#This issue was so inadvertently funny to me though

[paleghostinthecorner02]

I think in 2099 karma is real because Miguel and Dana's affair started on a night when they were supposed to meet up with Gabriel but he had to cancel due to having work and then Miguel got put in a position where he doesn't have time for Dana because of his Spider-Man work.

Like damn, Miguel really saw that Dana was sad about Gabriel bailing on them and really went "Oh, I would never do that to you! How about you comfort yourself with my Emotional Support Penis?"

As an aside yes, I did notice it.

Excuse me? What exactly were their plans? Because it looks to me like they were going to treat Dana to a round of Smash Brothers.

[curseanon]

The Issue with Eden Polycule

So I wanted to articulate my thoughts on a relationship that ive seen in fandom spaces and lots of fan art or fanfiction. I don’t have any opinions or problems with Adam/Eve/Lucifer/Lilith, but I feel like there are some implications and tropes that we should be more careful about when it comes to Eve/Lucifer/Lilith or even just Eve/Lucifer. Before getting into it though, just a disclaimer: this post is not about polycules in general. It’s not my cup of tea personally, but ship whatever you please! This post is just me rambling about my own thoughts. Feel free to have your own interpretations. ALSO! None of this justifies Adam’s behavior. He is responsible for his decisions, including his cruelty towards people, language, and his decision to essentially wage mass genocide each year. And this post isn’t to say that this relationship drama is the sole reason why he ended up doing exterminations.

1. I don’t really like portrayals that have Lucifer/Lilith (L/L) sleeping with Eve and having her cheat on Adam, especially when it takes place in Eden. I’m afraid Vivzie might have this narrative take place in HH, but doing so does a real disservice to Eve’s (and Lucifer’s if he acted alone) character by having her be willing to cheat, and also does a disservice to Adam by having him be cheated on for reasons that are probably not entirely his fault. Not to mention a lot of media where this happens often has the tone of just “haha let’s cuck Adam twice,” which comes off to me as petty and unfair. Not only is it not a funny joke, but it essentially reinforces and justifies Adam’s misogynistic tendencies later. Especially the ideas that women are promiscuous, always willing to cheat and be unfaithful. The narrative would do nothing to disprove this if BOTH of Adam’s wives did in fact cheat on him.

2. Another thing about Eden. Lilith was Adam’s first wife, literally created for the purpose of being his partner. This is also pre-Apple, meaning that Adam has no concept of right vs wrong. The way he acts, if he truly was controlling and mean and the story book wasn’t exaggerating (which I doubt), is entirely the programming of the angels and the way they tolerate or enable his behavior. Assuming we went with the theory that Adam never ate the apple, it’s the same situation with Eve if she left him and/or cheated with L/L. The way I see it, Lilith’s cheating on Adam is not justified, even if she disagreed with Adam on certain things.

3. I also want to note that cheating on one’s partner is not a justifiable punishment for Adam’s behavior. Whether pre or post apple (now assuming he did eat it), I see it as fighting fire with fire, and all it usually does is create even more hostility and problems than if the person just clearly broke off the relationship first. L/L/E runs the risk of inadvertently encouraging unfaithfulness in relationships and marriages as solutions to a problem, but this is rarely the case. As stated earlier, it only makes Adam justified in acting the way he does. And with that justification, is he really in the wrong for how he treats women? What reason does he have to change his behavior if he is right about them? I could probably accept both wives leaving him if the purpose is to justify Adam’s behavior and not just mock him, to show how morality is not just black and white and the villains sometimes have justifiable reasons for thinking the way they do. But it still seems very shallow on Lilith and Eve’s parts.

4. This part is just my opinion on L/L/E, but I don’t find the idea of Eve getting with the people who caused her to lose Eden very convincing. L/L are the reasons her and Adam were cast out of the garden and made to live for centuries laboring to survive, farming cursed ground and painfully delivering several children. Not to mention the bringing of sin and death into the world, losing Abel at the hands of his brother and Cain being cast away to wander the Earth. All the suffering she faced in life and the suffering of all of her descendants, all of humanity. Her sleeping with Lucifer makes no sense to me unless he seduced her (when she was more naive, maybe even pre-apple) intentionally, either for the purpose of hurting Adam or if he did just love her also, which makes him complicit in ruining someone’s marriage. None of this fits with Lucifer’s character, a malewife who adores his Tall Queen and comes off to me as being very loyal. The idea of open marriage is better, but Adam does not seem like the type of guy who likes to share anything, and his marriage is very clearly between Adam and Eve. That controlling personality indicated by the story book leads me to see him as likely having some jealousy and possessiveness (though not in extreme ways).

5. The only other option is Lucifer sleeping with Eve after her death and if she goes to hell, since we know Adam and Eve lived a thousand years married together on Earth, starting humanity. But I don’t see any reason for this. We need much much more information about Adam and Eve’s relationship and all four of their relationships’ to each other in general first before we can talk more about this. But until then, I don’t see any reason to break up Adam and Eve unless there’s some importance to it in the narrative. For me, I see Adam’s womanizing in heaven as a sign that Eve is probably not in heaven. And thinking that he’ll never see her again because “Hell is forever,” he eventually becomes bitter and jaded over thousands of years and decides that his relationship with Eve must be over then. Possibly the same case with Eve in hell, somehow leading up to sleeping with Lucifer. But considering she’s no where to be found with L/L and Lucifer only references her once, there seems to be zero indication of anything between them.

6. To briefly touch on the idea that once in heaven, Eve eventually left Adam because of his horrible personality and womanizing. This is still possible, but it seems like WAY too big of a personality shift to go from married and raising a family for a thousand years to suddenly being a massive asshole and a philanderer. Something must have happened that magnified all the worst aspects of his personality. There’s no way he is the same today as he was in Eden or on Earth. If he is, that’s just shitty lazy writing on Vivzie’s part and Adam is nothing but a one dimensional villain with no depth at all. Massive waste of a character with huge potential.

Tl;dr This post is already too long so I’ll just summarize everything. Although I agree that Adam is definitely an arrogant and annoying villain, Lilith and Eve cheating on adam is unjustified imo, there is no reason for Eve to cheat on Adam or leave him at all from what we can tell now, and her having any relationship with Lucifer also makes no sense considering what his choices turned her life into. But let me know your thoughts on all this, if there’s some point you want to make or a disagreement on something else!

