#also he can't believe that he's physically attracted to someone he hates

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Edward crossed his arms. “You don’t know me. I did play nice, but you know what that did for me? Nothing, I got screwed over! I don’t want to be pushed around anymore, especially by the likes of you.”

He then walked closer to Batman. “Well, it does catch my attention. It does a lot and I hate that it does so damn much…it makes me feel a mixture of many emotions. You are big and strong…physically impressive. But I am way smarter than you, and will always have superior intellect."

After his comment, Edward poked Batman's chest.

" all i'm hearing is noone taught you how to play nice with the other kids. don't you know the key to a good game is fair play and co-operation? " he tilts his head. " i wouldn't say you 'level up' the playing field but if it helps you sleep at night- "

a small snicker nearly escapes his throat as the green man speaks, successfully keeping it out of riddlers ears, though his tone is still off as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. " it's- that's kind of the point of the suit- to look big and strong and menacing. it's meant to catch peoples attention."

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unexpected - part 1 & 2 [ xavier thorpe x reader]

[ i’m alive! i haven’t posted in ages and i’m terribly sorry. i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and finally finished it up. it's a part 1 and 2 that just made sense to put in the same post. ]

word count - 5.5k

[ summary - the reader and xavier have despised each other for years, but when she discovers his unexpected attraction to her after being a bit too nosy, their dynamic takes a complete turn. ]

[ warnings - enemies to lovers, angst/jealousy, swearing, dirty talk, oral (f), unprotected sex, bit of degrading. ]

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i was never a big fan of school dances, especially the kind where wednesday addams stole the show for wearing all black, despite that being typical of her, so i didn't really understand what the surprise was for. i had always been fairly close to enid, but when wednesday transfered to nevermore, our friendship diminished in some ways, but i wasn't drastically devastated or anything - i needed to focus on my education anyway. despite my new and improved academic achievements, enid managed to convince me to come to the r'aven, which i did solo, contrary to the norms at nevermore to never attend such a large event alone.

"she looks gorgeous, don't you think?" enid said next to me, a bit of excitement and pride in her voice as she clutched tighter on her glass of punch, watching the black haired girl walk in with tyler, a blank expression on her face.

i shrugged lightly, taking a sip of my drink as i leaned against the empty chair in front of me. "i mean, she's okay." i said plainly. i didn't even mean it out of jealousy or spite, i really didn't view wednesday to be as unique as she was painted to be by people like.. him, yeah, xavier thorpe.

i thought of xavier because as enid spoke in return to my dry comment, i saw the boy staring at wednesday with a bit of disgust, probably at her date, and also with himself. i would hope that was for being so obsessed with someone who never even returned his way-too-obvious feelings, but who was i to mindread?

i laughed lightly, nudging enid to look in xavier's direction, bianca's expression dropping to clear aggravation and jealousy as she watched her date's face. "why do you think she came with him when she probably knew he was going to react like this?"

enid shook her head, frowning a bit. "i don't think she thought about it like that at all. maybe she thought they would get back together."

"yeah, right." i set my glass down on the white table. "xavier has been mentally dick-riding wednesday since she got here. he wants what he can't have like most guys."

"then why doesn't he want you?" enid asked, giggling as she nudged me. i rolled my eyes and pushed her with my own shoulder.

i grin, looking over to her. "because he hates me so much he can't physically imagine fucking me. remember, he said that during our game of truth or dare last semester."

"oh, believe me, i'll never forget that." she takes a large sip from her cup, laughing through it. "i can't believe he said that in front of half the grade."

"i can." i smirk, taking her empty cup and grabbing my own off the table. "i'll be back with some more punch."

she nods and mouths a small "thank you" as i walk off, lightly pushing myself through the crowd of students and round tables, until i reach the trash can and the punch table that was next to it. i began to fill enid and i's new cups before i feel a tall, lanky, and, oh, deathly aggravating, presence next to mine.

i sigh, turning my body towards his as i look up at xavier thorpe. "upset about your public rejection?"

he rolls his eyes, grabbing a cup and beginning to fill his own after i step away from the bowl. "at least i have a date. i think you're the only person here who doesn't."

