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Tags: Satoru x fem!Reader, nocurse!au, misogynistic!gojo, college!au, reader puts him in his place, CRACK do not take this fic seriously, enemies to lovers, suggestive, mdni
Synopsis: Satoru is a stupid alpha bro whoâs misogynistic and a play boy in a fraternity at your college. He learns that he canât walk all over you, and that turns him on.
An: Thank you to everyone who commented on that post and encouraged me to write this! I didnât think you guys would eat it up like you did đ
I thought this would be a smutty one-off, but I actually wanted to try and make it into something a little more meaningful; hence why it took a bit longer to post. This is only part one :)
The party. |
His house screamed wealth and overconsumption at every corner. Money was obviously frivolously spent with building and furnishing the Gojo fraternity house. It was sleek, modern, but still a devastating bachelorâs pad.
The Gojo fraternity held parties every day of the weekend, including Sunday. Women got in for free, and men had to pay 5 dollars to get in. Not that Satoru needed the money â he was disgustingly wealthy and a trust fund baby. He merely charged guys money that way no one below his standard could just waltz into his frat house.
Of course, he truly believed every other man in the frat house was below him in some way. He had the full package: smart, funny, rich, handsome, a dick that should be registered as a legal weapon.
It was no wonder that women was never an issue for him. He found flirting with them to be like childâs play. Itâs just too fucking easyâŠ. pun intended. He and Suguru once had a challenge to see who could pick up the most women in a single night. Satoru ended his night after fucking 9 women in a single night, and one of those events was actually a foursome between him and three girls at once.
Honestly, he could be so much worse. With a witty personality and a mouth that just wonât shut up, he could talk his way into or out of anything.
Itâs a Sunday night, which usually isnât a big turn out for the party at his house since everyone has class the next morning. Plus, all homework is due at 11:59pm on Sundays. But this turn out was just embarrassing, there was merely 10 people all sat in his living room.
Suguru already had a girl in his lap. Everyone was giggling about something. Satoru felt like he had a chip on his shoulder, he wasnât the center of attention right now, so he had to fix that.
Plus, there was a pretty girl in the room who he wanted to impress.
Sitting down in front of you, Satoru grins and hands you a cup undoubtedly of liquor. âHere you go, sweetness. Have one more.â He encourages, knowing that itâd be easier to chat you up if youâre a little buzzed.
âOh, thanks.â You smile politely, and you fake taking a drink out of it. Youâve heard the stories about Satoru, and thereâs just no way in hell youâre drinking something he gives you.
âWhat are you all talking about?â Satoru asks with a casual grin, and he takes a sip of his own drink.
âOh, just how dumb Andrew Tate is.â A nobody responds from within the group.
âWhat? Heâs not dumbâŠâ Satoru nearly pouts as his favorite starboy was being harshly criticized by his friends.
âOh god, donât tell me you like him.â You say with disgusted look on your face as you eye Satoru. Now, youâre definitely not drinking whatever he just gave you.
Satoruâs face twists in defense as you so boldly speak up about his interests. Itâs clear to you that heâs offended, but heâs trying not to make a big deal out of it.
âWhy? What do you think is so bad about him?â He retorts as he cocks an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat to try to appear as confident and collected as possible.
âHow about how he treats women like shit?â You ask, raising your own eyebrow. Satoru has another thing coming if he thinks youâre just going to bow down and not argue with him because heâs rich.
âHe doesnât treat women like shit-? Where are you getting your facts from?â Satoru argues, and his jaw tightens a minuscule amount. Itâs bad enough that heâs being challenged, but heâs being challenged by a woman.
âHis literal interviews, and the video of him literally beating a woman?â
âThat video was just a sex act without any context.â He dismisses, rolling his eyes and not dispelling any claims about the interviews.
âBitch, is that what sex sounds like to you? Because you must not be doing it right if she sounds like that.âThe room erupts into laughter, and Satoruâs face only makes it better. His pale skin is becoming a little flushed. His eyebrow is twitching slightly with anger.
He takes a breath before quickly recovering. He hasnât forgotten his objective tonight is to sleep with you. His signature smile returns to his face, and he leans in slightly. âI donât know. Why donât you come teach me how to do it right?â
âAs if. Iâd rather grind my pussy against a cheese grater than fuck an Andrew Tate fan.â More laughter breaks out amongst the small group of people.
Satoruâs jaw drops as he looks at you with disbelief. Youâd rather⊠grate your cunt than sleep with him? âOh yeah? So, what kind of guy piques your interest then, princess? You probably like those woke emasculated guys. Suguru might be more up your alley.â
âHey, what the fuck?â Suguru laughs, chunking an empty beer can at Satoruâs head. The girl in Suguruâs lap continues to mindlessly giggle and play with his hair.
âNo, I like men who are calm and capable. Maybe a guy who can lead but also knows when to take the backseat.â You explain, eyes wandering over Satoruâs stature. âI like them funny and kind.â
âSee? Iâm just what you need, princess. I can do all those things and so much more.â
âYeah? Youâre going to take the backseat sometimes?â You challenge with a knowing smile on your face. You already know what type of guy Satoru is based off of this sole interaction â plus all of the horror stories of how heâs a modern-day Casanova.
âPrincess, the only time youâll need me to take a backseat is when youâre riding that pretty pussy against my face.â His cerulean eyes gleam against the LEDs in the room. Heâs fully confident that will win you over.
Your face stays completely flat. You donât even crack a small pity smile for him. âOh sorry, was this meant to be the part where youâre funny?â
Satoru looks at you, and you see a small twitch in his eye. Heâs never had someone match his wit or his sass before. You were the perfect challenge for him â his perfect match up.
He tips his red solo cup up until his finishes the rest of his drink. Fuck sleeping with you. He wants to make you beg for him to fuck you while he just laughs in disinterest. Youâre his mission now.