[mundanemodulus]

in the spirit of living like jordaiden has a thriving 2010s tumblr era following, I felt compelled to fill out a ship meme for them...

cleaner crop, more insights, and a blank template under the cut xoxo

Age/Height

JORDI'S AGE/HEIGHT NEVER GET REVEALED!!!! I just made it up based on what my heart wanted, and my heart wants Jordi to both be slightly taller and a little older than Aiden bc it makes for a cuter dynamic. Annoying old man bothers similarly old, but slightly younger, man.

How it Happens

I don't think either of them fully intend for it to happen, nor does it happen particularly quickly because, in Scotty's words:

“What is it about your generation? Why can’t you just talk to one another?”

Jordi inadvertently trips face first into having Genuine Feelings for Aiden because for some inexplicable reason, he cannot stay away from Aiden for long. He makes excuses for himself all the time but we all know what he is (🌈🌈).

Aiden is slightly different in that he doesn't actively try to create opportunities to see Jordi... it just so... happens to work out... their schedules align and Jordi crashes into his life... or something goes sideways and he needs Jordi's help... and then post Legion DLC he gets his fanfic-esque "Oh" moment.

Handling Conflict

RESIDENT SHIT STIRRER JORDI REPORTING IN. HE LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL AIDEN LMFAO. He moved on real quick from the attempt too LOL, bro doesn't take anything That Seriously. He's not always difficult for difficult's sake though—Jordi and Aiden have frequent ideological disagreements but I imagine that time tempers them both... and in the end, Jordi goes where Aiden does...

And we know how Aiden feels about disagreements. He still hangs on to Lena's death and pursues revenge rather doggedly... also, I think it's really funny if he just keeps bringing up the fact that Jordi tried to kill him Once. Aiden isn't completely conflict averse though and we see him butt heads quite a few times in the Stars and Stripes novel.

Relationship Attitude

ok. so Jordi has a reputation of being a hotshot playboy that never commits to anything and strings all his lovers along bc commitment isn't really his style. UNTIL AIDEN.

Jordi forgets all about his flings and somehow falls FACE FIRST into monogamy bc all he thinks of anymore is Aiden and the only person he booty calls is Aiden. So yes, he is Very Committed to Aiden EVEN IF HE TELLS HIMSELF HE ISN'T.

Aiden is... Aiden. He's never letting Jordi go.

Attachment

this one is funny to me bc I KNOW Jordi doesn't think himself as being protective of Aiden AND YET HE COMES RUNNING BACK TO SAVE AIDEN AT THE VERY END OF THE BOOK, AND THREATENS WRENCH DURING LEGION WHEN HE THINKS HE'S HOLDING AIDEN HOSTAGE.

Aiden is once again Aiden. I don't think Jordi can top that. We saw the lengths he went to protect Nicky and avenge Lena.

First to apologize after a fight

Jordi's pride is riding on the line at all times and he doesn't think he's wrong most of the time LMFAOOOO so Aiden usually ends up apologizing first... <3

The best caregiver when the other is sick

Jordi simultaneously has horrific and amazing bedside manners. Aiden is pretty consistently pleasant though... and it comes from caring for Nicky when she was sick, and then later Jackson and Lena when they got sick...

Designated driver

they both fight over this one tbh LMFAOOO Jordi does most of the driving in the novel but I just knooooooow Aiden hates being a passenger princess if he can help it... same thing for Jordi... both just feel more at Control when they're the one behind the wheel

(drunk or otherwise)

Sensitive to changes in their partner

The entire novel is a WEALTH of tidbits where Jordi and Aiden just Wordlessly Understand each other. They know what the other is thinking, how they operate, what they want, and so so much more GOD I CANNOT GET OVER IT THEY'RE OPEN BOOKS TO EACH OTHER

The one who proposes

Jordi "I have nightmarish commitment issues the likes of no one you've ever known before" Chin struggles to say "I love you" let alone "Will you marry me?" so the responsibility falls on Aiden both times HAHAHAH the proposal happens post legion, btw <3

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[keepsmagnetoaway]

Amazing Spider-Man 203 (April 1980)

Marv Wolfman/Keith Pollard

If I'm reading my queue right, this post will publish almost a year after this whole project started, which feels like a good moment to get back into the swing of things with the main chronological X-Men storyline. Our long, mostly miserable slog through the prehistory of the X-Men is over, and we are finally back in the regular publication timeline, fresh off Days of Future Past, the arrival of Kitty Pryde and the transformation of the X-Men's status quo, preparing to read the comics of the early 80s, widely considered the defining era for the team, as they branched out into complex, far-reaching storylines, launched new ongoing books, and deepened characters and relationships. First, though, we're going to read a shit-ton of Dazzler comics.

How does she get involved in stuff like this? As we discussed when she was first introduced, incongruously, during the Dark Phoenix Saga, Dazzler was a strange piece of editorial fiat who Marvel were desperately trying to make happen in 1980 (some time after disco had died), and as a consequence she was showing up everywhere for a while. Which is why we are "returning" to the X-Men timeline by reading a Spider-Man comic.

The plot of this issue is not important - it involves Dazzler and Spidey battling a D-list Spidey villain - but Dazzler's appearance here is another example of the big push she was getting: here she is, appearing alongside Marvel's biggest hero, immediately before the launch of her own ongoing series (which is what we're reading next), being laboriously explained to readers.

I've talked at length about Dazzler alredy and and we'll talk more about her soon - oh boy, will we talk more about her soon - but really what struck me about this issue was how bad it is in general. Look at this art! Is this what Spider-Man comics were like at this time? Imagine picking up a John Byrne X-Men issue and this in the same week!

It's horrible to the point of being inadvertently extremely funny. What exactly is going on here, and should it be being shown in a comic aimed at children, hmm?

Keith Pollard drew this title for like twenty issues in a row, which is a pretty long run, and honestly yikes. Also - and this really is just a lead-in to the stuff we're going to talk about when we read her own title - but the sexual harrassment stuff here is just relentless. Here's how the issue ends!

That loveable old Peter Parker! So anyway, yeah, welcome back to my blog, 'All Dazzler, All The Time'. Next up, we read her solo title. Maybe someday we'll go back to the actual X-Men.

[affluent-havoc]

✨Weird thought but the trio in M3n0p@us3✨

Basically, I've been fascinated by the idea of the three later in life, how they change, improve, get better, get worse. Can be mentally, emotionally, physical, you name it! But like, there are so many interpretations for them all that I just wonder. It's also cus I'm slowly starting to understand this topic too, though there's still so much to be learned about it as well. Also, I feel I'm intrigued headcanon wise. Like, what would be different if they all were cis vs if some of them weren't or all of them? What kind of symptoms might they get? How would they all handle them differently? What genetics do they have in their family that might affect them? Also, how would perimenopause and postmenopausal affect them and would this all make Byakuya even pissy-er? Stuff like that!