"maybe i'm untouchable." i tease, sipping from my cup and looking down at him while he shoots me a grossed out look as he leaned down to grab bianca a glass. "perhaps i stand out more than wednesday, but you'd probably say that was impossible. delusion does something to a person, i suppose."

he scoffed, leaning up straight and looking down at me, as if i appeared to be lesser than him. "you're a real asshole, [y/n]. you know that, right?"

i shrug, clearly unbothered by his comment. "it's my best trait."

walking back to enid, i can hear xavier's annoyed groan as he heads to the opposite side of the room to meet a very pissed off bianca. i pitied her, but at the same time, she agreed to go with xavier thorpe, so there wasn't much i could validate from that decision.

i noticed enid flirting with her date, so i set her drink down on the table and walked back towards the entry door, slipping through it silently and down the dark hallway that led to the dorms. everyone was occupied, and i didn't mind being left alone for a few minutes anyway. i was never a big fan of loud music, or parties, so it didn't suit me much there - i was mainly more of an emotional support for enid than anything. i didn't mind it much at all, but she was with her date, and i would never complain about some alone time on campus.

i slowly creaked open an empty classroom door, walking into the room full of desks and lab equipment. i quietly turned on the lamp aside the teacher's desk before sitting down. i reached into my pocket to grab a small bottle of vodka before pouring it into my drink. as i lifted it up to my lips, i hear a loud knock on the open door, making my eyes widen and avert to the glass bottle in my hands, which i quickly tossed into the trashcan before looking to who was at the door.

i rolled my eyes as i saw xavier, taking a gulp of the drink, which i quickly realized i needed for this interaction that was about to occur.

"what brings you here? did you think of any insults that pertained to something relevant?" i asked, turning the rolling chair towards him as i cross my ankles. "if so, i'm happy to hear what you've come up with this time."

"shockingly, i've come to ask if you wanted to drink with me, but i see you've already started by yourself." he says, leaning against the door frame, putting his hands in his pockets as he references the trashcan.

i gasp with heavy sarcasm. "me? drink with xavier thorpe?" i grin, standing up. "did bianca say no since you publicly humilated her by drooling over wednesday addams?"

he pursed his lips together as a red tint collected onto his pale cheeks. "no, i didn't ask. she's been ignoring me anyway tonight."

"can't blame her, i must have rubbed off on her." i say, handing him my drink as he very quickly took a sip. i blink a bit in surprise. "are you trying to get fucked up?"

"why would i not?" he said with a bit of a frustrated tone. "i'm not going to act like i don't feel bad for screwing over bianca like this. she fucked me over by using her powers when we were together, but i didn't really plan on being a dick to her tonight, it just happened."

"it just happened." i say in a low voice. "you really need to think things through before you say or do them, xavier thorpe. can't ask someone to go to a dance with you just because your first date ditched you. especially your ex."

he shook his head, handing me back the half-full cup. "what am i even doing talking to you about this shit? whatever." he said, turning to face the door. he seemed embarrassed. "see you."

i stare blankly at his confusing but unsurprising response. it seemed him opening up to me and me not giving him a sympathetic reaction pissed him off, but i don't really know what he was expecting from me in the first place. we hadn’t gotten along for years. truthfully, i couldn’t even pinpoint when our mutual disliking started, but it had always been around.

“you know, i may not be quite fond of you, xavier, but i’m here if you need brutal honesty.” i raise my tone as he walks off, leaving me with no response. i sigh, now a bit embarrassed with myself for displaying a small portion of kindness to him.

i turn around, finishing my drink off and tossing it in the trash before i walk down the hallway, opposite of the dance, back to my dorm room.

as i approach my room, i glance down to see a dorm key on the floor. my brows raise and i lean down, grabbing the metal and reading the side of it. my eyes widen when i see who’s it is. obviously, no other than xavier thorpe's.