âYouâre cute, princess.â He finally comments before getting comfortable in his chair again. âYou donât have to act like you donât want me. âs okay. No one here will blame you.â
Your arms cross over your chest, and your lips curl into a frown. As much as you want to pretend to be unbothered, your face can help but show the irritation you feel from him. Heâs unwavering, thinking that he will just argue and flirt his way to winning you over.
He needs to be humbled real quick, and youâve got nothing else better to do.
âOh really? Thank god. Iâve been dying to get on my knees and suck the most mediocre dick of my life.â
âYou have the wrong guy, sweetness. Iâm anything but mediocre.â He retorts without missing a beat.
By this time, most of everyone has stopped paying attention to you two â used to Satoruâs antics by now. This is just another Sunday night for him â chasing pussy as per usual.
âYeah? Any guy who constantly boasts about how good they are in bed usually isnât good at all.â You respond with a small eye roll.
Satoruâs strong arms cross over his chest. Heâs wearing a simple white shirt with some black pants. Itâs overwhelming plain, but it compliments him so well since his appearance is striking enough as it is. âI never boasted, princess. I simply stated that I wasnât mediocre.â
You let out a small scoff and shake your head. It was honestly arguing with a brick wall. âSemantics. Either way, I donât want to fuck you.â You dump your liquor out into a potted plant thatâs next to the couch.
Wondering why you even decided to come to this stupid party, you stand up, and Satoru follows suit. âHey now, darling. Come on. Donât leave now. The nightâs still young.â He tries to smooth things over as he takes puts his hands up in surrender. âI promise I wonât call out the obvious sexual tension between us for the rest of the night.â
âI have more sexual tension with your fake houseplant that I dumped my liquor into.â You deadpan, gathering your things as you decide that a cozy night in would be better than this mess.
Walking outside the house after everyone wishes you goodbye, you let out an audible sigh as you hear the door open and shut once more behind you. You spin on your heel to find Satoru jogging up behind you.
âDid I ruin your mood that much?â He asks with a small smile, shoving his hands into his pockets as he falls in step beside you.
âWell, following me home is certainly not giving you any bonus points.â You retort, tugging your jacket a little bit closer to your body. âBesides, thatâs not really my scene.â
Satoru glances over at you as the two of you walk. He finds himself hypnotized in the way your skin glows in the moonlight. He would be lying if he tried to convince himself that you werenât pretty because you are. Gorgeous â in fact.
âReally?â His voice is a shade softer now that he doesnât have everyoneâs eyes on him. âYou seemed like a natural in there.â
You shrug your shoulders, not offering up any more information about yourself to him. Heâs just another misguided frat boy with no intentions to change whoâs looking to hit.
Satoru hates silence almost as much as he hates not being the center of attention. He hates how youâre not giving in even the slightest for him
âWe should go out to dinner together sometime. I think youâd be surprised on how well I can fit in to any scene.â He offers, not quite giving up on hope just yet. Heâs determined to get you in his bed, genuinely deluding himself that it would be a favor to you and him.
âNo thanks.â Your voice is blunt as you step toward the entrance of a girlsâ dormitories. Satoruâs technically not allowed inside at this late of an hour, but heâd be amused to see who would try and stop him. His family is the top donor of the university. He practically owns this place.
He stands there baffled for a moment as you turn down his date invitation. Rejecting his sexual advances is one thing, but you wonât even give him the time of day.
âSo, when can I see you?â He asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips curled into a small pout.
âYouâll unfortunately probably see me in class.â You respond, letting the door close behind you and checking to make sure it locked. Breathing a sigh of relief, you trudge your way up the steps to finally get away from that leech of a man.
Satoru stays at the door for a moment, contemplating following you inside â not for any nefarious reason. He just truly believes that youâd like him if you gave him the time of day. One of his many charming qualities is that he can talk anyone into enjoying his presence.
He had already made up his mind. Youâre going to like him. Youâre going to sleep with him too and like it, and heâs definitely not going to catch feelings for you so he can make you feel as embarrassed as he did tonight.
Heâll just have to set his plan in motion during class.
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(Dark!) Luke Castellan HC's - Dating
Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader
â¶Â This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female reader
WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship.
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AN: I'm really on a dangerous lack of drafts to publish đ so this is the best I have for you guys, hope you like it!
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Luke is a golden boy at the Half-Blood Camp. A wise camp counselor, a loyal friend and a fierce warrior. Heâs nothing short of perfect, no one being able to call out any flaw about the curly-haired boy.Â
Him being so perfect has you doubting yourself. Perhaps youâre being too delusional, your brain over-analysing everything in a self-sabotage attempt.
Maybe youâre the one who has issues. But no matter how much you try to reason with yourself, the bad feeling still lingers around - worsening every day you spend in Lukeâs company.
Luke isnât toxic. Then why do his actions screen overprotective boyfriend? The suffocating way he hovers over your shoulder, insisting on tagging along whenever you go somewhere. Doesnât matter if youâre going to the bathroom, heâll say heâll wait outside for you.Â
Wants you to accompany him as he performs his counselor duties around the camp, even if it means you being bored while he helps the campers. Your siblings sometimes joke that you and Luke seem attached by the hip but the fact that you see less and less of them takes away all humor.Â
Luke isnât toxic. Then why are you suddenly not allowed to practice with any combat tools? Luke vehemently argues that youâre too clumsy, too much of an airhead to be touching swords.
And for the first time in your life, you resent being daughter of Aphrodite as Luke fixes you a kiss on your forehead, cooing that heâll protect you.Â
Luke isnât toxic. Then why does he never take you seriously enough? Everything you say is immediately refuted, words manipulated into denying your requests.
You want to go to a party? You canât because Luke wants to have a date night instead.
Youâd like to participate in the Catch the Flag game? No will do because your boyfriend thinks youâre too fragile for that.