Yes, this is such a weird thing to think of but screw it! I am lowkey curious what thoughts others may have about this concept!

Some thoughts I have for this concept are the following in regard on how I feel they'd all handle any potential symptom of menopause (though there are tons of symptoms so I won't name them all cus this would be way too long. am mostly just listing 4 symptoms honestly)

Makoto: Feel that Makoto's symptoms might be slightly impacted with his weird luck. Like the most annoying ones are manageable for him but the simple ones are the ones that cause him the most headache. Not really sure which would be which but I at least feel that sleep problems are something he'd be able to somewhat manage. Perhaps brain fog would get him the least amount as he probably was already a bit forgetful now and again before all of this so it's something he's dealt with. Mood changes would kinda suck as well but I feel he could take it. Like, being around Kyoko has helped him be calmer in certain situations so he's less likely to have it get to him as much as it could.

Byakuya: Complains with the hot flashes but can power through. Feel the brain fog would frustrate him a lot due to having a sharp mind. He'd be sure to take lots of notes though, even if he feels frustrated by this and a bit humiliated that his vocabulary has corroded a bit. He makes up with it though by continuing to read, even if it may take him longer to finish books due to life stuff, work, or from the brain fog. As for sleep problems, I feel he's equipped to handle this. Like, he's the type to read a book until he falls asleep and would have a book in hand for any sleep issues. For mood changes though, I can see him having way too much rage or that he's mellowed out enough that he's able to handle it and accept his more emotional moments.

Kyoko: With hot flashes, she would handle them the best out of the three, having a higher tolerance but that having brain fog would get to her a bit due to her needing to remember a lot of stuff as a detective. She'd be able to adapt like Byakuya though by taking totes, something I feel she already did prior. Like Byakuya though, the brain fog making her forget certain words would be a bit of a headache, especially if she was trying to dunk of Byakuya only for her own brain to betray her and inadvertently make Byakuya win whatever petty discussion they were having. For sleep problems, I feel she'd already be kinda used to it so it'd be no big deal though the mood changes would get to her a bit too. Not as much as if she had the mentality of her younger self as I feel Kyoko would be a lot more in tuned with her emotions though still her levelheaded self. Also, like Byakuya, a part of my brain can also see her being a bit more prone to rage, only because a very pissed off Kyoko in her 50s kicking the shit out of people is funny to me.

All this sorta excludes certain nuances of course as, stated above, I don't wanna ramble TOO hard here. Running out of word space haha! Thank you for reading my weird ramble though and I am very curious on what the populous thinks!

[posebean]

Summer Rain: Epilogue

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Spring

Characters: Kohaku, Himeru, Niki, Rinne

Kohaku: I hope we never have to see those two together again. They’re going to make me sick with how sappy they are.

The next day, Cafe Cinnamon

Kohaku: Anzu-han, over here. We have a spot for you.

Kohaku: You’re fine with standing? It’s fine, Niki-han and Rinne-han won’t be joining us so we have empty space at our table.

Kohaku: Where’s Niki-han and Rinne-han? Well- Himeru: It’s a long story, Anzu-san. It’ll be better if you hear the whole thing.

Himeru: First, Himeru is sure you’ve heard the news? The filming went off without any more issues.

Himeru: Himeru doesn’t know what you did to get Shiina to open his eyes, but Director-san and the crew extend their thanks.

Himeru: The Legendary Producer sure lives up to her, name, hmm~

Kohaku: Anzu-han, I’m sure you’ve heard a bit, but do you know the exact plot of the movie we were filming?

Kohaku: A cheesy summer romance film? Yeah, but do you know the exact plot, or did Director-san not tell you? Kohaku: Ah, so you don’t know besides that. Well…

Kohaku: It’s about two strangers that meet during the rainy season. One of them is cynical and thinks there’s nothing worth loving, about others and especially about themselves.

Kohaku: The other is a free spirit and doesn’t care about anything, only that life is short and they should live the most of it.

Kohaku: They by chance end up taking shelter under the same bus stop, and the free-spirited one is intrigued by the cynical one.

Kohaku: That character keeps returning to that bus stop in hope to see the other, which they succeed in.

Kohaku: The cynical one remains wary for a while, but they do become somewhat friends. They keep pushing the free-spirited one away though, not letting them get close.

Kohaku: Not thinking that they’re worth loving.

Himeru: (nods) It’s a whole film’s worth of a game of cat and mouse, that free-spirited one always trying to catch the other, who only keeps running away through the rain.

Himeru: Eventually, the cynical one does open up and realizes that love isn’t bad. That they’ve fallen for the free-spirited one. 

Himeru: In panic, they do the only thing they know how to do: They keep running.

Himeru: It leads up to that cynical one trying to take initiative, but then immediately attempting to flee, only to finally be caught.

Himeru: Isn’t it a little funny? How much these two characters remind us of Shiina and Amagi? Kohaku: Kohkohkoh, you’re saying it’s like these parts were made for them?

Kohaku: Ya know, that might be true. That director did really want Rinne-han to star, after all.

Kohaku: And that they listened to all of Rinne-han’s conditions…they must’ve really seen the bond between those two from the start~

Kohaku: I’m sure that this movie has turned out to become something better than what they originally planned, Rinne-han inadvertently helping people as he always does~

Kohaku: What’s that? Oh yeah, we haven’t answered your question.

Kohaku: Well…after filming that final scene, which I’m pretty sure you heard about seeing as you’re smiling…

Himeru: Neither the staff nor Shiina and Amagi moved for…a good while.

Kohaku: Yep, and well…Rinne-han and Niki-han just stood there in the fake rain kissing (he makes a gagging face)

Himeru: Himeru recalls that Oukawa dragged him away from that scene in disgust, despite the fact that we were supposed to turn the rain off.

Kohaku: Himeru-han don’t act like you didn’t come willingly. Anyways, they’re probably holed up in Niki-han’s old apartment, burning up with fevers.

Kohaku: I hope we never have to see those two together again. They’re going to make me sick with how sappy they are.

Himeru: Anzu-san finds that a little mean? Himeru disagrees, Shiina and Amagi deserved it completely.

