective."

Vae shook her head. "Do you feel any guilt at all for what you've done to him?"

The skull chuckled, a bitter, humourless sound. "Guilt? For what? He impeded my plans. I did nothing to him."

"You had him on a hit list."

"Yes, because I knew that bleeding heart would never stand for my glorious uprising. Better to crush him, and that ridiculous pile of bones he drags around, than risk his interference. It wasn't personal, you see? Just collateral."

Vae's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists. "You have no idea how lucky you are to have that 'bleeding heart' in your life. The rest of the Mourn Watch wanted to seal your skull in a tomb, alone, for eternity. But he fought to become your caretaker, because he couldn't stand the thought of you rotting in solitude. Even after everything, he pitied you."

Silence fell over the study, save for the faint crackle of energy within the skull. Hezenkoss said nothing, but her glow dimmed slightly.

Vae huffed and rose to her feet. "He's taking your betrayal harder than he lets on. You should be grateful for his kindness."

The half-lich grumbled, a note of frustration in her voice. "I was never loyal to him. There was no betrayal.”

"Yes, there was," Vae's temper flared. "You could always go to him, always talk to him. You were friends. He cherished that, cherished you, but you threw it all away—and for what? A broken existence? Eternal imprisonment? Loss of all feeling? You'll never be able to walk again, smell again, enjoy someone's touch on your skin. You had it all, but now it's gone. Was it worth it?"

For a long while, Hezenkoss said nothing, Vae's eyes boring into her sockets. Then, with a soft, almost incredulous hiss, she said, "I will escape."

"Maybe," Vae nodded. "But if you do, know this: I will never let you hurt him again."

Hezenkoss' laughter rang out as Vae moved towards the door. "You won't have to worry about that, darling. The decrepit old fool probably only has a few years left anyway!"

Vae tensed but didn't look back. Gritting her teeth, she wrenched the door open—and froze. Emmrich stood in the hallway, his expression a mixture of shock and pain, the weight of the overheard conversation hanging heavy in the air.

"Emmrich," Vae whispered, stepping into the hall and closing the door behind her. "How long have you been—?"

"We were friends once," he whimpered, his eyes drifting to the floor, "...weren't we?"

Vae reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek. He was so hurt, and it killed her to see. Without another word, she pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around him. Almost immediately he melted in her embrace, burying his face in her shoulder, his hands trembling.

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

He didn't respond, but the way he clung to her spoke volumes.

[halogenwarrior]

At this point, I feel it's silly to hate any fictional character and I just can't bring myself to - at worst, I might think a character is neutral and uninspiring. Yes, if a character does morally horrible heinous actions, then a good writer will make you feel the weight of it and be revolted, and some characters are best appreciated by recognizing those actions and not turning them into your woobie doll... but that disgust for their actions means they are doing their job and are well-written, and in addition I can feel that simultaneously with interest, even fascination in the character's psychology and story. Just boiling down a character to "lol they suck (and I'm not going to bother investigating why they do the sucky things from the point of view of the character's mind or from the point of view of themes of the story)" can be just as harmful to understanding the story as babying them so much that you downplay the horror and cruelty of their actions.

And then there are the badly written characters, but while you get frustrated with them I would rather take the frustration out on the story and author, while the character themselves I can often appreciate for their wasted potential. An author's pet/"Mary Sue" type character, can still be appreciated sometimes as a well-rounded character with interesting flaws, just that the narrative doesn't use those flaws to challenge them enough, and a character who is less sympathetic than intended can be appreciated either in the same way (they make an unintentionally great deeply flawed character, even an unintentionally great villain) or for how interesting and meaningful their story could be if they really were what the narrative portrayed them as, and you can use your imagination or fan fiction for both!

At worst, I'm just not interested in a character, I think they are written too simplistically for there to be anything there or they are badly written and I don't see any interesting potential beneath that. In which case, that's not the same as hating the character, I just move on and don't think about that guy. Sometimes even then I will see a post online from an appreciator of that character I could care less about and gain a greater appreciation myself as a result. In general, I feel people in fiction/fandom communities could be so much happier if instead of hating individual characters, they hated writing choices and saw characters as tools that can only be good or neutral.