You try to become a camp counselor? Aw, but Luke thinks that youâre not the most appropriate person for that.Â
Luke isnât toxic. Then do you feel so trapped with him? Itâs like youâre slowly losing all your autonomy, submitting to Lukeâs demands.
Upon a deeper reflection, you realize that Luke is the one that takes the decisions of your life. And the worst is that you have no courage to stand up against him.
Your boyfriend has a special way of making you feel little, as if youâre the one who is wrong. That you canât seem to think properly so he takes over the reign - to help you, of course.Â
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A little notice about my fics!
The top/bottom wars aren't as prevalent here on Tumblr (thank god) but I'm going to share this heads up for any fixed dynamic friends here too â just in case!
My nearest and dearest already know why, but I recently removed t/b tags from my works on AO3. I'm aware this is an act of war to some, but I'm tired of seeing people talk shit about me and I figure if I make my stance clear in the tags, no one can complain.
This will come as a surprise to some people, but I truly don't care if this limits my reach. In fact, that's precisely why I've done it. Just because I choose to share my work, doesn't mean anyone is entitled to it. I've never tried to attract readers who choose works based primarily on t/b dynamic.
I write for myself first and foremost, and removing the tags to curate my own experience as an author writing vast amounts for this fandom for free is my right. Anyone who doesn't agree with that probably shouldn't be reading my work in the first place. We are artists, not service providers!
Despite what some people think, I'm truly not out to shit all over fandom etiquette. I'm always kind and courteous to people, even when they don't afford me the same respect. Except for my beloved friends for whom I'll always go the extra mile, I don't owe anything to anyone in this fandom.
That said, I'm genuinely sorry if this choice alienates some of my mutuals. I hope you understand I'm not trying to jumpscare anyone with a "nasty" surprise, and I'm happy to share the sexy intel with people I trust. I really hope you're still interested in my writing, but no hard feelings if not đ«¶
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Wip Wednesday
Omgg I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and I managed to publish it with ONE MINUTE of Wednesday to spare on my timezone hehe So here, have a little bit of a fluffy fix-it I'm working on, where Thomas needs some old lady wisdom to get his shit together. Also, it's a way for you to meet my most darling OC, Nonna Rosa. Hope you enjoy it!
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A week after breaking up with Evan, Tommy is still feeling like shit. He can barely sleep, anything he tries to eat tastes like sawdust, and he feels like heâs living on autopilot. He goes to work, he comes back home, he tries to eat, he tries to sleep, rinse and repeat. Nothing else matters, thereâs nothing else he feels like doing. He doesnât answer Howieâs texts asking how heâs doing (he answered the first one, telling Howie not to worry about him, but canât do more than that); he completely ignores Eddieâs invitation for Muay Thai and basketball, and he comes up with an excuse as to why he canât make karaoke bar that Thursday. And yet, thereâs one thing he canât put off, as much as he wishes to: talking to his Nonna.Â
Tommy calls his grandmother at least once a week; she still lives in Indiana, in the same house he spent most of his childhood in, and he knows his uncle Bart visits often. But he likes to hear from her himself. Visiting her is a rare occasion with his work schedule, and the last time he was able to was about four months ago. The minute he had stepped in, Nonna had asked him if he was âinnamoratoâ, because he was looking so much happier than usual.
And he knows sheâll perceive his sadness just as quick, if not quicker. The woman has always been able to read him like an open book. Sheâs probably the only person alive who can; heâs always made sure to keep his layers hidden from everyone else, even fromâŠÂ
Well. Doesnât matter now, does it?Â
Fact is, that if he misses his call with Nonna, itâll be even worse. Sheâll know somethingâs up, and he doesnât put past her to fly across the country to check on him (heâs always been the favorite grandson and everyone knows it). So itâs best to get it over with. Gosh, Nonnaâll be unconsolable; sheâs been pestering Tommy to introduce her to his âEvaninoâ for ages now, and instead⊠With a heavy sigh, he sits down on his couch (and tries not to think about how empty it feels when itâs just him in there) and rings her up, bracing himself.
âPronto? Tommasino?â She answers the call, as always with the camera too close to her face, and that at least brings a smile to his face. -- Np tagging @typicalopposite @unhingedangstaddict @30somethingautisticteacher @actuallyitsellie
#bucktommy#tommy kinard#fix it fic#post-breakup fic#oc: nonna rosa#i love her ok#i love Italian Tommy too#do i have a reason why Tommy's from Indiana#no#do i know anything abt the state of Indiana#also no#but there you go#gabby writes
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The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Ten
available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: very brief mention of blood, profanity, smoking
summary:
In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.
Chapter Ten:
You tugged your black top, which had ridden up your midriff, back down towards your belt as you stormed into the Last Drop, shoving patrons as you passed through the crowd. Sevika was at a table, ashtray half-full and glass half empty.
Scowling, you grabbed her arm, the one concealed by her cloak. Your hand made contact with metal through the fabric.
She stared at you. â[name],â she said flatly. You snatched your hand away, balling it into a fist.Â
âTell me-â you stabbed a finger at her chest, âthereâs been men at my doorstep at least three times this week.â
She scoffed. âProbably because you run a brothel.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean,â you hissed. She stared at you, a frown carving a notch into her forehead, before nodding at her tablemates. Slamming her palms onto the surface a little too hard she slowly heaved herself up.
âLetâs talk somewhere else,â she said.
You watched as she went to a corner, nodding at a door. You stared at her incredulously.
âGo in there with you?â You yelled over the din. âYou must be insane.â
She groaned, and within moments you were both standing outside.
âYou look real different, dressed like a normal person.â She nodded at your toned-down appearance. You scowled, flicking a hair out of your face. âAlmost didnât recognise you.â
âWhatever.â You took out a cigarette, rolling it between your fingers between placing it in between your lips. Youâd dropped any efforts to keep up your beguiling, siren-like facade around Sevika- there was no point. You flicked open your lighter, palm shielding the flame.