Himeru: At least they’re actually sick and not lovesick anymore. 

Himeru: Anzu-san would agree if she had to witness it all.

Meanwhile at the same time, Shiina apartment

Niki: (Sneezes loudly)

Niki: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Rinne: Shut up Niki~kyun~ I’m makin’ us some soup

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Niki: (Rinne-kun’s fault! It’s all Rinne-kun’s fault that I’m here stuck in bed sneezing all over the place!)

Niki: (We- We kissed for so long in that damn fake rain that we both got sick! Actually sick!!!)

Niki: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Rinne: Niki~ Soup’s ready~ Niki: Ew no. Gross, you probably coughed in it or something. Get that away from me-

Rinne: Eat your damn soup or I’ll feed it to you myself.

Niki: No, knowing you there’s a huge chance you over seasoned it and-

Rinne: ♪ (shoves a spoonful of soup into his mouth)

Niki: (Oh it’s good soup…)

Niki: Have I told you how much I love you yet?

Rinne: Nope~ ♡ You should tell your Rinne-kun as much as you want to~ Just so he knows exactly how much that is!

Rinne: The more the better!

Niki:♡ (Ignores him to finish the soup)

Rinne: You- (grabs the bowl of soup and holds it high in the air)

Niki: My soup! Give it back!

Rinne: Listen to people when they’re talking to you, bastard.

Niki: Okay, I love you sooooooo much. Can I have my soup back now?

Niki: MPHGHG- Not like that! Why can’t you just hand me back my bowl instead of kissing me!? We’re literally both sick!

Rinne: ♪ It’s as much my soup as it is Niki~Kyun’s. This way both of us can have it.

Niki: Intolerable! Inconceivable! The absolute worst!

Rinne: Yeah ~ yeah. You don’t mean any of that, cos you love me.

Niki: …(Pouts with his arms crossed, unable to deny.)

Rinne: I’ve been meaning to ask though, why the sudden change of heart? Not that I’m not happy, because my Niki~kyun finally accepts my love ♡

Rinne: What did Anzu Nee-san say to you~

Niki:...

Rinne:...

Rinne: (hands the bowl of soup back)

Niki: (Gets back to eating soup) ♪

Niki: Not much~ Just that Rinne-kun is useless without me and also she let me listen to…the song.

Niki: A rehash of our song. Our debut song. And then I figured things out myself.

Rinne: Niki’s finally seeing how much I love him~

Niki: Stop looking at me with that sappy look you’re going to make me sicker than I already am!

Rinne: (Gets close and nuzzles him) But we’re already both sick~ Let’s get sicker together~

Niki: Hgghhh.

Rinne: It serves to show Niki how far we’ve gone. That from that very song, we’ve gone from just us and a crowd of children, just me and an empty hall…

Rinne: We’ve gone from both of those to being in a film. Being on stage with Merumeru and Kohaku-chan. Shining like stars that we only dreamed we could be.

Rinne: But even after all that, we’re still us. We’re still the same duo, despite how much has changed~

Rinne: And of course, my love for Niki is also constant in that~

Rinne: Now shut up and let’s cuddle, Niki~kyun. We’ll get through these fevers together and be back to enact our revenge on the two that betrayed us and left the rain on~

Niki: (Rinne-kun’s being so earnest I could melt under his gaze…)

Niki: (He’s right though…We’ve really come so far.)

Niki: (And I do love him, I guess.)

Niki: (I’m sorry Rinne-kun, for making you wait all these years. I’m sorry for making you chase me in the rain.) [Back] [Masterlist]

WOOO ITS DONE. THANK U ALL FOR BEING HERE for me and sana's insanity <3 hope u liked it. happy pride month! rinky 4ever

-beanosei (cuz kinosei WISHES he was me)

p.s. lil bonus if you finished everything!! here

[everywishway]

My Opinions on the Percy Jackson Show

Short answer: I like it, but I have issues with it to which i am mostly blaming Disney. I grew up with this series for a decade, it was my first fandom and I love the books so much so don't kill me pls. Overall, i prefer the musical to this (maybe im just a tech theatre nerd). I hope the show gets better as it continues. If you want the nitty-gritty of my opinions (why really) continue reading

Ok, issue number one is the pacing. Like, Holy Fucking Gods this was going a mile a minute. Even the movie had better pacing and these first two episodes are the same length as half of the Lightning Thief movie. Why is it running so fast like, baby, slow down, you can let us ruminate and have fun here.

Also, stemming from this is the lack of humor and wit compared to the book? Like, Percy is naturally charismatic, funny, and witty and so is Walker?! Like, he was in The Adam Project with Ryan Renolds and he managed to keep up and sometimes outwit him. like, watch interviews of this kid, he's so fucking funny. there were a few moments "my dad is jesus" and "should i try again" being the ones to stand out but those are few and far between and not even as funny as book percy???

I feel like this was Disney not giving Rick enough time and episodes (I think this season should've been 10 eps if not 12) then Rick going "I'm refusing to let certain things go" which inadvertently made the first two episodes feel dull to me?

If I had my say, the whole first chapter was an episode ending with Percy getting expelled, then episode two was him going home and seeing his mother and the minotaur, then episode 3 at camp with Clarise and maybe capture the flag starting. Episode 4 would be capture the flag, then percy gets claimed, then he gets assigned to go on the quest. Each episode would be a part of the quest (bus and Medusa #5, ST Louis Arch #6 (you could cut this episode), Ares #7, Lotus Hotel #8, Underworld #9&10, Ares VS Percy #11 and Luke's betrayal #12)

Finally, all of the kids don't feel like kids. Like, in The Lightning Thief Percy and Annabeth were bickering the whole time over stupid, petty things and I loved that, where is that here? That's so important for the series, why do they feel so bland?! They are talented actors, what is going on

What do I like though?

Sally Jackson, objectively. She was perfectly casted and she has so much love in her heart for her son, she is my queen, I love her so much

Camp is so pretty! Especially the Hermes cabin, which felt so comfy and warm, I love it. exactly what 12-year-old Blue daydreamed about.