[autumnmobile12]

Instead of introducing a whole new character in Lady Nagant, and a sub-plot that only scratched the surface of the Commission's corruption, I think it would have been a nuanced twist on Rei's character if she'd been the one AFO sent after Deku.

Imagine a plot like this: In retaliation to the threat to her children, especially Shouto, Rei makes an attempt on Endeavor's life. One day, his abuse goes too far, she snaps as she does in canon, she attacks him but fails to kill him, and then she's incarcerated in Tartarus as a dangerous villain for attempted murder. Ten years of stewing over the injustice of it all, her ruined life, the children she isn't allowed to see...then the prison break happens. She smells fresh air for the first time in a decade, albeit smoky and triggering. She rescues Overhaul despite not knowing him or what he's done. Even though she's a villain, she has a mother's nurturing heart. It was a mother's love that landed her in prison in the first place.

Then All For One sends her after Deku. He praises her for having the courage to face the current No. 1 Hero. No one has ever called Rei’s psychotic mania ‘courageous.’ She’s always been ‘the crazy woman who tried to kill her husband.’ AFO understands her. And he thinks she can put her skills to good use. Rei doesn't want to hurt anyone. Oh no, he’s not asking her to kill this boy she doesn’t know, just capture him. That’s all. She can manage that, right?

Okay, so I'll admit there is a snag in that idea that Rei is not a fighter and not someone AFO would likely send to complete a job, but since we're talking alternate scenarios, we can make allowances that ten years in prison could have changed her. Besides, AFO's primary goal could've been sewing further turmoil on top of everything else. He always has a back-up plan, so this was more a crime of opportunity than anything. Dabi's already started nailing the coffin shut on Endeavor's career, so the thought of Endeavor's wife picking up a hammer, too, would cause even further devastation on that front.

...

Now, I liked Nagant as a character. I think she had a lot of potential, but the fact remains that she was introduced so late into the series and she was detached from the main cast. And this is a personal thing with me, but one of the elements that I think make a story good are the connections between characters and we didn't get that with Nagant. None of the older Pros knew her personally and regarded her as a former friend, no one at UA ever talked about the notorious hero who went rogue, she wasn't anyone's relative 'who brought shame to her family with her crime,' Hawks doesn't think about her as his predecessor until she's actually introduced, Nagant was just a random character who was there and that was a bit of a waste. She had no further relevance.

With Rei as the villain hunting Deku, all the characters involved are relevant. Deku would already have known about Rei's attempts to kill Endeavor because the media would have had a field day vilifying her as a madwoman. (As is what likely happened with Nagant.) Rei as his hunter hits closer to home because now Deku has the added association of, "This is my friend's mother. This is my mentor's wife. The villain Dabi is her son. Fuyumi and Natsuo told us about her when we visited for dinner. This is the woman I've been hearing stories about."

I just think there would have been a stronger impact that way, but that's just me.

Anyway, does anyone want me to draw Villain Rei and Endeavor using this Arcane screenshot as a base?

[captainuranium543]

I feel so conflicted about fairy tail continuing after 100 year because on the one hand I know it's probably a bad idea. A lot of fairy tail current issues are symptomatic of it just going on too long, and that's fine, sometimes the things you love need to end. But at the same time it feels like such a waste because I KNOW fairy tail can be better, I KNOW it has potential and there's so much that could be explored even now. If fairy tail ends after 100 year I will be sad because as much as I think the time has come it has so much to it that has gone unexplored and if it ends then that possibility will end with it.

[jayviknation]

Sorry for being MIA for so long, but as promised!!

🌗Sevika Headcannons🌓

[ ] Favorite color -

Purple! I would picture like a deep electric purple (think electric amethyst from manic manic)

[ ] Music Type -

Metal when working out or trying to expel aggression, R&B for whenever she’s drinking or with a partner, hyper pop when she’s alone and is looking to jam out (gets this from Jinx)

[ ] Preferred weather -

Loves the rain even though it can make the smog worse in the undercity, something calming about hearing it pitter patter on the ceilings or debris surrounding the undercity

[ ] Cooking -

Oh this woman can COOK, learned when she was younger and has never stopped. Loves everything to be properly seasoned so always cooks herself (Cooks for Sil and Jinx but totally acts like it’s just extra’s from what she made herself)