âSo whatâs all this about men outside the brothel?â
âTheyâve been heckling my girls. And guys,â you added. âI assumed they had something to do with your- boss, considering the fact I have something he wants.â
You couldnât bring yourself to say his name, now that someone was actually listening.
Sevika must have taken notice of this, because her lips twitched. But she didnât mention it. âYou know, you look a lot like when we were younger. Before everything went to shit.â
âDid he send them?â Your voice was stone cold and hard. Sevika scowled at this.
âOf course he fucking didnât. You think heâd stoop that low? I thought you knew him.â
You took a deep drag on your cigarette, not meeting her eyes as you exhaled. Your leg threatened to bounce with well-concealed anxiety. âWell, I donât now. I want these bastards dealt with.â
Sevika crossed her arms. âSince when do I have to deal with your problems? Last I checked, itâs not you Iâm working for.â
You scowled. âWell, somethingâs telling me that this is gonna be your problem soon enough,â you snapped. âConsidering the fact that theyâre looking for your boss.â
She paused. âWait, what?â
âThey keep bugging us about him. No idea why us,â you sneered, âbecause Iâd rather shoot myself in the foot than be associated with you or his people, but sadly thatâs the case. So hurry up and fix this before I send them your way for good.â You pushed the cigarette into her chest. âEnjoy, errand-girl.â
And with that you turned around and stalked off, pulling your coat around you as your brisk steps carried you away from the Last Drop. Breath misting in the air, you turned to look at Sevika. But all you saw was the door swinging shut as she disappeared back into the bar.Â
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You hurried back into the brothel, a gust of warm air enveloping you in a snug, cozy embrace. Immediately the feeling was quenched as you turned and saw a girl with big glassy eyes and mousy brown hair looking up at you, arms outstretched.
You gingerly shrugged off your coat and dumped it in her hands. She followed you to your office, hovering anxiously around the beaded curtains.
âWhat is it?â You sounded miffed.
âYour coat, Madam. I was instructed to leave it in your office.â
âThen whyâd you make me take it off?âÂ
But nonetheless, you beckoned for her to come in. She placed it on a hook in the corner, and you curled your finger, calling her forwards. A cigarette dangling from your bottom lip, you placed something in her soft palm.
She unfurled her fingers. âDo you know what that is?â She shook her head.
You took it back from her, flicked it open, and pushed down. Flame erupted from the lighter, illuminating a freckle on her face. Her eyes widened and she shuffled back.
âDonât be afraid,â you said, snapping it shut. You gently but firmly took hold of her wrist, tugging it forward and pushing it back into her hand. You leaned back, arm slung across the back of the couch, and gestured to your cigarette.
She leaned over the armrest and, with a trembling thumb, pushed down as youâd shown her. The flame jumped a little too close to your face and you moved your head back, eyes widening, as she hurriedly snapped it shut.
She froze, waiting for a reprimand. But you didnât say anything, just sucked on the cigarette and smiled at her, eyes looking at her without turning your face. You tipped your head back and let the smoke curl in the air.
âHand-eye coordination needs some work,â you commented. She nodded.
âYes, Madam.â
âWhatâs your name?â
âAlice-â
Your eyes widened, chest tightening.
â-son.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
âAllison,â she repeated timidly. You were shaking, she noticed, and took a quick step back.
Chewing on your lip, your eyes crawled across her face desperately. She lookedâŠ
Scared.
You could taste blood on your tongue. You released your bloodied lip from between your teeth, then soothed it with your tongue.
This girl is not Alice, you reminded yourself.Â
âYou look tired,â you remarked, relaxing. âHave you been getting a good nightâs sleep?â
âNo,â she admitted silently. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. âThe mattresses are hard,â she said regretfully. âNot that Iâm complaining, Madam,â she added hastily.
You chuckled. âNo, please. Feel free to complain.â
She couldnât tell if you were being sarcastic or not, as you patted the spot on the couch next to you. She clambered onto the cushions obediently.
You took another thoughtful drag, then blew out the smoke, cigarette poised in between your fingers as you leaned into Allison.
âWill I tell you something important?â
She nodded, eyes wide.
âI used to have a daughter just like you.â You looked the girl up and down. âSame age, same eyes, same hair. Almost the same name.â
Allison knotted her little fingers together in her lap, looking up at you in wonder as you smoked some more.
âBut she died.â Your tone was flat.Â
Allison recoiled. âKilled by enforcers,â you continued. You looked at the little girl, silently staring at her.
Then you sighed.
âYou can sleep on the couch tonight, if you want. A welcome change from the mattresses.â You leaned forward and stubbed out the cigarette on the ashtray that lay on the table, next to the long-wilted rose, and rubbed the bridge of your nose. âIâd have them changed if they werenât the best we could afford in Zaun. Piltie bastards are probably sleeping well into the afternoon.â
She didnât say anything.
âMy bedroom is that door,â you told her, pointing to a door next to a bookshelf. âThe office locks from the inside.â
âThis is too generous, Madam,â Allison whispered.
You scoffed. âNot at all. Youâll have a job, you know.â
Allison looked up expectantly, and you stumbled around your words to find an excuse. âUhh⊠clean up the office every now and then. And lock it once I go to bed.â
Allison smiled. âAlright.â
âAnd if I have anything else that needs tending to then expect the responsibility to fall to you, in the case that youâre able for such tasks.â
Allison nodded, bowing her head. âYes, Madam.â
You flicked your hand at her. âRight, now⊠go away.â
Allison scuttled away into the front entrance of the brothel, cutting across and eventually disappearing into another narrow hallway. You followed after her, looking around. Beads, lanterns, curtains. Sickly sweet incense, mist swirling across the floor. A new client had just passed in through the doorway. She was looking behind herself nervously as she hurried in.