“oh, shit.” i mutter.

i wouldn’t act like i wasn’t a nosy person, especially towards my nemesis - of course i’d be going to snoop in his room.

his dorm was a few down from my own. i quietly unlocked the wooden door, sliding myself through the cracked frame and gently shutting it behind me. flipping the dim lights on, i scanned the messy, yet also oddly organized bedroom. given that xavier thorpe was a strange person, at least to me, i very quickly found something interesting. his sketchbook.

i walk towards his desk, picking up the red journal and flipping through it, seeing well drawn pictures of different animals, instruments, nothing interesting.. until, the last few pages, which were not photos, but writing.

as much as she made my blood boil, her fierce personality grew on me, far more than i expected it to as the years went on. the hate i once possessed so deeply was altered into a deep, truly intolerable lust, one that i could never showcase to her, only myself, surrounded by my own walls and left to think of her alone, touching myself to-

my eyes widened and i shut the book, setting it slowly and quietly on the desk, exactly into its original place. good god, who the fuck was xavier writing a-list fanfiction about?

i bit my bottom lip, shaking my head as i glanced back down at the sketchbook. no, i couldn’t keep reading it. as much as i loathed him, this was personal. i would be drastically upset if someone read information of mine so private. it was like my hand was unconsciously gravitating towards the book anyway.

“i’m such an asshole.” i muttered to myself, opening the pages again, and back to where i left off.

her dominant words, her demands for me to fuck her in such an intimate, yet so dirty way that it was almost unimaginable. my body on top of her own, her arms wrapped around my drenched skin as i pushed myself inside of her warm, tight walls, walls that held me inside and possessed me as her own. [y/n]-

“oh, fucking hell..” i whispered with shock, now slamming the book shut and setting it back in place immediately after reading my name in the following sentence.

it was partially horrifying, but also oddly compelling that xavier thorpe, the same person who would probably stomp on my grave, was writing detailed scenarios of us fucking in his spare time. genuinely, i couldn’t wrap my head around it, but i didn’t have much time to regardless, as i noticed on his alarm clock that it was reaching close to midnight, and the r’aven would be over soon.

i turn the lamp off, the room shading itself into darkness immediately, as i walk to the door. my hand reaches to open it, and it instead comes towards me as xavier walks in. my eyes widen in fear, and i freeze up, the key in my hand as xavier flips the lights on, and stares at me, shocked and more confused than anything.

“you.. you took my spare key?” he asked, shutting the door and leaning against it, crossing his arms.

i shake my head, handing it back to him. “no, i found it on the floor.”

“so, you came to my room, rather than give it to me when you found it.” he said, following my explanation. “trying to rob me of everything i’ve got?” he gestures to his closet. “about the most expensive thing i’ve got is a pair of nikes, so have at it.”

i roll my eyes, my face a heated pink, so much so that i could feel it burning on my cheeks. “no, that wasn’t the plan. more curiosity than anything. truthfully, i just wanted to snoop around.”

it seemed the idea of his sketchbook didn’t even cross his mind. “oh? to find what?”

“well, i found some written porn.” i say quite boldly, looking up at him. “on someone very unexpected, actually.”

i watched his expression drop, and he shook his head in what seemed to be more disbelief than anything. it quickly shaped itself into anger, and some embarrassment. “you read my fucking journal?”

“i didn’t mean to.” i cut him off before he could speak any further. “it’s not like i wanted to voluntarily read that.”

“f-fuck..!” he yells, covering his face in embarrassment, the key slipping out of his palm and onto the wooden floor. “oh, god, you’ve got to leave, [y/n]. please leave.”

“will do.” i sigh, awkwardly nodding, and noticing his shaken up stance. “but you are sort of blocking my exit.”

he moves out of the way as i speak, probably the fastest i’ve seen him move in his life. i walk towards the door, reaching to open it, before i stop. i glance up at him.

“can i ask you what provoked such writing about myself before i go? does my hateful nature turn you on? i didn’t mean it to be that way.”

he shook his head, sighing. he looked up, unable to meet our eyes. he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought. “no, i.. i..” he sighed heavily. “you’re unattainable. someone i can’t ever imagine doing such things with for so many different reasons.”

“well, you clearly can’t get with wednesday either but i didn’t see pages of sexual encounters written about her.”

he steps back, shaking his head once again at my comment. “you’re completely different people, [y/n]. it’s not the same.”

“what’s so different?” i ask, now a bit intrigued by the conversation. i lean against the doorframe. “i’m genuinely curious.”

he finally looked at me, his mouth hung open as he stared at me for a moment. “the difference is you’re the only person i’ve ever wanted to fuck but deeply despise at the same time. it confuses me, and i.. i know it’s so weird, but writing about it was the only way i could… uh, process it, i guess.”

oh, god. his words pierced my core. not in the violent, gorish way i’d prefer them to, but rather a more sexual fashion that created a massive disruption in me. the forming wetness between my legs unsettled me.