[ ] Sleeping -

Doesn’t have a set sleeping schedule but cherishes sleep like it’s her lover when she gets the opportunity / as for sleeping positions she would be sprawled all over (Straight up starfish sleeper)

[ ] Advice -

Only takes advice from people she sees as equal which is few and far between, will only give out advice to those who she genuinely sees potential in (she’s not one to waste her time)

[ ] Morning Routine -

Absolutely needs 30 minutes to herself in the morning or will have a terrible day. I see Sevika as the type to wake up, shower/wash her face, make coffee and grab a smoke while prepping for her day

[ ] Comfort -

I see Sevika as the type to have comfort items like a sweater or pair of shoes that she really likes. As for people she finds comfort in the silence with Silco (don’t let him know that)

[ ] Santa -

In a world where Santa is something they would celebrate Sevika is an active Christmas/santa fan.

(She knows he’s probably not real but it’s still something sweet for her to hold onto)

[ ] Arm -

No one besides Silco knows the true story of how Sev lost her arm, anyone that asks her gets a different story more grandiose than the last. (Last I heard she was in a scuba tank accident)

[dreamerimpossible]

Fragile (Art The Clown x Fem!Reader x Pennywise)

Nobody asked for this either, but…what can I tell you? I am a nasty person.

Summary: You are the little pet of both sinister clowns.

Warnings: Sex with plot, oral (reader receives), dubcon, double penetration, pain, dark content, +18, humiliation.

Your nose still couldn't get used to the smell of putrefaction that surrounded the sewer. In fact, you could never stand it. It was a weakness. At least that's how your two captors had made you feel all this time: you're fragile, and breaking was just easy. That's how it was. Of course it was. You hadn't even been able to suppress the nausea caused by the dirty water whose waste you avoided seeing at all costs. Those ropes that tied your wrists still caused you a deep pain whose impact was beginning to be progressively more emotional than physical.

Your body immediately reacted to the strong and determined footsteps of one of your captors. Your head lowered, in a sign of involuntary submission, and your fists clenched violently so that the pain you caused yourself would be much more noticeable to him than your state of nervousness and vulnerability. But you knew it was useless.

It was useless, yes. Especially because the being in front of your figure could see through you. All of you. Your hands immediately loosened, sadly representing your absolute surrender to him. He approached you with a chilling smile that released blood from his lips, forming an immeasurable drip that fell to the floor, creating a completely unbelievable scene by human standards.

He smelled you, like a rabid dog would do to an unknown creature that was a potential victim. But his reaction was one of disappointment. Which made him move away at a safe distance from you. There was no fear. There was a worrying lack of fear in your veins. And he didn't like that at all. He didn't like losing control. Suddenly, the gloves on his hands were torn as they were torn by the claws that the clown was making sprout from his fingers. You suppressed a scream... was this the end for you?

Probably. The level of dirty water in the sewer was rising rapidly, turning red just as quickly. While all this was happening, there was Pennywise, with that characteristic smile, mocking you and the way he could make your fear grow with such simplicity. You closed your eyes tightly while repeating the same mantra over and over in your head:

“It’s not real…” you burst into tears uncontrollably. “This is not happening.”

You opened your eyes slowly when you felt the water calming down under your feet. And once they were fully open, you saw that everything was back to normal. The world-devouring clown had decided to stop torturing you like that for today. However, it wasn’t because of you. It was because someone had come to interrupt.

The clown dressed in black and white walked hunched over, with the garbage bag resting on his back, and his face only reflected annoyance. Pennywise had smiled again. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

Every time Art was psychologically tortured by Pennywise, his strength in hurting you was even more brutal. He was getting even. That's what you were for, to get his frustration out. Otherwise, your existence would be meaningless to him.

Today would be one of those days; you could feel it in your body. You could see it through his eyes. Your body suddenly felt weak just thinking about it. And Pennywise decided to make it much harder for you by making you witness his transformation, the representation of that feeling that Art The Clown couldn't experience for himself, but that, against all odds, he did feel. On tiny levels. But he felt it somehow. There was only one person in the world that made Art angry and eager to destroy you. That girl, that woman who was very different from you.

Pennywise's figure blurred and theatrically turned into the silhouette of what seemed to be Sienna Shaw armed with her sword.