You silently watched her from the spot in the corner youâd chosen to lean on, obscured by the sheer fabric draped across the ceiling. She disappeared hand in hand with one of your men, and a tall, broad figure stepped into view.
Sevika.
You brushed the sheer drapes as you emerged, mist coiling around your feet as you walked.
âI thought we already spoke today,â you said steadily, expression even as you studied her face.
âWhat if I came here for your services?â She sounded amused.
âYou donât look like it. Hurry up, tell me what it is.â
Sevika squared her shoulders, gaze roving around the all-took familiar room. It eventually settled back on your face.
âHe wants a meeting with you.â
âWhat?â
âYou deaf?â She tilted her head. âHe wants to meet with you in his office. Tomorrow night.â
âNo.â Your response was fast.
You couldnât face him. Youâd rather never speak to him face to face again- your last in-person interaction, despite years ago, had been quite fond and you knew that whatever version of him youâd meet if you went would simply take on the image of the man you used to know.
Sevika frowned at you. âAre you okay?â
You were breathing hard. âNo, Iâm not. Get out.â
She stepped towards you. â[name].â
âWhatâs it about?â You hissed. âIâll talk to you. Come on.â You stepped towards your office.
For a moment, you thought Sevika would protest, but she simply followed you silently after a quick moment of hesitation. You shut the door properly.
âSit down.â
âI think Iâll stand.â There was a glint in her eye you didnât miss.
âIt wasnât a request.â
Sighing and rolling her shoulders back, she assumed her usual position on the couch.
You didnât sit down, choosing to remain standing. You crossed your arms, leg shaking. âWhatâs the issue?â
âItâs the men. Theyâre here for, er, other people.â
âWhat?â She couldnât be any less clear- your pounding head was beginning to grow fuzzy.Â
âYouâre harbouring more wanted men and women than you think, or than youâd like to admit. We need to round them up, and finish them off,â she said steadily. You frowned at her.
âIâm not giving up innocent people,â you spat.
âBelieve me, [name],â her voice was strained with exasperation. âThey are far from innocent. Just hand them over, and this whole ordeal can be over. No more men at your door, no more Silco breathing down your neck.â
You took a deep breath, rubbing your face, considering her words.
âAnd I have your word that whatever happens to them next will be deserved, be it good or bad?â You asked quietly.
She was surprisingly solemn in her response. âYou have my word.â
âFine. Iâll round them up, and drop them off tomorrow.â
âTomorrow night, the Last Drop. Ten oâclock.â
You scoffed. âYeah, whatever you say. But-â you held up your hand. âI want a trade.â
She stared at you. âWhat?â
You scowled. âYou think Iâll just give away my men for free? I want something in return.â
She suppressed a groan. âAnd what might that be? Money? Shimmer?â
You bit your lip, thinking. âI need collateral.â
She stared at you blankly. âWell, we donât have collateral.â
âSomething I can hold over his head,â you ploughed on. She laughed.Â
âYou know Iâm right here, right? Itâs my boss youâre scheming against.â
âI donât give a flying fuck. Whatever, just- give me men in return.âÂ
âWh- men?â
âEmployee for employee.â Youâd fully regained your composure by now, and you adjusted the cuffs of your sleeves. âItâs only fair.â
She stared at you incredulously. âWell, who would you want?â
âIâll take my pick when the time comes,â you hummed, waving her out. She scowled, flinging the door open. Hand still on the doorknob, she paused, twisting her head around.
âYouâre a real piece of work, you know that?â She snarled.
You grinned. âSo Iâve been told.â
#THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT - SILCO X FEM!READER#THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT - SILCO X FEM!READER -CHAPTER TEN#arcane league of legends#arcane#arcane fanfic#arcane x reader#arcane season 2 spoilers#arcane s2#arcane s2 spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane fanfiction#arcane fandom#arcane fanart#arcane family#arcane x you#arcane smut#arcane headcanon#silco fanart#silco fanfic#silco arcane#silco x reader#silco and jinx#vander#felicia arcane#powder#young silco#young silco x reader#silco x you#Silco x reader#pre s1
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Storer has been Storing with Syd all along
Please read the previous meta I included and pay attention to the bonus tracks.
What Storer chose to show us What Syd knows about Carmy
The narrative Storer (and Calo) were pushing onto Syd was:
Carmy Berzatto, the chef I used to fangirl read about in all the magazines, a 30-year-old former boy genius, very easy on the eyes, internationally trained by the best, former NOMA, published author, multi-awarded hot shot, fresh outta the most excellent restaurant in the entire USA, most excellent CDC,
who most likely got laid all over the world, is now back in Chicago opening a restaurant and getting laid with this blue-eyed, hot brunette, a white chick he calls "friend".
Which means he's into the whole "FWB" thing because he clearly prefers to play the field rather than be in a committed relationship, seeing as his longest relationship must be the one he has with his personalized custom-made jacket.
The reality we, the audience, know:
For Carmy, Syd is a mystery, for Syd Carmy is this successful chef who couldn't keep it in his pants when he should have been there CALLING TONY!
But WE know that's not entirely true. WE know better:
Bonus track #1: Richie was NOT saying "Interesting" because Carmy was finally getting it on with the C person, but because he picked up on Syd's JEALOUSY. He thought: #Catfight!
Bonus track #2: She's just an interruption, she was never supposed to be a permanent thing.
I already went over that temporary quality of hers from other angles, but it always BEARS repeating because we are constantly being gaslit.
Bonus track #3: She's a FUCKUP. Fak forced and initiated that situation.