PERCY OFFERING THE BLUE JELLY BEANS TO HIS MOM <3

there is other stuff too but I just wanted to get my opinions off my chest to stop myself from boiling over. Can't wait to see if the series improves from here (but im somehow certain the musical is gonna be better tho imo)

[kosmikowboj]

oh my god I did it

meant to post this last night but it was Late by the time I finished editing, so I just went straight off to bed; here it is, in all its glory—my fic for @merlin-fic-server’s tournament of champions! basic premise is you have to write a 10k fic in 24 hours, and somehow I ended up with 13k. something about the indomitable human spirit, something something. HUGE shoutout to my group, group 4, because those 13k would definitely not exist without their encouragement <3

my prompts:

setting - western au genre - hurt/comfort trope - marriage prompt - talking and communication issues

there’s some “Old West”-typical gun violence and drinking, the specifics of which are posted in the end notes on ao3. but, by and large, it’s a dumb, fun fic about our two favorite idiots falling in love that let me play into my affinity for horses and the kitschy, overly-romanticized western aesthetic, lol. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

tennessee whiskey

[read on ao3; word count: 13.4k]

Goldbluff had to be, by far, one of the busiest towns Merlin had ever traveled to. 

There were just as many people on foot as there were on horseback, with seemingly no order as to who was going where. People clumped in the street and outside of storefronts, haggling for lower prices on tack while their kids played catch perilously close to the horses and buggies. In any given patch of shade there were a half a dozen people playing some kind of card game, and someone was chasing a dog up one of the walkways. Merlin ultimately had to dismount just to avoid inadvertently trampling somebody. 

His horse Aithusa didn’t seem to mind the commotion, too busy nosing at strangers’ pockets in an attempt to find a snack. Merlin, though, couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed; his bounty-hunting work typically took him to the outskirts of any given place, and he generally liked to keep to himself otherwise. This was definitely a change of pace.

It certainly didn’t help in finding an inn, that was for damn sure. By the time Merlin found a place not already chock-full of people the sun was hanging low in the sky, blanketing the town with warm rays made hazy by the dust. The sign outside proclaimed the place as “Golden Horizons Inn”, which Merlin might have found a little funny if he wasn’t bone-tired and sweatier than a city-slicker. As he might have expected, the bustling scene from earlier was largely due to cityfolk who had come to town hoping to find the gold for which it was named. That, Merlin had no interest in—he was here for a much different purpose. 

But first, he needed a drink. 

The Rising Sun was the closest saloon to Golden Horizons, and he tied Aithusa up outside with dinner and a promise that he’d be quick. Hanging out in bars wasn’t really his standard fare, but it was a good way to get the lay of the land, so to speak. Plus, he was exhausted, having been traveling for days on end between towns with a drying waterskin—and that was before he had had to fight the crowds to find a place to sleep for the night. There was nothing wrong with a little pick-me-up after all that. 

Tacked up just outside the bar was a wanted poster, yellowed with age and torn at the corners. It boasted a handsome five-hundred-dollar reward for the capture of the infamous bandit Emrys, though the attached image was an insultingly poor recreation of said “ne'er-do-well”. Merlin scoffed, pondering it for a moment, and then went inside.

“You’re not from around here,” the barkeep said as Merlin took his seat. He was handsome in a roguish sort of way, with scruffy facial hair and dark brown half-curls that fell to his shoulders. It was the kind of face that made Merlin smile a little involuntarily, and he leaned into it.

“What gave it away?”

“You look like someone I would have made a point to know if you were,” the barkeep replied, winking. 

“Flatterer.” 

“That’s what my husband says.” The barkeep sighed dramatically before holding out his hand. “Name’s Gwaine.” 

“Merlin.” 

Gwaine’s eyes went wide with surprise as they shook hands. “The bounty hunter!”

Merlin sighed, propping his elbows up on the bar. “For better or for worse.”

“What brings you here? What juicy gossip have I missed?”

“None, I’m afraid,” Merlin replied. “Just looking for work.” Which was not, to his credit, a total lie. 

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have better luck of it than all these people diggin’ for gold. Don’t get me wrong—I love when all these idiots come to town. Business is booming. Obviously. But, little town secret for you: pretty sure they’re gonna be shit outta luck.” 

Merlin chuckled.  

“Well, anyway. What can I do you for? It’ll be on the house, whatever it is.” 

“That’s not necessary.” 

“You’re the prettiest boy to walk in here since my husband. And you can hold a conversation. It’s on the house.” 

Merlin wasn’t one to refuse free food and drink a second time. “You make Mule Skinners?” 

Gwaine made a small, unexpected sound, grinning. “You keep surprising me, Merlin. Figured a man like you would shoot his whiskey straight.” 

“I’m not a masochist.” 

Gwaine laughed. “You’re better than the legends say. How do you feel about fish?” 

“For free? Great.” 

“Perfect.” 

While Gwaine set to prepping his drink, Merlin took the opportunity to properly take in the saloon around him. There weren’t many people sitting at the bar with him; most of the patrons were scattered among the tables, chatting and laughing with a rowdy sort of loudness that always made Merlin annoyed. The decor consisted largely of mounted deer heads and kitschy posters about cowboys and finding gold—Gwaine was a master in marketing, he could give him that—along with a couple of plants behind the bar. That latter part was surprising, especially considering that they actually seemed to be alive and well. Merlin made a note to ask him about them when he got back. 

Before Gwaine could return, though, Merlin caught sight of a couple of men crowded around a table nestled in one of the saloon’s corners. They were being particularly loud, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but upon closer inspection he saw that they were all crowded around someone sitting at the table. He frowned, getting up from his seat. 

As he neared the small crowd, his suspicions were confirmed, now able to make out what they were actually saying over the general din of the saloon. “Come on, now,” one of the men goaded, a big burly blond bloke with a cruel smile set in his face. He shoved the sitting man’s shoulder with an unkind force. “Do you really think you’re going to make anything of yourself out here?”

“Alright, come off it,” Merlin said loudly. The blond man turned to look at him, raising an amused eyebrow. He was dressed in a red button-down with white threading, tucked loosely into a pair of too-clean pants that were held up by a garish belt buckle. He also had on a nice leather vest, and a cowboy hat that clearly hadn’t seen a whole lot of actual work. It all pointed towards him being another idiot from the city who had come out to Goldbluff looking for gold and a quick buck. 

“What’s that now?” the man asked, clearly expecting Merlin to back off.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was speaking to a simpleton. Let me rephrase.” Merlin stepped between the group and the table. “Leave him alone. He’s just having dinner.” 

The man barked out a shocked laugh. “And just who do you think you are?”

“A halfway-decent person. You oughta try it.” 

The man was twirling a pistol around in his hand, over and over like an anxious habit. Merlin figured it was supposed to look threatening, but he couldn’t be less bothered. 

“You have some nerve coming into my town and telling me how to act,” the man seethed. 

