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[froggbones]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 炎炎ノ消防隊 | Enen no Shouboutai | Fire Force (Anime), 炎炎ノ消防隊 | Enen no Shouboutai | Fire Force (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Shinra Kusakabe, Arthur Boyle, Maki Oze, Iris (Fire Force), Takehisa Hinawa, Akitaru Oubi, Vulcan Joseph, Viktor Licht Additional Tags: Day Off, Chaos, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Fluff, Angst, Company 8 as a Family (Fire Force), Milk, Vomiting, Tumblr Prompt Summary:

How do the members of Special Fire Force Company 8 spend their days off?

[norel-ravenclaw]

Mine

Sanji • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured characters: Sanji

Genre: BDSM Erotica

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1900

Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

WARNINGS: | mxw | bdsm | collaring | light choking | begging | praise and reassurance, pet names | all the normal sex stuff | unsafe sex | not proofread |

“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.

The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.

And… something new.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.

“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.

He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”

I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”

That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“…Mhm.”

“Remember the safe word?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”

[earth-64]

Wake Up Call - Nintendo Alarmo

All through Summer 2024 the Nintendo fandom had been in a fervor. The Nintendo Switch’s reign had eclipsed its seven year apex: the time had come for a new flagship piece of hardware to take its place. The stage seemed to be set: the game releases were thinning, the Nintendo Directs sparse, and the major game releases clearly smaller, outsourced, and not the main focus of development. Nintendo had already acknowledged the new machine’s existence with an assurance of it being announced within the fiscal year, followed by a continuous promise below each and every announcement stream that there “will be no mention of the Nintendo Switch successor during [...] these presentations.”

As the dog days passed by, during the fleeting few weeks of Fall that still existed between the ever widening record-high Summers and devastating Winter storms, it seemed undeniable that the stage was being set. Nintendo filed new patents for motion sensor technology. Word got out that they were filming a commercial for a new piece of hardware. They flew out content creators to demo something kept under wraps. And on October 9th, 2024, fans awoke to a flurry of notifications, an early morning unheralded announcement shaking the very foundations of what was thought possible for the gaming giant: 

Alarmo.

Nintendo’s smart alarm clock. A touchscreen device with a sleek interface, loaded with 35 themes inspired by 5 games (and more to come), and a $100 price tag. Their patented motion sensing technology made for a hands-free experience. Set the alarm once and from then on, each and every morning, your eyes would flutter open to a jazzy Mario tune, and your triumphant rise from bed would be rewarded with a victory jingle, a “Lets-A-Go!”, and a shot of nostalgic dopamine. 

But is nostalgic the right word? The motion sensor only works with a very specific set-up: most notably being limited to one person, a small bed, and a room that will remain otherwise empty through the night. No spouses, no pets, no roommates. It was clear this was intended for a child’s room. So no, it wasn’t nostalgic. At least not yet. It was designed to create new nostalgia.

Nintendo Alarmo, along with the similarly aimed Pokemon Sleep, are part of Nintendo’s long-running obsession with intentionally forming habits and responses. From the scheduled broadcasts of the Satellaview to the daily-task centric Animal Crossing series, and especially the predatory practices of their mobile game releases, Nintendo had a penchant for designing parasites that attached themselves to your waking (and non-waking) cycle. 

Today I’ll be sharing excerpts from interviews with people who received Alarmos as children, and uncover the shocking effects of waking each morning to a pavlovian coin-get jingle. But first, speaking of coin-getting, a word from today’s sponsor: LoanFast. Is payday just a—

God what a waste of time. Shit’s always so negative these days. These nostalgia-grab video essays used to be pleasant. Here’s an old-school animated movie you haven’t seen since the DVD bargain bin! Top ten cartoons of the 2010s! The misunderstood genius of the Wii U! But nah, now time has crept past the optimistic millennials. We’re struggling to find the diamonds in the rough patch that was the 2020s, to salvage anything from that fucking trash heap of a decade. God, no wait. Now I sound like them. I grew up with that age of media. I love that age of media. It’s just so easy to let the zeitgeist of doomerism– Okay stop. It’s way too easy to let these things override my brain. I had to mentally backspace the phrase “easily impressionable” right there too. I watch these videos with their big words and their gloomy ways of lookin at life and I feel it all start to seep into me. 

Millennials will convince you that the 00s were the peak of human creation. That the 10s were the last big push of creativity. But that's just not true! My cartoons were way better! Our video games are just objectively cooler and bigger! Adults get stuck on trying to make fun of my generation for the same few bullshit things, if I hear one more Skibidi Rizz I’m gonna– Shouldn’t think like that. I’m 24 now. That’s an adult. I’m an adult. I keep saying that and it doesn’t sound any more true. It happened so fast. It took so much time but it happened so fast. I was just a kid, playing Super Mario Odyssey on an old LCD, and then I was a teenager and a lot happened, so much happened, and now I’m an adult playing Super Mario Odyssey on an old LCD and nothing happens, nothing ever happens. I am an adult and it is Christmas Eve and I am alone.