Bonus track #4: C was a QUICK FIX kinda situationship because Carmy JUST COULDN'T WAIT for a better time to pursue the woman he really wanted, seeing as he presumably thought she was either completely out of his league or it was just unprofessional to even give it a try because they were gonna be business partners and you shouldn't mix business with pleasure anyway, plus Syd never showed interest in him in any other way than professionally, so why would he risk it? He decided not to wait for a better chance to go after Syd in the future, since he deemed that chance to be a looooog shot that might never happen at all and instead he just TRANSFERRED his feelings onto a more attainable prospect, as I explained above, this was confirmed by 02X05's soundtrack.
Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs đ
#SYD WAS PLAYED BUT IN S4 SHE WILL KNOW THE REAL CARMY#claire who?#the bear#sydcarmy#carmy berzatto#sydney adamu#carmy x sydney#carmen berzatto#the bear fx#the bear hulu#syd x carmen#carmen x sydney#sydcarmy endgame#CARMY IS THE ONE#gingerpovs#the bear meta#sydcarmy meta#storer was storing with Syd
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just read a fic that pissed me off so bad I muted the author. this is a first
#WHY WOULD U NOT TAG BITTERSWEET ENDING?#WHY TAG FIX IT IF IT IS IN FACT NOT FIXED#????#and idk if its in multiple timelines so it âdoesnt countâ or whatever WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE MC DEATH UNTAGGED !!!!!!#**idc
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[reupload] copycat
#SORRY FOR THE REUPLOAD. I FORGOT THE CHROMATIC EFFECT. its fixed now. ^_^ rb as you please.#gonna put the og posts tags at the very end!#animator vs animation#alan becker#green ava#<- in a way.#green screen ava#greenscreen ava#||#kitkat chitchat#doodles.png#okay heres the og tags. just a ramble about my design#::#fun fact; aspects of greenscreens clothes are taken from my designs for the rest of the cg!#the pants are from red. skirt from yellow. tanktop from blue. and drawing glove from orange!#i was also gonna add green and reds friendship bracelets but i felt itd clutter the design with Too Many Colors . as if it already isnt lol#also the actual colors for the clothes are Slightly different.. i put a few overlays on this for color cohesiveness so if anything looks#wonky then that is why..... if i ever do something with flat colors then ill make sure the actual clothes colors look nice for you all :3#anyways. the influencer arc is going great so far huh!
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House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode
#house md#prince's talk tag#flashing#repitition#so as i was watching this show i noticed they'd say the episode title in the episode#so i wanted to see how many times they did it#the people on livejournal who made transcripts of the episodes are my saviors and without them this would of been so much harder to do#thank you all for your service and i hope wherever you all are you're having a great day#sometimes they would use a variation of the word like in the episode poison they would say 'poisoned' or 'poisoning'#i did not include those instances#there was an instance in 'merry little christmas' where they do play the song in the show#but since ella fitzgerald was not a character in the show i did not include it#where as in the episode 'joy to the world' the students are singing it in the concert so i did include that#i apologize for the tonal whiplash when you get to that part but it did make me laugh#one of the times kutner says 'locked in' is overshadowed by the POTW's voice over but i assure you he says it and thats why its in there#out of the main characters from the one who said the title the most to least are#House > Foreman > Wilson > Chase > Cuddy > Adams > Cameron and Taub > Kutner > Thirteen and Park#this took a bit to do lolol its probably been done already but i wanted my own#there is a chance im missing some on technicalities but idc. im fine with this#there are two more i wanna do but with a character saying another character's name but ill do that some other time#EDIT: When I was making this video I was unaware that the Pilot episode went by two names: 'Pilot' and 'Everybody Lies'#Basically everywhere I looked the first episode was only referred to by 'Pilot'#which I found weird bc i remember seeing somewhere that the last episode was paired with the first episode in terms of title#but i couldn't find hard proof so I decided to leave it out at the time#well i checked again last night and yea the pilot IS also called Everybody Lies so I updated the video#I also think it goes well with the fact that House does say 'Everybody Dies' in the finale so another reason to fix it#AND he says it without Wilson while he and Wilson say the title of the pilot sooooo yea hehehehehe
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too long has gone without me posting women. here we go more yuri radiostatic
reference for voxs dress under the cut
#interestingly enough i think i made al look a lot more modern here#also i nearly posted this on a side acc i was like 'why arent my tags showing up?!' yeah maybe its bc youre on the sideblog đ#dont mind the fact that als outfits arent consistent i did the doodle first and then didnt bother to fix it#đ art tag#radiostatic#hazbin vox#hazbin alastor#vox hazbin hotel#alastor hazbin hotel#fem vox#fem alastor
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#the sims 3#sims 3#ts3#the sims#simblr#female sim#sim: mikki#cualquiere#hey guys i made this post just to let myself ramble a bit using tags lol#in fact my game became buggy i have no idea why#basically when i exit cas the changes i've made to a sim from my bin are not carried#and they take on the appearance of the sim before (hair/makeup/clothes) instead of my modifications#and i don't know how to fix that... đ#i hope to find a solution soon but it's getting in the way of my playing#that's queued
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the entire season they've shown sylvie perpetually being okay to just walk away from the fray and getting no consequences whatsoever. which would be ok since she doesn't rlly care about them like loki does. but in the end she just moves on so fast after she watched loki isolate himself and go off JUST to fix her mistake.......
meanwhile mobius is there, frozen in that time, left behind by the person he's an "expert" on not only bc of his job but bc of their friendship, him quitting the job that was his entire life, because loki has left and his previous purpose didn't have loki anymore
it's just fucked up how everyone else got their happy endings (good for them) except for loki and mobius. they're apart, separated once again, looking miserable in their last shots. just like last season.