“Your town?” Merlin laughed, resting his hands on his hips. “Who the hell are you? The president?” 

“Arthur,” the man replied hotly. “The sheriff’s son.”

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[quietwingsinthesky]

just got to up 13's seasons on my rewatch (up to Rosa which. y'know.) and honestly I didn't have a favourite one of them the first time I watched but atm it's probably Ryan. I also have a lot of trouble riding a bike due to mild dyspraxia so the first time I watched her seasons it was so nice to see someone who had the same issues as me for once. He has some great funny moments even just in the first two episodes and the way they wrote him interacting with graham was a nice refresh from the "character hates other character no matter what they do" trope I see a lot, ESPECIALLY with stepfathers. Yeah he has problems with graham but it's nice to see it develop and not have Ryan be aggressive to him 24/7 from the start, they actually have them bond and be nice to each other even in early days. I think the main problem they had when it came to companions writing (ignoring all the behind the scenes problems) was I think they got a bit overwhelmed with 4 very different characters and with 4 in the TARDIS, could really only focus on 2/3 at a time, especially since you mentioned Yaz Finally being weird about the doctor in late s12. Idk where I was going with this I just wanted to ramble lol

yes, yes, exactly!!! that’s a lot of what i love about ryan too. he was my favorite from the start, and i wanted so so badly to get to see him and the doctor bond and have the sort of complicated relationship you’d imagine would form when she’s both the person who inadvertently killed his grandma but tried so hard to save them all, who is giving them the keys to the universe. and :/ idk. to me, they dropped the ball on that and it’s really a shame. idk what was happening bts exactly though i imagine there’s a Lot about it given what i have heard (mostly about the episodes being a mess because of writing problems and about crucial stuff about the characters not being established very well?)

yeah, i’m still very much in the camp of thinking that s11 could have benefitted a lot from yaz not being a constant companion yet and maybe only hopping on for one or two trips, so the focus could be on graham and ryan’s relationship and their thing with the doctor. and then letting her in during s12 to ease the transition from ryan & graham to ryan & graham & yaz to the doctor & yaz (which i think is what ends up happening? there’s like another guy too in s13 but idk him yet.) but yeah, yaz doesn’t get much to do for a lot of s11, not much connection to the overall emotional throughline about grief, but she gets better in s12 and having her be Fucking Weird Now about the doctor is always a plus. i love when companions gets obsessive and freaky about the doctor. this tardis needs codependency bites to live.

[itsshellybitch]

New oneshot! Spoilers for the new special under the cut

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I have long headcanoned that Shelly has had body image issues. Another headcanon of mine is that after the Lorde incident, her girl friends distanced themselves and Kevin remained her only friend. Last night's special officially contradicts those (though I still think that she has body image issues to an extent), so here's my attempt to bridge those two headcanons with canon.

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Shelly was still getting used to having female friends again.

She had resigned herself to being alone after Kelly and Stacy drifted away. If her two closest girl friends couldn't handle the fact that her dad was Lorde, then how would anyone else? She had burned her bridges with the rest of her peers a long time ago.

She still had Kevin, of course. He was dependable and always tolerated her rants and raves over the years. But there were some things that she just couldn't do with him.

Shelly missed sleepovers. She missed talking about boys and watching chick flicks. She even missed trailing after her friends at the mall while they tried on outfits that she wouldn't be caught dead in.

Shelly had long embraced her loneliness when Melissa transferred in from Middle Park.

She had completely written the girl off at first. As far as she was concerned, she was just as vapid as the rest and yet another girl who was prettier than she was, with her flawless caramel skin, curly hair, and cute, trendy outfits. She already had more friends at school than Shelly had in her entire life.

Shelly had inwardly groaned when Melissa was assigned to be her partner for their history project. The last thing she needed was a reminder of how ugly and alone she truly was.

Despite everything, Shelly found herself liking Melissa. She was naturally friendly and unlike the rest of their grade, she was unaware of her reputation. Before long, they started texting and following each other on social media. Melissa even reintroduced her to Jamie and Mandy, two girls that she hadn't interacted with since the fifth grade. Like everyone else, they were terrified of her, but as the weeks dragged on, they started warming up. Before long, the foursome was eating lunch together and hanging out after school. Saturdays were spent at the mall or the movies.

Of course, there was one drawback...

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Shelly felt a sense of deja vu as she boredly looked at the sales rack at Forever 16. She didn't enjoy watching Kelly and Stacy shopping for clothes that she would look disgusting in and she didn't enjoy watching her new friends doing the same.

"Shelly, this is so you!" Melissa exclaimed, as she held up a dusty rose crop top.

"Very funny," Shelly muttered. She knew that this friendship was too good to be true. Melissa and her goon squad were clearly setting her up for humiliation.

Confusion clouded Melissa's face. "That color would look amazing on you! What's your deal?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have the body to wear something like that!" Shelly spat.

Her friends exchanged incredulous glances.

"I've seen you in the locker room. You have an awesome stomach, Shelly!" Jamie exclaimed. "Not-not like I was looking or anything," she stammered, wilting under Shelly's death glare."

"Yeah, show it off!" Melissa encouraged.

"Shut up, one person already called me fat!" Shelly grumbled. "I'm not falling for it!"

"Who? Who called you fat?" Mandy questioned.

Shelly wasn't about to tell them that it was her dad. Even if the insult was inadvertent, it still hurt like hell. "Just some guy from North Park, okay! I fucked him up and now he has to eat through a straw," she lied.

Melissa patted her shoulder. "Fuck that guy. He doesn't know what he's talking about. You would look so hot in this too." She thrust a lacy white cropped tank into Shelly's hands.

Shelly narrowed her eyes at the girls, scanning for ridicule, but she found nothing but sincerity radiating from her new friends.

Melissa grinned devilishly. "And it would totally piss your dad off."

Shelly examined the top. It was kind of cute...

"Okay, I'll try it," she sighed.

[wanderingmind867]

I just started reading Banshee's debut comic (I got distracted after the first six or seven pages, though), and I have to say something: I'm impressed. He doesn't speak in some awful dialect that mangles an Irish accent. Like, trying to do an Irish accent when you're reading out loud is one thing. But writing one out? Writing his dialogue so phonetically that it seems super accented? I mean, it works. And it can be fun or funny to read. But is it super sensitive? I don't think so. And the fact that Roy Thomas didn't give him an accent is pretty good to me. Which lends more fuel to my fire that Chris Claremont inadvertently messed up the X-Men. He had characters say the N word, he killed off the one native character (who was himself pretty racially insensitive, but that's a different problem) within the first few issues, he killed off Jean Grey! Chris Claremont is awful.