It was Christmas Eve then too. Back when Christmas felt like Christmas. I was 12 years old when I got the Nintendo Alarmo. December 24th, 2024 when I tore open my first present of the year. It was tradition to get one present the night before, usually something to pass the time until I was more tired than I was excited for the next morning. You wouldn’t think a clock would keep me busy but I spent the whole evening fiddling with the options, looking at every theme, resetting the time to hear the top-of-the-hour jingles for each game. I remember dad helping me put in the wi-fi password, I remember mom’s hurried trip to whatever convenience store was still open on the holiday because the damned thing didn’t come with an AC adapter. She brought back a package of Reese’s and one of those juice drinks with a plastic toy on it. It was… a Spongebob one? Yeah, and I set it on the shelf and it fell off during all the unwrapping the next day and it rolled underneath the shelf and it was down there for months and I’m remembering every single time I was sitting on the floor playing Mario and Luigi Brothership after getting it the next day and every single time I could see the Spongebob juice topper below the tv smiling at me and I never thought to get it I never put any thought into it being there it was just there until a day my mom must have swept and it wasn’t there and I didn’t think about it not being there. Until right now. 

Why didn’t that thing come with an AC adapter, god that’s so stupid.

I think about all that and I don’t think about everything that happened afterwards. I’m 12 years old and it’s Christmas Eve 2024 and I’m getting the Nintendo Alarmo and now I’m 24 years old and it’s Christmas Eve 2036 and I look over at the window sill next to my bed and the Nintendo Alarmo is still there, still ticking. The AC adapter has been replaced a couple times and it’s a bit dinged up but it’s still ticking. So much happened all the while that clock kept ticking. I’m still ticking. I’ve gotten so worked up over this fucking video and I’ve been scrolling my home page this whole time. I try to actually read the titles my eyes are glossing over: “The Untold Story of Minecraft’s 1.50 Disaster”, “What Went Wrong With Forza 2030”, “Does Sony Regret Dropping Out of Consoles?” and I almost click the last one to see which retired executive guy they’re interviewing and personifying the whole company onto this time and I stop myself. It just takes one god damn clickbait title to manufacture curiosity like that and I’ll be watching another two hour video about job layoffs and feeling like shit again. I’m so sick of feeling like shit. It’s getting harder and harder to find content that makes me feel good. 

I decide to just turn the damn thing off. I sit there in the dark for a minute, as a dim light comes from across the room: it's 11:00pm and my Nintendo Alarmo is displaying a top-of-the-hour animation. Mario runs into view, bumps a block 11 times. I hear the little coin-collection jingle 11 times, and then the screen defaults back to its calmer darker state. 

I google for a day calculator on my phone and punch in that Christmas Eve and this one. 

4,383 days. If you take into the fact that after the Animal Crossing theme releases I swapped to that for Halloween and Christmas mornings, that’s 22 Animal Crossing mornings, and 4,360 Super Mario mornings, and 1 Mario Kart morning that I hated. Who the fuck wants to wake up to tires screeching? And the “FIRST PLACE VICTORY!” out-of-bed message was a bit patronizing even for me. But yeah, 4,360 Super Mario wake up calls. 4,360 times I have heard the Super Mario Bros. theme song as the very first sound of the day. Through thick and thin, from one side of the country to the other, through every school morning from 2024 onward and every single day of every job I’ve worked, it's remained constant. A morning without that jingle is just not conceivable to me, it's as natural a part of life as anything else. As sure as I’ll eat food and as sure as I’ll take a crap and as sure as I’ll turn my computer on and as sure as I’ll sleep again the next night is as sure as I will hear that jingle. Speaking of, sleep.

I brush my teeth with Scooby Doo bubblegum toothpaste and a toothbrush that I avoid looking too closely at because its got Spongebob on it and I’m too tired to let myself start back down that path of thinking about the things I took for granted. I can feel on my teeth that the brush is awfully frayed. I’ve been putting off buying a new one for months. I don’t know why. I could just grab one at the store and swap it out and it would make me feel so much better and be so much better for me, but I just don’t do it, I just never think to get it while I’m there and that just happens everyday and I blink and it's been months and my toothbrush is still frayed. 4,360 times. 4,360 times. 

I catch my brain multi-track drifting and decide I can’t sleep without a distraction. I open Youtube on my phone and start scrolling for something to play while I sleep. I crawl into bed and I just barely remember it's Christmas tomorrow. I grab the Nintendo Alarmo and thumb through the settings, swiping through menus. 

When I wake up tomorrow I’ll think that maybe I was just too tired, maybe I just got other shit on my mind, and that maybe these old LCD touchscreens are just over-sensitive pieces of shit or that maybe just maybe I am. But tomorrow my eyes will open at the time they’re used to opening anyway and I’ll be ready to hear the special Animal Crossing Toy Day Jingle that I was so certain I set it to, and I’ll hear the horrible screeching of tires on pavement and something will snap in me and I’ll hear the “FIRST PLACE VICTORY” and think about the empty platitudes and the 12 years I can barely remember and the four thousand wake-up calls that accompanied me as I kept sleep-walking through them and I’ll wake up and something will shatter and I’ll spend Christmas morning cleaning up the shards. 