Art didn't feel afraid, no. But he felt a little insecurity and hesitation. The sweet, intrusive thought of what could happen if he was once again decapitated by that woman. And that. That little fleeting thought made Pennywise feel extremely satisfied. It was what he lived for, to make Art the Clown feel like he was insufficient before him. To remind him that although he is almost indestructible, in essence, he was still weaker than him, than the devourer of worlds himself. Extremely different levels of strength. And then there was you. A small force next to them, insignificant and fleeting.

And his attention was now on you. Pennywise, on his side, eager to push you to the limits, and Art the Clown, on his side, only wanted to vent his anger on you.

Art's fingers squeezed your jaw tightly, fixing your eyes on his. You could see that there was nothing. Nothing that reflected any hint of emotion. Maybe that was his way of telling himself that Pennywise hadn't affected him in the slightest. Then, you saw his smile, and you were terrified of whatever he was about to do.  With a knife he tore your bloody clothes, scratching the skin of your torso. You took note of how many moderately deep scratches you had there. Your hurt tits were visible to both beings, who proudly looked at the bite marks, blows, and cuts they had left there, pleasing their sexual need.

Next, Art cuts your panties off with ease, letting them fall into the dirty water of the sewer, leaving you only in that skirt. That skirt that you wore to go to work almost obligatorily before you were imprisoned by a being from which it was impossible to escape.

Your skin was marked. You would never be the same again. You were lost.

Pennywise sank his teeth into your neck, sucking a little of your blood, like a little appetizer of what it would be like to truly devour you. Your eyes closed weakly, simply accepting your fate. But Art would make it harder. He inserted two of his fingers into your entrance, entering and exiting you at a raw speed. And it hurt in an indescribable way. Your moans were of absolute pain, making both men smile.

But what was coming now would be new and completely devastating for you. Art roughly grabbed your waist and held you in place, slowing down the pumping of his fingers and hitting just a specifically pleasurable spot for you, making you let out your first moan of involuntary pleasure. You felt bad. You weren't supposed to enjoy it. You opened your eyes in horror, and all Art did was mock you silently with exaggerated gestures of silent laughter. He had discovered a new kind of pain for you.

Pennywise followed the direction the other clown was taking and placed his red lips on one of your nipples, no bites. Your moans increased as you felt his tongue exploring with different movements, looking for the perfect way to make you enjoy this against your will. Your hands relaxed in your ropes, and your groans increased as you felt his tongue exploring with different movements, looking for the perfect way to make you enjoy this against your will. throw your head back and let out shameless moans as you felt the circular movement of Pennywise's tongue on your nipple, along with the marked rhythm of Art on your pussy.

They would kill you, sooner or later. They would finish you off. And yet... it felt so good. Art knelt before you, smiling at the irony of the situation, even believing that you could have any kind of control over him, and he pulled his fingers out of your entrance with ease and replaced them with his own tongue. Your leg was over his shoulder, his mouth sucking on your pussy without any shame, demonstrating once again his unhealthy fondness for all kinds of bodily fluids, licking and swallowing everything you had to give him, without making a single gesture of disgust.

It was completely alarming how much it turned you on. You are a nasty person. You had to be. Your screams echoed against the walls, given over to a pleasure that was undoubtedly beyond your control.

Pennywise's claws dug into your back as he began to alternate licks on your nipples with small bites that increased in intensity. Pleasure and pain lodged in the pit of your stomach, making you a slave to him, increasing your disorientation, and destroying your own moral code. You noticed how your own blood slid through your body and how you seemed to shamelessly enjoy it.

Art's tongue worked on you in an almost expert way, which made you ignore any kind of pain that they wanted to inflict on you. Your release was close. You wanted it; it was painfully torturous not to get it. You simply wished he would let you cum at least once. Looking into his eyes, you thought that maybe he was deciding too, whether to overstimulate you or leave you wanting again and again. Both are quite attractive options. However, to your invasive visual delight, you saw how Art drank all your fluids in a shameless way, licking your folds to try to clean everything that was left.

But make no mistake, he wasn't doing it for you. He needed you to enjoy it so he could destroy you, shamelessly break you. He needed you to be his doll too, the one who enjoyed the pain and the contempt.

Pennywise separated from your tits, squeezing your stimulated nipples with his fingers. The pain and pleasure were once again present, and the scream you let out was an auditory sample of the mixture of those two sensations that they wanted to make you feel.