[kryptonitecore]

Re-Read: Transformers: Escalation

Alright, still on the Furman train… Actually, I think everything’s by Furman until the Drift miniseries. (Nope, turns out I was wrong, the Furman train is drawing into the station quicker than I thought.)

This book really boosts the number of teams you need to keep track of, particularly the human ones. However, I feel the art on the human characters is more expressive and they are still allowed to be active and plot-relevant, at least Jimmy and Verity are, as they try to investigate how Hunter and Sunstreaker have been abducted. 

It does feel as if the bonding process amongst the characters has been hurried along a bit. The Autobots are… surprisingly okay with having humans hang around their base, with the exception of Sunstreaker, and Hunter in particular seems to make some pretty big assumptions, saying ‘I thought we were a part of this now, kind of, I dunno, honorary Autobots’. Live your dreams, I guess, Hunter? Similarly Verity and Jimmy, who have known Hunter for perhaps a few days (I think?) are all in to rescue him, even at the cost of their own safety. ‘Fire-forged friendship’ and all that, but it just seems like a switch flipped from ‘distrustful acquaintances forced together by circumstances’ to ‘ride-or-die friends’ awfully quickly when allowing those relationships to be a bit more complicated could have been good.

There are also some flat out weird moments in this miniseries and quite a lot of them involve Megatron. He's just having a strange day, this comic. Firstly, there is a point at which early IDW1 Megatron is described as ‘measured, calm, and controlled’, which... not really? There is also the point where he… breathes fire? I think it’s fire, or it might be a laser weapon.

There is ongoing confusion over what, precisely, Brasnya is or precisely when this series is supposed to be set. I though it was supposed to be the late 80s at first, because Brasnya is referred to as a ‘breakaway Soviet state’, but internet use is fairly widespread and people have Palm Pilots, so I thought maybe the 90s, then a quick glance at TFWiki gave me the year as 2002? Anyway, Brasnya goes from being a ‘breakaway Soviet state’ to ‘the Russian state of Brasnya’ within a few issues, so God only knows what it happening in this world’s political situation.

The pace is pretty up and down, with a lot of action scenes that are also very, very full of dialogue and a lot of jumping back and forth between big fight scenes and smaller-scale subplots. The action also slides into being comedic a fair few times - sometimes it’s definitely deliberate, the Ironhide ‘I’m going in’ panel being one of the finest examples. 

Stealth mission.

In others it’s more incongruous. The scene where multiple Autobots are out in the tundra trying to grab a facsimile of a man called Koska is (probably inadvertently?) funny, as it’s a bunch of huge characters lunging about in a snowdrift trying to grab one staggering fake human in a big furry hat. Rodimus eventually getting him and then clutching him like a child with their favourite doll is charming.

This miniseries also gave us the infamous panel in which Megatron clambers on top of a prone Optimus Prime while saying ‘this is how I like it’. Which… The fight is actually pretty boring up until that point, to my amazement. This kind of comes out of nowhere.

I have to admit, I wasn’t terribly impressed by this one, and I think it’s the weakest of the trio of Infiltration, Escalation, and Devastation. 

[amereaardvark]

An important message from me

Hello everyone. You might have noticed that I have been streaming less often for a few weeks now. The only stream I planned very soon is playing the new Tintin game for a bit. So, allow me to go into an explanation into why it has been happening.

I have been streaming for 2 years and several months as of writing this. I started one August night in 2021 after I was inspired by a new friend at the time who was also streaming to start as well. It was not much, but I did something that I wanted to do. Around that same time, I was several months away from watching Twitch streams and stumbling upon the VTuber community. That was the inadvertent explanation for the PNG of a hand drawn aardvark head for the early days. As I watched more Twitch and found more VTubers, I was also crafting the experience for my own, creating several assets of my streams for, what it was supposed to be, an evolution of my streaming.

I was keeping it up for months on end, fitting them in beneath my college work and outside work at a restaurant that was increasingly becoming more stressful. It’s a tough balance, one that I still struggle with to this day. Part of the difficulty to balance became increasingly the relationship with streaming. While I oftentimes relayed the purpose of streaming is to enjoy myself doing whatever to any name that comes across, picking between various games that I was interested in, creating art live with an old and dying Chromebook, and whatever other activities, there were times which I felt dissatisfied. I was dissatisfied with my performance in providing commentary during gameplay, speaking clearly or being funny in general. If you know me well, you probably know that I have relayed all these issues onto you. Oftentimes, the answer is you just trying your best in beneath the unpredictable algorithm of Twitch, and I agreed, you know, maybe it was just a bad stream or not a good night.

However, it was increasingly hard to know when and why those bad nights occur. The unpredictable algorithm of Twitch feels like wrestling with inconsistency, and being razor tight with everything planned and ready for a broadcast that you don’t know if people will actually come or not. I am on the autistic spectrum, and one of the things about me is having a pattern or routine to go through, as a mental glue for the order that happens. It is often the same way with forming schedules and going through with planned streams. Sometimes it works because it feels like the right time and place, but due to the changing and arguably more capitalistic nature of Twitch, it felt as though those bad nights occur more often, either due to technical issues or just not being of massive interest. Something about me is that I play stuff that I am genuinely interested in, and that changes from time to time. You may have noticed that I was playing Sonic games and then later SpongeBob games, but they later appear to be mere hyper-fixations. The reason I started playing Undertale last month was because I thought that was fitting for October and because it was in my backlog- and I have yet to go back to it.

It's more present to me nowadays, that delving into things is spontaneous but spurred out of genuine interest in presenting things, whether it’s topics to discuss or interesting games like Jimmy Neutron vs. Jimmy Negatron, a game that I played in my childhood that I find really memorable. It was more of a disparity between wanting to stick to my guns and do whatever tickles my fancy and needing to grow and evolve the channel, eventually reaching affiliate- the goals and circumstances becoming more impossible without grinding, burnout or reaching an unhealthy mindset. There were some wins, but at what cost? At the same time, when I was writing about topics that are on my mind, I felt more engaged. Writing is more so an effective way to communicate my thoughts for me than speaking or even art. I thought I can do both and split the time, but as I watch more video essays or more informative works, those writings can eventually be those video essays, not just writings on a site.