[lovedtogekiss]

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[thefauxsport]

https://www.tumblr.com/thefauxsport/755283499050762240/well-i-think-i-have-some-good-news-for-our-burrow

Let’s just recap how disgusting parts of the Burrow fandom are. And I say this as someone who is a Burrow fan, but I say this as one who does not hold him up on some pedestal of perfection and does not think that anything he does in his life directly affects mine. At the end of the day, we are all just out there living our lives. I promise, there are normal fans out there, we do exist out there.

However one thing that has disgusted me and I have said something prior about it…how people have treated Caylee (or any person of the opposite sex that any player follows on social media). If Caylee and OBJ are a thing, which judging by many points that we’ve seen, they are. It’s not weird that Joe would follow someone that his FRIEND is dating/seeing. She may be really awesome and he liked her because of that. It is the 21st century, men and women can converse. She was most likely a follow for simply because of that reason. But what has happened? Extreme and disgusting misogyny against her. The guy on Facebook called her “gross” and she has had way worse things said that NEVER should be said by any person. She did not and never has deserved that. People need to stop paying such close attention to social media. It’s not real life and stop with being hateful, misogynistic, homophobic, and all the other vile and awful things we’ve seen. These are actual human beings. You don’t have to like them, that’s fine, move on with life. And stop acting like they owe you something. They do not.

Thanks for keeping things real here, I respect that about all of you Mods.

[meowyoi]

pozdravvv🌸

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hi luckypoppies! i LOVE LOVE your fic. its one of the best tsot fics in the fandom!

i hope you dont mind asks but how did you write your worldbuilding? you write it in a way that feels natural but there are no infodumps, but at the same time theres clearly a layer of lore if you squint. share us your magic tricks please 🙏🙏

THANK YOU! <3 That's extremely kind of you, anon. I don't think my fic is even close to deserving such high praise honestly, but I'm honoured to hear you think that. 😭

I shall preface this by saying that I'm not a professional writer by any means; just an amateur who has zero chill for an unpaid hobby. I'm also a character-focused person first before world-focused, so my opinion is going to biased.

The main rule I keep to heart: Instead of treating worldbuilding as an element to be balanced equally with other elements (plot, characters, relationship etc), I weave it into the story. If characters and plot make up the meat of a story, then worldbuilding is the spice that you sprinkle on for flavour.

Essentially, what this means in practice is: show information about the world gradually through the lens of the characters. The world is not just there; it's also lived in by the characters, and you want to show it as such. Personally, I do this by leaving in details that insinuate at things about the world. In my fic, I could have started with two paragraphs about how Larnion and Kupa Keep are now kingdoms co-existing after winning the war over the Stick a century ago, and that in present day Larnion, there's an underlying inequality between humans and elves + tension among the noble elves... but I chose not to. Instead, I tried to show that information through details in the prologue:

The Great Ball, Princess Kenny and Prince Kyle meeting -> implies that Kupa Keep and Larnion are on good enough terms that they can hold events like this and make their respective heirs meet.

"Stan was officially recognised as a knight-in-training, earning the approval of a friendly elf royal knight who was on good terms with the Broflovskis." -> This one is easy to miss, but it implies that maybe, just maybe, not all elves are on good terms with the ruling family... hm.

The bonfire, that the Broflovski House is lenient towards humans, the fact that Broflovskis adopt human children, that elves applauded at Stan's knighting ceremony. - it's enough to imply that on some level, elves are amicable to humans, BUT AT THE SAME TIME:

An elf guard who had accused Stan of being a spy from Kupa Keep, the fact there weren't any humans among the knighthood, even Stan getting convicted of treason without a chance to defend himself.... all of those insinuate that's clear inequality between humans and elves in Larnion. It makes one wonder then, if this is how some elves view humans in their realm, how do they actually Kupa Keep, their supposed allies, then? 🤔

The point of all those details was to carry a vague sense that even years before the main plot (Prince Kyle under assassination attempts) started, there was something already off with the political climate in Larnion (and perhaps Zaron for that matter). I do hope that came across. :'))

The question is, then: how do you come up with these details to sprinkle in?

Easy: lots of research, and whenever you come up with a piece of lore, think about its implications. How does that piece affect your setting? How would it show up in your world? How does it affect your characters (if it does?) Put yourself in the shoes of a different persona (king, commoner, knight etc) and think about what their daily life would look like.

If your kingdom hunts dragons on the regular, you may want to show how knights wear armour crafted from dragon scales, or how there's honour given to dragonslayers.

If the heir is under assassination attempts, then maybe you want to show how the castle gates are closed and how there's more guards running around as usual, commoners gossiping...