“you’re right, it’s time for me to go.” i nod, opening the door as i spoke. “goodnight.”

i walk down the hallway, staring at the floor the entire time until i get to my dorm. i could hear him hesitate before shutting his door after he registered the conversation was over.

i shut the door behind me, quickly taking off my dress and setting it on my desk before getting into my bed, bare aside from my underwear, which i was starting to slide off hastily and dropped to the floor. he wouldn’t know of this. he wouldn’t know i wanted it, too, as strange as that seemed to me. it was something i needed to now keep to myself, just as he did previously. this was it, no more than this. one time touching myself to that asshole. one time.

the sensation was so fresh, so hard to grasp that i felt a sense of euphoria wash over my heated body as i closed my eyes, running my fingers down my stomach and to the slit between my legs, sinking myself into the imaginative state i was in as i ran scenarios through my head, consisting of the most unexpected person they could withhold.

one time. i thought again. one time.

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as expected, xavier and i's feud was drastically dialed down after that night. the classes we did have together that we used to bicker in were now silent, which was a weird feeling, but not as weird as what happened last weekend. i tried to black it all out of my head, and i was correct about touching myself to xavier thorpe being a one time affair. at least i held myself accountable for my singular mistake, and didn't make it some sort of off-putting habit.

xavier, on the other hand, seems clearly disturbed by our now lessening exchange of words, even if it was a simple insult shot across biology being absent. i could visibly see it on his face when i walked into the room, his eyes darting down to his textbook, and his lips pursed together in what i would assume to still be fresh embarrassment. i felt bad for him in more ways than one, i would admit. it was his personal thoughts, and i did invade them, but also cut off any further explanation he was going to give me that night.

cutting me out of those overbearing thoughts was the bell for last period, the students at my table scrambling their books into their hands as they rushed out of english. i sighed, slowly standing up and beginning to pack my bookbag. i didn't have any classes for the rest of the day, so it was time for me to head back to my dorm and start working on the paper we just discussed for the past hour and a half that i blacked out of.

"can we talk?" i hear faintly from the side of my desk. i look up to lock eyes with xavier, and my face immediately reddens. i press my lips together and breath lightly out of my nose as i think of how to even respond to his sudden question and frankly, startling presence.

"i don't think you're a creep, if that's what you're wanting to talk to me about." i say honestly, slinging my backpack across my shoulder. "i do think this obviously has created much tension between the two of us that will probably never fade out because of how substantial the situation is, but i think it's for the best, regardless. the semester is almost over an-"

xavier sighs and shakes his head. "no, not that - i mean, i, i agree with that, but i just wanted to explain myself. i don't want the last conversation we ever have to be what we had last weekend."

"understandable." i return. "so, uhm, you can come to my dorm if you'd prefer? this doesn't seem like something appropriate to discuss in the commons. but try to walk a few feet behind me so no one sees us together. bad for our image of hate towards one another."

he sounded relieved that i agreed to talk to him, and let out a small chuckle at my demand. he follows me to my room, with distance as directed, and comes in shortly after i do. i set my room key on my desk before gesturing for him to sit on my bed, and i sit against the headboard, facing him while he awkwardly positioned himself at the end of the mattress.

he cleared his throat, resting his nervous hands on his thighs as he looked at the ground. "i just wanted to apologize. i know that made you uncomfortable, and believe me, it made me pretty uncomfortable writing what i did, but at the same time, it's just how i get my words out. i.. i am really sorry if i violated you in a way. i didn't mean for you to ever see that, and i obviously didn't show it to anyone else. i burned it all last weekend so that it's gone and no one will ever see it but me and you."

i blink in surprise at how adamant he was about getting rid of the evidence he probably spent a lot of time writing. i nod, leaning down as i sink into my propped up pillows. "it's okay, i don't feel that you did that to make me feel weird. you obviously never expected me to see it, and i'm sorry for violating your privacy in the first place. i appreciate you getting rid of it."

he gave me a soft, but still uncomfortable smile. "so.. so we're good?"