#hhnnggg i dont hate sylvie i think she deserves peace and to rest#but the fact that loki had to sacrifice everything he's work on (his friends. his changing. the love of his life) just to fix HER mistake#marvel why the hell do you hate loki huh why do you keep making him lose everything#idc sure his arc has changed but what does he get? what's his reward? doesn't he deserve something too in the end? yes he fucking does#loki: i dont want a throne i want my friends back#writers: ok here's a throne where you're lonely asf and are at risk to end up like HWR who's been isolated for so long too#also fuck your friends and your lover#LIKE?!?!?!?!?!?!?#(if anyone wants to chat i beg of you please dont hesitate)#tag talk#loki tv show#loki tv series#loki tv#loki season 2#loki series#loki show#loki season two#lokius#mobius x loki#loki x mobius#anti sylki#not really anti HER but it was so unfair
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@keferon OKAY BUT LISTEN YEAH I would loved if it was just fun ehehehe and sassy flirting with the demon no one sees pfffht, literally summoned a demon just to flirt with, and I guess it could have been going for a long time, just little strips with their funny adventures and then plot can go to the fact that he wants to give him a body and Shockwave would agree or that they just stay the way they are and just hang out like this together (Alo I remember that you wanted to put Ratchet (I keep writing Ratched instead of Ratchet buuuh) and Drift in it as another demon and their summoner thing whghweghgwe but I like how you made two separate stories for them that happen at the same time, okay I am actually PRETTY MUCH invested in this story, I like a lot how it goes and gets tangled and how mixes up with idw ideas and other stuff a lot)
BUT NOW that you changed it that way, you made a few more things that reader might be interested a lot in, like that promise he made and you mentioning that he will regret it, how their relationship progressively develops, plus the fact that Blurr was a frivolous slob gifted with dark magic AND how the tables turn upside dow and he get consequences for what he did in the most unpredictable way for him and how he surely changes in his behaviour, getting more and more concerned about his promise and maybe truly loving someone for the first time in his life and wanting to change something. And then figuring out that that same demon actually was a person before, someone he knew, someone respectable, kind, shiny, absolut sun of a person, who died (I am still on my knees waiting to know how exactly he died...) miserably to the point that he absolutely can't stand his life as a demon and NOT EVEN being able to kill himself!!! And Blurr was a pupil in his school, he saw him, he gifted him an ability to make his magic work for him, gave the freedom to live among everyone to all who was poisoned with this dark magic. OH WAITA HGSDHAG the thing that beastformers can't walk among transformers and the fact that dark spellers also could not, and how these events happen at a close times, OKAY so dark spellers got their kind of freedom thanks to Senator Shockwave (OH MY GOD what if Orion can see Shockwave and will recognise him right away COUGH) BUT I am wondering if beastformers will get some kind of an official declaration or some kind of school to be educated in and I wonder if Deadlock/Drift (I think after leaving he will change his name from the last episode...) will volunteer to be a teacher t be something more, or he will just end up with Ratchet wandering around the world, or maybe there will be a whole damn revolution where all monoformers and beastformers leaded by Drift go against the system, and maybe these events happen at the same time as a Senator Shockwave fighting for the rights of gifted... Okay I'm getting carried a little bit ahsghag excuse me... OH I GOT carried away A LOT I wanted to get back to the point that Blurr, now figuring out the past of Shocwave, dealing with all the events, dealing with what he has done and find a way to free them, at the same time STILL having adventures and fun since I'm sure he can be a good mood lifter to moody Shockwave and even see him in a really good mood since he is... well, not just a demon made of hatred but the wonderful kind of person in his previous life... (okay being carried away but what if Orion might declare the freedom to beastformers (AJHGAJHSDJAH OH MY GOD I IMAGINED JAZZ AS A PANDA HAVING A ROMAN WITH PROWL AND PROWL NOT KNOWING ABOUT IT OKAY SORRY) after seeing what it lead to after Senator Shockwave. And maybe Ratchet will be able to get his sign back freely after revolution will be successful or he will be forever blind just to be free and safe with his husband OKAY LISTEN I think it is obvious that I really like the thing you do....
#I mean I will repeat one hundred more time that fanfics are really hard for me to read... I just can't concentrate on that for a long time#if they are not VERY good.. usually it is much easier for me to read real books#So I know little about characters slowly reading idw and I can't just jump on plenty of fics and just look at them from afar#But such little comic... yeah#the characters in them are understandable for me you put emotion in them and growth that I can easily read on and just observing things#also it is much easier for me to see a ready pictures to jump on something to animate and it goes so smoothly that I still wonder how you d#it and I am absolutely not okay about this fact pfffht#Aaaaah why am I saying all that... where from I started and where I was leading to...#I THINK I JUST WILL SAY AGAIN THAT I LIKE THIS AU WHEEEEEEEZE#Also rewatched your tags under First Aid and... I forgot the name *cough* you can see how good I am with names VORTEZ! Fixed ehfghasghagfe#And yeah ahsghdgahg... I can't read such fics. I like when I see that characters can stand for themselves and it isn't an abuse....#I mean it is okay to show the hell they go through BUT only if from both sides#I didn't read ShockBlurr fics but from what I've been hearing from you both... I wouldn't like it#So I'm happy I come across your version of them and I LIKE IT#And I LIKE the First Aid pair with Vortex if I see a good version of them#I mean in idw he is *muah* put him in a blender but I don't see a good way of using his perks and First Aid's perks good together#They both are maniacs PFFFFHT so yeah... fics disappoint me and I barely read them even if to get better at understanding characters#So I'm happy about what you do since I am very slow at getting into stories like transformers even if I like it
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ok here
my die troll concepr ughhhg punches wall
#coat not included rest in pieces#dude i made the outfit too fire im having a case of â does this really fit ?â right now but i dont feel like fixing anythng#thats why i call these concepts#im gonna go eat breakfast#aquared homestuck au where the midnight crew are the kids and there are some other guys too i think#< obligatory#homestuck#homestuck fantroll#die 06#not tagging the felt because its just him#dont know what else to tag#fun fact#i sent this to a disc server before posting this here and someone responded eith â his ass is not surviving the winter â and i thought it wa#really funny
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GetBackers headshots since I finished rewatching the anime a bit ago with a friend. Some of these men were impossible to draw!! Had to redraw Akabane 3 times and I'm still not sure if I captured him well.