If Zaron has an all-powerful object - the Stick of Truth - then you want to think about: has the Stick been used in the past, and if so, for what? How do different types of people view the Stick (do some people view it as an ultimate solution that can solve... or are there some who believe it should never be touched?) Are there perhaps mages dedicated to studying such a powerful object? Does everyone seek its power?

If humans and elves fought over the Stick in the past and are now allies, think about that alliance looks like in practice: are there diplomats? Are the heirs arranged for a political marriage? Maybe they have a trading route? Is one kingdom perhaps still traumatised from the scars of the war? How much do they really trust each other If an elf lived in Kupa Keep, would they have an easy life? Same question applies to a human who lives in Larnion.

It can be overwhelming so it helps to have one document dedicated to keeping track of these details. :) And again, do your research and look at other fantasy fiction for inspiration!!

Hope this helps, anon! :D

[destinyc1020]

In the grand scheme of things weirdos that ship T with girls are not nearly as loud as the weirdos who ship Z with the guys. It’s literally couple of people that interact with each other because no one gives them the energy and eventually they go quiet because Tom goes out of his way every time to be with Z. He is the one that shuts them up. Z on the other hand gets shipped with popular guys so you have handful of fans from both fandoms being loud and it’s more intense. It’s both stupid AF tho.

Well, I think it just seems like it's louder on Z's side because she has worked with more poplar and well-known young men in the industry (ie. Timmy, JDW, Austin, etc). Whereas with Tom, a lot of his female actresses that he's paired opposite with in his films aren't nearly as famous or well-known. 👀 IJS.... 🤷🏾‍♀️

In fact, aside from Zendaya herself, Daisy Ridley is probably the most famous female costar he's had as a love interest in his films. 🤷🏾‍♀️The others just might not have such HUGE fan followings Anon.

But just let Tom and someone like Florence be paired up for a movie together, and you'll see the SAME exact thing! Believe me.

In fact, some fans have been shipping them together (I guess cuz fans think they have similar personalities and they're both British) for YEARS and they have never even done a film together! 🥴 I see more of THAT going on in Tom's fandom tbh (shipping him with random white women that he hasn't even worked with before... let alone even MET 🙄🙄), than I do in Z's fandom.

In Z's fandom, they usually tend to ship her with guys (or even girls) she's actually nWORKED with or has actually been PHOTOGRAPHED with (ie. Val, JDW, Timmy, Austin, OBJ, JE, Hunter, etc).

Either way, the biggest actual SHIPS I've seen for Z are the Valdayas, Timdayas, Johndayas and Hunterdayas. That's pretty much it 🤷🏾‍♀️ I don't really recall anyone strongly shipping her with JE before they started actually dating each other tbh. At least, I personally didn't see it.

[hourcat]

hey I was reading your obj/Eli stuff (I know it’s been years) and I was wondering a couple things…

how did u get into them?

how do you write a ship when no one else is - like what motivates u?

how do u feel about them now??

I want to say okay they are amazingly written etc the characterization GOD keebevh but personally I always feel bittersweet when in a small ship fandom and quite sad when there are no longer any works for years. and gosh I shipppp it so much

oh my god. my love. hello!!! i literally did not even realize people still ventured back in n the nfl rpf archives to see yingyang!verse 🥺🥺 im so touched 🫶 and am so so happy to answer ur questions!!!! i woke up earlier than normal, checked my inbox n read this ask, and could not stop thinking abt it when i tried to go back to sleep, lol. so i'll put em under a read more bc i get the feeling im gonna be rambly

how did u get into them?

by watching the games, honestly. LOL. i always enjoyed their relationship on the field (eli threw more touchdowns to odell than anyone else in his sixteen year career, which is an insane fact considering they only played together for like....five of those years) and as a giants fan obviously i was like “YES I WANT FIVE MORE OF THOSE LITTLE BLONDE BITCHES” because it was so, so fun to watch them.

but what drove me to shipping them romantically was a moment i first caught after the giants/dolphins game in 2015. the giants won (something they RARELY do, especially during the O years) and like always, at the end of the broadcast, the camera kind of meanders around the field to catch some post-game shots. and i saw eli and odell huddled real close together. i couldn’t figure out what they were doing but i knew it was kind of sus u know. upon further investigation (aka me desperately searching youtube for game footage) i found it.

this.

and that’s where it really started. QBs always have really intimate relationships with their WRs when they’ve got good on-field chemistry and these two were truly, truly no exception.

how do you write a ship when no one else is - like what motivates u?

honestly i would say it was hard but tbh? it wasn’t hard at all. when you love a pairing enough and you SEE what they are enough, it’s easy to write because it’s all you think about. you know? i had a good little mini-circle around me about them which helped me generate the ideas, and i have always craved attention and validation so of course i was gonna post it to ao3 even if no one else cared. i wrote SO much more than the yyverse content up there, too, but i was terribly afraid of the way i’d put eli/odell on the filters section singlehandedly so i stopped lol. it all went to my e/o fic library archive on here (@eoverse).