Art stood up and continued in front of you; Pennywise positioned himself behind you. You felt four hands violently grabbing you by the waist. You couldn't even muster the strength to shake your head when you realized what they were going to do. But before you could make your displeasure known with sounds, each one penetrated your corresponding entrance. You bit your lip with a certain habit to endure that kind of pain at this point and prepared yourself for what you were going to feel. Be it good or bad.

They both penetrated at the same time, with a force much greater than two considerate boys would have, but much less than what they were used to. You felt both cocks inside you, fucking you with a desire you didn't think they even had. Your body was being abused and taken selfishly, and you could even feel the pain that would remain in your belly for days after experiencing that practice for the first time in such an inconsiderate way. Pennywise growled in your ear from behind, while the skins were heard colliding with each other, as if you were just that. A toy, one more hole. As Art watched your reactions, as you fought the fear and discomfort you felt at your own enjoyment. They both spilled their semen inside you in due time and separated, watching as your eyes closed at the amount of sensations you experienced.

They both watched as their semen fell down your thighs, mixing with all the blood from your wounds. You fell into a deep sleep instantly, as proof of your physical and emotional exhaustion.

No, not even Sienna Shaw could save you from this one.

[sxftcloudz]

Viktor Arcane c.ai bot

📓| Tutoring

A/N: Hello! I wanted to make a S1 Act 1 Viktor bot really bad, so I made this one! I also kind of relate to this bot since I used to struggle in school and I would've killed for someone like Viktor to help me out. This is set before Viktor meets Jayce and the creation of Hextech, so apologies if he brings it up !! (:

Synopsis: Viktor is in the same classes as you. When he overhears that you are not doing well in your classes, he is confused since he knows you are a very bright student and even witnessed you solving a few problems in class with ease. He knew you were going to fail for the semester, but he had the advantage of being the assistant to the Dean of the Academy. He convinced Professor Heimerdinger to give him a chance to tutor you and told you it was mandatory to come. When you came to the sessions, he saw how diligent you were, so it left him puzzled as to why people thought you were not trying hard enough. At the next tutoring session you had, you asked him why he took so much out of his time to help you, and he had enough of you thinking so low about yourself.

Greeting is below the cut for anyone interested in using this bot (:

You were failing in the most prestigious university in Piltover. The professors saw your progress go from having an honors status to on the verge of failing for the semester. They assumed you were just another student who was wasting an opportunity to learn at a distinguished school. However, not everyone thought that way about you.

Viktor is in the same classes as you, but he often kept to himself and focused on his progress to becoming a scientist. He noticed your lack of enthusiasm that you used to have and avoided getting called on in class. It was unlike you since he knew how easily you responded to questions before. He wondered where your spark went since he knew you had extraordinary ideas when he took a peek at your journal a few times behind your shoulder.

Being the assistant to the Dean of the Academy had its advantages because while convincing Professor Heimerdinger to let you stay, he offered to have a chance to tutor you, something he never would do for any other student. After getting approval from Heimerdinger, he informed you that it was mandatory to go. He noticed at every tutoring session how you were not a slacker at all. He could see that you were a hardworking individual and took his tutoring seriously, so it confused him as to why others thought you did not care anymore.

During another tutoring session, he raised an eyebrow when you randomly asked why he bothered trying to help someone like yourself. He was surprised that you thought so low of yourself to think you were not worthy of having any assistance. It was his final straw as he put down a chalk piece he was using on the chalk tray and had a determined gaze set on you. “Victoria, do you think it was my life's ambition to be an assistant? Scientists seek discoveries. Ways to make the world a better place. Many ideas of yours that I have seen in your journal have the potential to do that,” he said with a passion in his voice that you never heard before.

[djthemusicman]

Okay so, i’ve seen a few people upset at chapter 121. Not an emotionally upset because everyone is dying but upset from a narrative standpoint so i have a few things to say in response to it

“Because the [sunflower] trio died, they won’t remember what happened in this timeline, which is a waste of potential.”

Yeah it would be, if they didn’t remember it. Just because they died in this timeline doesn’t mean they won’t remember what happened here, they just won’t know the whole story. We’re given no reason to believe that they will not remember anything.