And so, it comes to this. After the upcoming stream, I will no longer be streaming consistently and instead shift my focus to creating videos to YouTube. I have a poetry channel that I want to put work into creating art, while displaying video essays and more informative yet fun content on to my self-titled channel. I have been learning to edit gradually, and it has been a more of a challenge that I am proud to be taking on. I have already started drafting quite a few potential YouTube videos, but it is something that can suit my strengths while also improving in ways that are manageable. I want to talk about Tintin games in a more genuine fashion, not simply play them and attempt to be funny. I never had the strongest and most expressive voice, but I can work with the vision when reading a script.

That is not to say, that the Twitch streaming is all for nothing. In fact, I somewhat debate this being a decision I do not regret. The most valuable aspects are improving my art, both hand-drawn and digital, getting out of my shell in communicating, and more importantly, all the wonderful people I meet along the way- acquaintances, fellow mutuals, and the best part, my friends who I love dearly so much that I can’t even believe that I have and keep, all who have helped and supported me, and that I have helped back. Letting go of this almost feels like abandoning, and I apologize to all the people who haven’t been able to catch my stream who won’t see me live again.

I do not know how this will work out, and it scares me, the unpredictability. But I know a path through that that I will take. Maybe it will be a permanent decision, maybe it will not be. Maybe I’ll come back to streaming whenever I really truly feel like it, maybe once a week or two weeks or whatever. Part of this is the changing times, and the inner desire to ride those waves, despite the mental struggle to adjust or just wanting something to change and be new- and I think that I will be happy in the long term.

Thank you for reading this very long message (like I said, this is how I effectively communicate), but thank you for being there, whether you follow, talk or even share my stuff. For all I know, this is merely just a beginning.

Sincerely,

A.I. The Aardvark

[danlous]

So i've been thinking about my relationship with tumblr and social media in general a lot in the past few days and like psychoanalyzing myself. I should be honest about things to myself. In the past even when something here has given me anxiety or made me sad or angry i have said there's still so much positive here it overshadows the negative. That's not true anymore. There are still positive things i enjoy but nowadays much more negative. Tumblr is a net negative experience to me now and my relationship with it is unhealthy. I'm not sure at what point that changed but yeah.

One thing that is really embarrassing to admit is that i care a lot about how i'm perceived and how 'popular' i am. Even though the whole concept of popularity in association with tumblr is ridiculous. Like i've always rolled my eyes at people who care about having a lots of followers or whatever because that's such a loser behavior. But in truth i have a lot of common with those people. I think tumblr is bringing out my habit of seeking external validation. When something i post gets lots of notes i get a little rush like 'people like me and think i'm funny and smart!' When something i post doesn't get notes i get thoughts like 'people think i'm annoying and boring' and 'did i accidentally say something bad or weird'. And the funny thing is i didn't have feelings like this back when i joined tumblr and had like 12 followers i didn't give a fuck but now when i'm a 'big blog' (even though i hate that concept) i've started to think more and more of what people think about what i post and that i don't inadvertently annoy or upset anyone and how many notes i'm getting and even how fast i'm getting new followers. I'm very well aware that's such a pathetic way of thinking and i really hate that this stupid site is bringing out something like that in me but i can't seem to control it.

I think lots of my issues with social media are probably because of past trauma and having been bullied and shut out as a kid (for being autistic and roma). I'm very sensitive to any kind of rejection. Even though nowadays i'm lucky to have people around me i still don't really have anyone i'm really close with. Especially in weekends i don't often meet any people so internet becomes important and anything happening here has a big effect on me. Like when someone unfollows me i know it's usually not a big deal but i experience genuine sadness almost as strong as an irl friend would stop talking to me. I don't think i would be as easily upset by things that happen online if i had more close friends and other relationship in real life. I think i need to really start to fostering my relationships with people i actually know and make more friends in real life because otherwise it'll never get better.

Hello

[kumzume]

glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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[beatcroc]

WOBBLEDOGS: THE JOURNEY CONTINUES on a new post because the other one is already a pain in the ass to scroll through. once again you are not allowed to talk shit on my unreadable screenshots unless youre going to buy me a new pc so i can play at something above 640x400 rez

anyway not a whole lot happening this time since i got like 80% of the achievements in my previous big play sesh and a lot of this one was detritus, but here's some highlights and lowlights first: the worst

i hate this piece of shit so much. ugly, completely unable to take care of itself, didn't actually gain me any progress towards the worm achievement [one of the parents was also missing the same set of legs].

here's another one i used for getting worm, though im not showing him for the legs so much as just what the fuck happened to his face

also he has two left wings and 0 right which i thought was pretty funny

with those two i managed to get this single leg guy. stayed a grey ratlike slab for most of its life

after like 6 eggs of random other breeding around trying to find one missing front right leg i gave up and just used a dog code editor for it.

anyway heres my worm. more of a snake if im honest

next, descendant of Midge!!!, and the first in an entirely too long chain to getting the Flat achievement

this fucking achievement. i'd heard a bit about spindly being really picky and hard to get, and in some ways i get it since it's so weird about how it calculates leg length, but also all you need to do for that one is get a long-legged dog and cram it full of bananas and/or nutrition pellets and you should get there in 2 or 3 rounds. THIS fucking thing took balancing across 3 different genes; not just minus height, but also minus overall size because the fucking height reducer genes would not behave on their own. i also gave it length Increasers just to be sure we didn't run into weird issues with having too little surface area.

seriously though, you need <5% max height for the achievement, and i at one point got one from 10% down to 7%, but then in the following mutation the supposed height Decreasing gene made it Increase up to like 15%, and then to 27% after that for some fucking reason. by far not the first time i'd seen genes doing the opposite of what they were labelled to do, but the first time it so actively worked against me.

i went through at least 6 dogs for this one and none of them are notable but i like these two's names

eventually the winning one hit these stats in its teen mutation and i was like. oh my god please

and thankfully with the combo i was using it did meet the threshhold next mutation, and even managed to hit 0% when it was fully grown

so this is it. maximum thinness dog.

you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like

also, mkwii inadvertently gave me my first 2-tailed lad so yay

[there is no richter 1]

and finally here is my favoritest boy of this run

result of just breeding around because i needed a dog who was fucking normal and NOT: -way too fucking big, -way too fucking small, -missing limbs and immobile, -ugly as shit. and also didnt have a massive tail always getting it dragged through the tubes. anyway yeah i fed this guy like 4 cores before i let it go, but i did also export its code as a juvenile so i'll bring it back at some point too