it also made it so much better when people who DIDN’T care about them suddenly did because of my fics?? which was SUCH motivation, too. being the one to open someone’s eyes like that is a special privilege imo. it’s power but in like...a tender kind of way. like holding someone’s hand and bringing them into the light. i was so addicted to that feeling.

how do u feel about them now??

oh, they devastate me. for a while i was so mad at odell after he got traded because it felt like he left me (and eli, ESPECIALLY, considering the fact that eli didn’t even know he got traded until ESPN announced it like he rest of us. dave gettleman i am in your fucking walls) and it kind of ended on a sour note. they didn’t talk to each other for a while. they never won anything substantial together which just felt like a deeper knife to the gut.

and then i moved on. and discovered that eli is actually rearranging the guts of the quarterback who replaced him after retirement (the elidj agenda is real and insane and you should not ask me about it because i have written, if possible, MORE about them than i did e/o) and for a while, kind of forgot. but my love for eli/odell never really faded, i don’t think. it’s nostalgia. i miss when odell was young. i miss when eli played. i miss how they hugged every pre-game, i miss how they would bump helmets tenderly after every touchdown, i miss the weird little sus quotes like “take me home, 10″ because who says that. who.

and now with odell potentially interested in coming back to the giants after all these years i’m like....this is going to be like tearing open an old wound, huh. they were my whole heart for so long. they are my BABIES. they are the first fics i wrote that truly, truly meant something real to me. so i think i still love them. not the same way, of course, but like...is it ever the same after a tragedy like they had?

oh my god i’m so sorry i wrote you an essay you were just being nice and asking questions about yyverse THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTED AND READING I LOVE YOU

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

for the 'why wouldn't date them'

charles, hawkeye, trapper

and i think you might be into twin peaks? if so, dale cooper and donna hayward

whichever ones you want to do :)

Ahhhhhh omg thank you for all of these I want to do them ALL but let's go backwards.

Donna Hayward

Ok so the thing is I AM into Twin Peaks but it's been a while since I've seen it and I tried to watch The Return but I was too stupit to understand much less enjoy it :( sowwy. So I would be dating my own flawed incomplete interpretation of a person, really. Typical Twin Peaks. 

Anyways I love Donna! I think we have similar personalities and stuff. In all brutal honesty I think if I were in her situation with a friend like Laura I’d have done similar things. Also yeah maybe her actions did lead a man to suicide but that was NOT her fault. I think the only three things that would prevent an attempt at a relationship here are 

1) The obvious. Her taste in men = atrocious. In all the rest of these hypotheticals where the character is already canonically in a relationship or has feelings for another character I’m just like yeah the more the merrier but if Donna insists on inviting her insufferable ass boyfriend into the mix I could NOT fucking do it I’m sorry. 

2) This girl is not ready for a relationship yet after All That god damn. But then again neither am I so maybe that balances out. We would need to spend some time as support group buddies just hugging and crying a lot before even considering a date. 

3) It is unlikely we would ever interact as I am never setting foot in that town ever in my life are you kidding me. Donna is super pretty in both her incarnations but I’m sorry I don’t think any pussy pops severely enough for me to risk going to fucking doorknob hell or some shit.

Dale Cooper

Ignore everything I said in that last paragraph. I change my mind. I forgot my beautiful autism creature husband is here. I would risk it all for a date with Dale Cooper and so would all who know and perceive the truth. AND he’s got two hot girlfriends with him at least one of whom is ALSO an autism creature??? Sign me the FUCK up for this polycule IMMEDIATELY. “Oh but OP what about the horrors” I don’t even fucking care it’s fine. Dale can have little an evil doppelganger. As a treat.

Still there are some problems:

1) Dale is an FBI agent and Harry is a cop. Booooooo!!!! But maybe if Annie and Caroline and I unionize we can force them to quit their jobs. 

2) Unclear if I would be forced to join the Black Lodge Horror Vision Rotation along with Annie and Caroline. Boring and time consuming task and unlike Laura you don’t even get to do a Big Scream.

3) I personally actually don’t like pie or coffee at all :( I’m sorry babygirl I understand if this is a deal breaker. 

Trapper McIntyre 

You know that “golden retriever boyfriend” joke? Trapper is like THE golden retriever boyfriend to me. Which I mean as an absolute compliment! Golden retrievers are friendly, helpful, adorable, lovable dogs. I am always up to pet a golden retriever.

But the thing is, I would never get one myself. They’re just a bit too big, bit too much energy, bit too messy, and anyways I prefer cats. No hate, no judgment, just a series of tiny preferences. Not into jocks, not into casual no-strings-attached type relationships, not super into kids, you know how it is. Boring and petty answer but I just feel like this adorable happy-go-lucky goldie deserves the PERFECT forever home and obviously he’s one of the most popular of all the dogs at the Mashblr shelter so I know he’ll get adopted super fast. So I can turn my attention to the miserable ass overbred old cat in the corner <3

Hawkeye Pierce

Oh, Hawkeye. I just don’t think so. Idk what’s wrong with me but I have to work to see Hawkeye as like. A dateable entity in my mind. He’s our little scrunkly! It’d be weird to date a scrunkly. BUT maybe I’ve just been overexposed to him purely by dint of being in the fandom he’s the main character of, because objectively I DO find Mr. Alda’s portrayal of him in certain scenes to be Attractive (TM), and seeing clips of his charisma and charm and humor and all that good handsome stuff is literally what got me to check out the show in the first place! Man. What happened. Hmm. 