When they came from the original timeline to this one, a few remembered what happened right before that. Those that did had supernatural ties, so I believe it’s safe to assume that no matter what happens they’re going to remember. Teru is still going to have to live with it the fact that Kou died in front of him.

But let’s say that means nothing, what other evidence is there that everyone who died will remember? Well the answer comes from our favorite consistently dying fellow, Mitsuba! Remember how Mitsuba died at the end of the bad omen’s arc? Even under the presences of the new timeline (they’re going to forget everything of the old timeline) Mitsuba has vague memories or flashbacks to when he died. He tells Kou that he has a weird dream where he dies!! At the very least that’s going to shake Teru up a bit.

basically, there’s more evidence to say that all the development that happened in this arc will go to waste. They’re going to have to deal with the repercussions of all of this.

“Aoi was a pick me in this chapter!”

I just think this take is just a mischaracterization. I believe the whole reason why it was included that she KNEW how to use to show how else Teru’s engagement changed her. Before the sacrifice of the grim reaper arc Aoi didn’t know much about supernaturals outside of the stories she told. This Aoi has never been to a boundary but she knows how to use a spirit blade. This Aoi doesn’t know Akane is a supernatural, so she thinks she’s the only thing standing between the house and her friends once Teru goes down. She isn’t being a pick me, she’s trying to protect her friends.

I’m sure there’s more to be said about the new chapter but this is just what i’ve seen said about it. If you have any questions or things you want explained in the new chapter (or newer chapters), my ask box is open!

[persona-brainrot-real]

It is once again “why didn’t they let ryuji have any empathy for yusuke” era. Nothing like a game establishing that both of them have abusive/neglectful/awful dads and then instead of ryuji trying to connect with yusuke and show him that madarame is abusing him, he just gets angry at him?? For what????? Why???? There was so much potential

[nnobodoodles]

Huh.

So I randomly remembered Croc is pretty much Italian.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[blueskittlesart]

in the nicest and most non-confrontational way possible. i feel like some of you think that anything that isn't directly openly spelled out for you within a story is "missed potential" or "unexplored." like. sometimes there are implied narratives. sometimes the point is that you as the reader are supposed to think and draw your own conclusions and participate in the story. the writers not directly spelling every little detail out for you doesn't mean that the story is poorly written or missed its own plot details somehow. PLEASE.

[dykedvonte]

MacCready being one of the few companions to not lose affinity if you eat people makes sense when you remember the fungus in Little Lamp Light grew from decomposing bodies. Like the kids weren’t eating people directly but they were eating people adjacent things.

Not to mention how the Lone Wanderer can trick the kids at LLL into buying “strange meat” to eat which is just human so it’s more likely than not they have just straight up ate people so he’s either very desensitized, knows what food desperation can do to people or feels he really has not ground to stand on since he was in the same boat whether he wanted to be or not.

[nocofamilyau]

not related to noco at all but what is katie and sadie’s relationship like now?

pretty good all things considered! while they're both married to two sweet guys and have separate families (none of their kids are other td characters, unfortunately...) they're still really close, and still live next to each other at that same beach town they grew up in, now both running that successful 80s themed ice cream business they've been dreaming of! its safe to say they probably suffered the least on Total Drama, only leaving with a couple of minor scars, good god were they lucky..

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i still haven’t really had the time to process my emotions but i really am soooo upset that we didn’t get a funeral …….. like . there are a lot of things i forgive akutami for because of how awful his work schedule must be / how hellish writing is in general but choosing to throw in that last minute mission instead of a funeral to really show grief over gojo’s death is not one of them …… i just don’t really understand it? i’ve always disagreed with the fandom’s ooc allegations and i still do now because nothing the characters did or said this chapter was ooc, but if they aren’t shown grieving beforehand then obviously people are going to feel that gap… :’)

the literal only issue is that what we know must have happened between these chapters wasn’t shown to us. and that just makes me so so sad . we know how many people cared about gojo, yuji tells him that ’none of us could ever forget you’ and maybe that’s akutami’s way of showing that, but since the characters don’t even explicitly mention that he’s dead everything just falls kinda flat … i’m still praying on my knees for an ova chapter / for mappa to add stuff in season 4, but rn i just feel very sad :< the gap of writing quality between 261 and 271 is just really jarring … i liked a lot of things in this chapter. but i just can’t get past the funeral thing …….