#getbackers#fanart#ban midou#ginji amano#i ain't tagging every single character#ain't nobody got time for that#just the two main gays will do#is there a reason why i drew kazuki in the last batch you ask?? despite the fact that i love him????#well yes#i had drawn a spicy pic of him prior to starting on these#so in my mind i had already drawn him and there was no need to include him in the lineup#but then as i was about to post the first two pages i was like HUH this looks wrong#and it was cause kazuki wasn't there#i set course to fix that immediately but#then i realized i had to pick 5 other characters to fill another sheet lmao#but hey it gave me a reason to draw Clayman and i had a lot of fun drawing her face
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Hello there, Friend!
Don't mind me! Just going through the Wreck-It Ralph Screencap websiteâ Again. đ
I love looking at all the Screencaps and just... overanalyzing them! Always small details that I didn't pick up on (especially while watching the movie)
For example, The time-lapse at the start of the movie! Since it went by real quick and all!
Analysis down below! đ
(^ And I'm assuming that this might be the first time the game was played?? Or maybe the first week of being plugged in? Not sure, but moving on!)
First off, imma say it... RALPH'S FACE IS FUCKING HEARTBREAKING TO LOOK AT. It's not the expression of: "Aw, I lost :( "
NO, HE LOOKS GUILTY. AND THIS WAS "30 YEARS AGO." HE ALREADY FELT BAD FOR BEING PROGRAMMED TO DESTROY THE NICELANDERS BUILDING.
Y'all see how Felix isn't looking at Ralph? He's either looking down at the building, like "Gosh, woo! The gamers did it! All fixed!! ïżœïżœïżœïżœ"
Or he's looking at the Nicelanders (Sidenote: Yeah, it's most likely just cause that's how the gameplay was programmed. But I'm still gonna over-analyze it!)
Y'all see that?? The Nicelanders be smiling and happy for a moment, AND SWITCH UP AFTER FELIX CLOSES HIS EYES.
It's probably like that outside of gameplay too. They probably act one way while Felix is looking, and the moment he turns his back, THEY BECOME THE JERKLANDERS.
(^ I have to put this in cause I thought it was *SO* funny. "Man, Gene's the fucking mayor too. Goddamn Gene... fucking mayor of Pettyland." đ he's the biggest asshole out of all of them. Makes sense he'd be the Mayor of that petty shithole place. "nice"-land.)
His eyes just stay closed.
Felix, you oblivious little fuck (I love you, you dense lil man...)
BUT OPEN YOUR EYES MF-- GODDAMN!!
Okay, so the look of shock on Ralph's face. He's like "AYO WHAT THE FUCK Y'ALL DOING?! HOW CAN Y'ALL EVEN LIFT ME!!? I'M 9FT TALL AND WEIGH 653 POUNDS--"
Wait, cause y'all see how the first three Nicelanders are the ones lifting him up?
GENE AIN'T DOING ANYTHING. GENE YOU'RE A SHIT MAYOR. DON'T EVEN PULL YOUR WEIGHT AROUND HERE--
NAH, CAUSE FELIX IS THE ONLY ONE KEEPING THAT PLACE FROM FALLING APART. IN AND OUT OF GAMEPLAY.
^ GENE DON'T DO SHIT. đŁđą
They gotta hold a new election; Felix for Mayor. Or LITERALLY ANYONE OTHER THAN GENE.
Ralph: "I'm a big part of the game, technically speaking... why are you here, GENE???"
*Gene's just the mf who gets thrown out of the building.*
KNOW YOUR PLACE, GODDAMN, GENE--
(Whoops I got off-topic. đŹđ)
Well first off - since it's the gameplay and all - for 30 years, Felix HAD HIS FUCKING EYES CLOSED; LITERALLY AND METAPHORICALLY.
Also, that's just level 1? How many levels does 'Fix-it Felix Jr' have? Does it just keep going until Felix Game-overs?
Does Ralph get thrown off the building every time a level's complete? Poor guy, and then he's treated like garbage - again, metaphorically AND LITERALLY
BECAUSE HE LIVES IN THE DUMP.
/end rant
#wreck it ralph#fix it felix#wir#fix it felix jr#wreck it ralph screencaps#wreck it ralph fandom#disney screencaps#this is just me ranting#once again#I need to come up with a tag for all my ramble posts#Maybe âTristan Ramblesâ or âTristan losing his shit; againâ đ#tristan ranting#idk i'll figure it out#I will literally take any chance I get - TO HATE ON GENE#NO HESITATION#All those bitches ('nice' landers) piss me off. BUT GODDAMN FUCKING GENE#^ the fact that my phone suggests âfucking Geneâ right after I type âgoddamnâ đ#@BashfulGnome hears all the âgoddamn fucking geneâ rants LMAO#everyone in the movie had character development... EXCEPT FOR FUCKING GENE#^ HE WAS AN ASSHOLE IN THE SECOND MOVIE TOO#âCome along now; CONDIMENT.â FUCKOFF GENE#The only good part of RBTI (besides Felix and Tammy) IS WHEN GENE GOT SPUN LIKE ONE OF THE TOYS IN TOY STORY#HE WAS LIKE THAT ONE BOWLING PIN THAT DOESNT GET KNOCKED OVER#grumbling to himself and looking pissed off when Felix called Tammy âLady love~â LMAO#lmaoo get wrecked mf#Why is gene on the fucking cabinet?#also it's so weird that after 30 years of the same gameplay... It just changes AND NO ONE QUESTIONS ANYTHING#^ I have a whole hc that Mr Likwak knows what goes on after the arcade closes#I will write a separate post about that tho
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