I think one issue is that scenes where he’s explicitly trying to be Romantic and/or Seductive have just never done it for me. Like comparing Hawkeye’s lovey scenes with Kyung Soon to Charles’ with Martine, there’s no contest in how they make me feel. To me, Hawkeye is honestly at his most appealing when he’s radiating Friend Energy, which is why his casual relationships actually work really well IMO; you feel like he’s truly a great pal to the nurses he hooks up with. This is also, I think, one of Piercintyre’s great strengths as a ship, because Hawkeye and Trapper both have amazing Friend Energy and then their natural compatibility makes that bleed seamlessly into sweet romantic vibes. And to be clear I would LOVE to be in a Friends To Lovers relationship too but unfortunately I am cringely obsessed with loveydovey romance in a way I’m not sure Hawkeye is even capable of. Plus there’s also just the fact that I’m a shy waiting til marriage person and I suck at banter and yeah it’s just not working. In conclusion neither Hawkeye nor Trapper should date me they should date each other!! But we knew that :P

THAT CUNT

There are 10000000 reasons not to date Charles. But I will be doing it anyways ^_^ Peace and love on planet earth <3

Anyways I’m not bringing up his Problematicness as a reason here because I didn’t bring it up for anyone else and nobody noticed, so why should it be any different with him. Like no obviously I would not date this dumbfuck racist but I also would not date a guy who thinks it’s a funny prank to make a woman think she’s being sexually assaulted. I also for that matter would not date a guy who works with the dumbfuck racist and is like aw, ya know what, he’s not that bad really :) the second they have a chance to have a bonding moment. I guess I have decided to be a buzzkill about that forever now btw sorry :( oh well 

But ok no real talk I would Not date Charles unless one very specific condition is met, which is that I have whatever magic stardust they sprinkled on his single-episode love interests before they put them in the story that made him be utterly besotted with them, because more than any other character on the show, it seems, the difference between Regular Charles and Charles In Love is so hysterically huge??? Like fuck. My dudes. We’ve done it. We found the one villain who actually does do a complete 180 and starts trying to act right as soon as a girl takes pity on him enough to look at him twice. (Disclaimer: I haven’t seen Ain’t Love Grand yet I’m sorryyyyyyyy) He’s so ~romantic~ and it’s like catnip to me unfortunately. :\ The total opposite of what I said about Hawkeye up there. Offers a girl his stupid little teacup and recites poetry at her. Unbelievable. Did anyone ever think about the fact that maybe I would like to be offered a teacup and recited poetry at. No. You all only think about yourselves.  

Like even though objectively the way he nukes his relationship with Martine was hurtful to both of them, he’s so Tender the whole time it’s insane. She turned him into her pauvre petit miaou miaou overnight. I want that power so fucking bad I NEED that power so fucking bad. Say it with me everyone. I Could Fix Him. (”But OP Martine and Donna DIDN’T fix him he still left them both and never mentioned them again?” Yes but don’t worry they were just loosening the lid on his jar a little bit. I’ll get him open you’ll see. He’s gonna be soooo well trained when I’m done I’ll make him apologize to Maxwell and everything. He won’t even need the shock collar after a few weeks.)

But yeah if I have to like, try to appeal to him on my own it’s not fucking happening. I have no desire to hear the equivalent of a DOS deepfake hologram that has become evil due to being trained on text scraped from youtube comments tell me I’m ugly and stupid, which is exactly what would happen. Up til now I’ve sidestepped the issue that I do not think any of these people would give me the time of day (except Maxwell who would take pity on me probably because he is sososo Good) but I cannot ignore how much Charles just would Not like me. I don’t know how the selfshipper community does it they’re braver than any fucking US marine over there fr. Charles would look at me like I was a gross little bug on the ground and I can’t escape it. Oh well. Who needs him. Where’s your sister you dipshit I’m about to GET IT

[comfortsnow]

I hate having a passion project I want to share with the world but the obj show fandom is so horrible I don't even want to imagine the discourse that'll arise if it gains any sort of popularity

[makotonaegi]

some essays to add 2 this

1.) this makes me better understand those were WAY smaller and ended up not having a brand developed, a team devised on how to push their creation, just the singular artists who jumped onto the nft train when it was riding high. everyone massively disliked you for doing it, but you have already still your .obj files, your drafts and scribbles you can quickly shove together and devise a way to hue-shift it however many times you need and to edit additional accessories easily. think: this is post peak popularity for funko and i’m betting maybe at least if you were lucky to table or feature your items through a nice reseller anywhere, you probably only just got to take home one less. that big money, and a promise to get it quick would solve SO much. so i get it. but i don’t agree. those don’t go hand in hand.

2.) i kind of get really sad because there’s an additional thing that’s coming up but this is out of respect to artists in general. a lot of a new thing has come up, and with blogging your lives more visually now more than ever, the new trend of unboxing videos is still a frequent wave, supporting getting little trinkets and maybe hey! your art if you got over all the hurdles to devise an entire BLIND SET, you could get people to finally get a hold of your work again! but here’s what can happen with that: you might have them only buy it to see what’s in it, and then who knows what happens? sure you made your money. i guess there’s that but i kind of wonder about the respect to what you made. this comes into the second part. are they crediting it to you? are they telling everyone at least your name so they know that you made this, and that if they like your art so much, they can find more if they wanted to? i feel like that part quickly can be cast aside for other things to fit the time frame. once again, i know that sometimes the transaction is enough just so that way you’ve made it back to make more, but i would like to know if people liked my stuff to find more.

3.) with #2, i think it’s gotten really easy to conflate what you’ve made with a regular toy that you can get at like what, target? the age of people who like what you made isn’t an issue! it’s that these are delicate materials not meant to be played with! and those are! but yet i’m seeing actual toys made and developed from design conception to manu being reserved and only eyed from the same childrens’ eyes and yet the art toy is played with and then potentially broken. anyone can enjoy art, but these materials aren’t safe for children, they’re really fragile and some of the paints might come off if handled too much like that. we need to have some people weaned off fandom (ie buying a blind funko pop(?) VS mystery squishable) to be able to give kids differentiation on what is a toy to play with and what’s a toy to appreciate art in a smaller, visual 3D space.

i said it before about konatsuya’s nekogora.

in the end i think it is okay to enjoy it no matter how you will. but i wish that it was with respect to the artist name and with acknowledging the work put into these handmade items. anyone can like art, i just wish that we can all enjoy it again somehow. a little bit easier

kind of sad theres so little documentation of things made before funko. but i get it. it was a small circle of you and your friends who loved to make things. and if anyone else wanted to enjoy it, cool! but it was just for us. until funko happened

i guess it’s a little hard to keep track because it was on such a small scale you figured the most important thing at the time was mostly to have fun more than anything. i think today we can revitalize it by sending a message that funko can’t be the only one around. it’s just hard when the world is too fast moving; faster than your hands can show appreciation.

[berberriescorner]

“I Got You”

Characters: Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Nicole)

Summary: All Odell wants to do is take his wife on a fun date, but things go left. What happens when Nicole’s insecurities resurface and irritation sparks an argument?

Warnings: A little profanity. Some harassment. Low self-esteem. Tension with a heavy dose of fluff and smut to follow. Oral and unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap that willy). You’ve been warned 😈.

A/N: I’ve been having a hard time finishing part four of Disastrous Deception and I wanted to give you all something to hold you over. I promise I’ve been working 😩. This is something I wrote a while back. Taking a break from my hubby (in my head 😆) Angel Reyes and bringing you all some sexy ass OBJ content. I wrote this for my plus-sized melanated Queens 😍. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 1,400+

What is it with men and their bright ideas? Nicole’s idea of the perfect Saturday night was staying in, ordering takeout, and curling up on the couch with her husband. That’s not asking too much, right? That was the plan until Odell waltzed his happy ass in their bedroom and begged her to go to a freaking haunted house.

“Come on baby we should go. It’ll be fun. What, you scared? Now you know daddy gon’ protect yo fine ass,” he said as his New Orleans accent made an appearance.

“No! Odell I don’t like shit popping out at me. I’ma be ready to swing on everybody. Plus as soon as we’re spotted it will be impossible to enjoy it. It’ll be just like last weekend when we were trying to have a nice quiet dinner,” she replied. Thousands of pleas later Nicole finally gave in and said yes.

As she expected, the date was cut short and the couple spent the hour drive home arguing and giving each other the silent treatment. The date had ended abruptly due to the fact that some jackass thought it would be funny to scare the hell out of them and get it on tape so he could sell the footage to the highest bidder. The guy had scared Nicole so badly that he caused her to trip and roll her ankle. To make a terrible situation even worse the man didn’t even apologize or ask if she was okay. He just laughed and continued to capture the embarrassing moment. This in turn pissed Odell off. He snatched the phone away from him and handed it to the bodyguard to delete the footage while he beat the dude’s ass. It took forever for their bodyguard to finally pull Odell off of the Jerk.

Instead of those running the establishment being sympathetic to the couple’s situation they kicked everyone involved out. As the couple pulled into the driveway Nicole attempted to get out of the car on her own. She failed miserably and was about to ask the bodyguard to help her into the house when she was cut off by Odell.

“Why don’t you let your husband help you for once,” he snapped.

“What is your problem? How is it that you’re mad at me,” she asked in a smart ass tone.

“Just come on,” he replied while scooping her out of the car.

Odell carried her inside the house and sat her down gently on the couch. He removed her shoes and propped her swollen ankle on top of some throw pillows.

“I’m going to fix you some ice for your ankle. Or do you want someone else to do that as well,” he griped.

“Why are you so angry at me for letting the bodyguard carry me,” she asked, throwing her hands up in a defeated manner.

“That shit was embarrassing. You got people out here thinking I can’t take care of my wife,” he replied.

There it was. Odell had an attitude because the damn bodyguard carried me to the car. He didn’t get to be the big hero and save the day.

“I asked Jay to carry me because I’m already self conscious about my weight. That’s one of the main reasons I didn’t want to go in the first place. I knew I’d fall or do something embarrassing. Haunted Houses are not for me. I take up more space than others,” she explained with sadness in her voice.

“People already have opinions about our relationship. Do you know how many people, both male and female, I've overheard talking about us? They think it’s a shame that you’re married to a plus sized woman. Why let you carry me out of there and give them more to talk about,” Nicole questioned.

“Please excuse my language and with all due respect, fuck what anybody else talking about. How many times do we need to have this discussion Nicki? Babygirl, I love you just the way you are. No matter what size you are. No matter what size you’ll ever be. I’ma love you regardless baby. It’s not just your physical that makes me love you. It’s everything about you. Been about ya, still about ya, always gonna be about ya love,” he said grabbing Nicole’s face and giving her a passionate kiss.

After a few moments he pulled back from the kiss. “How much pain are you in,” Odell asked in a seductive tone while licking his lips.

“It’s pretty painful but you said all those beautiful things and kissed me like that. Now you got a bish panties wet. Fuck it, I’ma take any pain coming my way like a G. I just hope some of that pain is the good type of pain,” she replied biting her lip.

In a matter of moments she was picked up from the couch and gently tossed on their bed. Odell was eager to show Nicole just how much he loved every single curve she had.

He slowly undressed Nicole and laid her down. He removed his clothing and laid between her thighs. Odell kissed from her lips down to her neck and began leaving love bites all over her breast. He took one of her nipples into his mouth as he snaked his hands between her thighs and began to rub her most sensitive spot. Nicole threw her head back into the pillows and let out a slight moan.

“Odell...baby,” she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her.

He released her nipple when he noticed she had closed her eyes.

“I want to see those pretty brown eyes. Look at me baby,” he demanded.

Nicole’s eyes fluttered open and she bit her lip as she made eye contact with him. Odell grinned and kept his eyes trained on her as he slid down between her legs. His eyes were now burning with desire. He planted kisses all over the insides of her thighs as she grew impatient.

“Baby don’t play games please,” she begged.

He quickly went to work on her taking her ball of nerves into his mouth. He sucked and licked it as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

“You taste so good baby. I love every part of you. These thick ass thighs drive me crazy,” he said as he gave them a squeeze and sank his face deeper while locking her into place.

“Shit! Odell baby,” she moaned loudly.

“Don’t let go baby not yet,” he said as he pulled his mouth away from her.

Before she could get mad he made his way back up to her and gave her another passionate kiss as he slammed into her. Nicole screamed into the kiss as he gave her a few moments to adjust to his size. She began to move her hips to signal that she was ready. Wrapping her legs firmly around his waist Odell began to pound into her.

“You feel that? Huh baby? Who wouldn’t love your beautiful ass,” he grunted as he went deeper.

“Plus size or not I’ma always be able to handle you my baby. This my shit. No one else’s. Mine! Let me show just how good I can handle you baby,” he moaned out as he pulled out of her and grabbed her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Odell stood and draped her legs over his shoulders sliding back into her. All Nicole could manage to vocalize was a whimper. They were both close to climax as she cried out, “Shit! Baby I-I’m about to-I can’t take much more!”

His thrusts became more erratic and sloppy. “I know baby me too. Shit! Let it go baby,” Odell replied as he reached down and rubbed her pearl to get her there faster. Moments later they both climaxed together.

Odell removed her shaking legs from his shoulders and gently slid her back up to the pillows so she could come down from her orgasm. He collapsed beside her and pulled her over to him so she could lay on his chest. He tilted her chin up and gave her a few pecks. Looking into her eyes he smiled and licked his lips.

“Please don’t ever doubt my love for you. Trust me when I tell you I got you. If I wanna carry ya ass all over a damn grocery store or shopping mall for no reason at all I’m going to do it. I need there to be no questions asked. Understood Mrs. Beckham,” he demanded while slapping her ass.

“Ouch babe! Okay, Mr. Beckham. I love you,” she replied and gave him another kiss.

“I love your stubborn ass too,” he retorted. After a quick nap they went a few more rounds and iced her ankle again before knocking out for the night.

Hope y’all enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading. Be sure to leave feedback. Comments and re-blogs would are greatly appreciated ♥️.

[rcclouder]

i miss them