"sure." i shrug, sitting up as i felt the conversation beginning to wrap up. "back to mortal enemies? or would you prefer strangers?"

he looked caught off guard by my question, his eyebrow raising at my words. "is there an option that combines the two of them in some way?"

"eh." i cross my legs and lean forward as i speak. "perhaps."

i hear the rain begin to beat against my bedroom window, the sky diming to accompany the sudden thunderstorm, then look to xavier in response. "you better go if you want to make it back to your dorm without getting drenched."

"yeah, you're right." he nods, clearing his throat uncomfortably before standing up. he looks to me, watching as i stand up in return. "well, i'm glad everything is okay."

i nod silently, the two of us staring at each other, unable to process a proper way to say goodbye. i mean, how could we with the conversation we just had?

"uh, me too." i cross my arms and shake my head out of the eye contact, looking up to him. "i'll see you tomorrow in biology?"

"yeah." he nods, turning towards the door to walk himself out.

"oh, here." i walk in front of him to grab my key. "i need to unlock the-"

"can i kiss you [y/n]?"

my cheeks redden and i set the key down, turning to face him. i blink in disbelief. "kiss me?"

"i'm sorry, that was a heat of the moment thing, i didn't mean to make this weird ag-"

"no, it's fine." i walk towards him as i cut his stammering words off, leaning up to take his head into my hands and pull him down to my height, pressing his warm lips against my own. he hastily wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies gravitating to my bed as i push my weight onto his thin, light build, climbing on top of him and moaning lightly into his mouth as i ran my fingers through his long strands of straight hair.

while there was no rush to this sudden circumstance, we were kissing like we were on a time crunch, hands running down each other's clothed bodies and very quickly taking them off. xavier begins to unbutton my school shirt, the nude colored bra that laid behind it exposed to his eyes, which were visibly glued to my chest as he undressed me. i unbuckled his belt in the process, looking down at him while he moved his head closer to my chest, trailing kisses down my heated flesh and lightly brushing my bra out of the way for a moment as his lips kissed my nipple, tongue circling the stimulated bud which only earned a moan from my lips, xavier's body twitching against my own while my pleasure transferred into his own.

i reach down between us to slide my hand into his pants, a bit slowly to make sure he was okay with it, which he very quickly signaled by lightly bucking his hips towards me in return. my hand was met with his erection, straining in his khakis as i jerked it off, moans escaping from his pink lips and vibrating onto my chest which was starting to cover in light hickies and salvia.

he breaks himself away, forcing my body onto the mattress and my hand out of his pants, his own build getting off of me and onto the floor, his knees against the hardwood while he pulled down my skirt, and my underwear, my face dark red as i was nearly naked before him, nothing but my lopsided bra and half buttoned shirt.

"you don't understand how long i've wanted to taste you." he says through a low, seductive yet needy tone of voice. "i've wanted you in my mouth for what feels like ages." he leans down, taking both my thighs into his hands and pulling my bottom up and towards the end of the bed to reach him.

i was speechless, sitting up and staring down at xavier while he began to trail wet kisses into my inner thighs, his mouth soon reaching my pussy and beginning to lick the outside with great tease. i gasped at just his most gentle touch, one hand holding my body propped up as the other reached down to cup the side of his left cheek. he looked up at me, watching as i gave him a small nod to go further.

his tongue attacked my clit, sucking on the bud and my wet skin while one of his hands snaked between my thighs, gently pushing two fingers into my slit, stimulating my body through more ways than i imagined he would so soon. i moaned, closing my eyes and immersing myself into the moment, finding it still hard to believe that his head was between my thighs now when i would've laughed at the thought of this a few days ago.

watching xavier eat me out was so attractive, i almost couldn't comprehend what him fucking me would feel like. he knew what he was doing, holding our eyes as he pushed his fingers inside me, his touch sucking against my clit and twirling around in circles to tease me further, sparks sending themselves to my hot core. it felt never-ending, in a good way, of course, the way he was able to make me feel. the way he made me want him after all this time hating each other was insane. it was rather impressive more than anything.

i leaned forward, watching him pull his lips away from my middle and to my lips, the taste of my own pleasure now against my mouth, his tongue pushing forward and clashing against my own. with his fingers still in me, he adjusted our position, now on his knees in the bed and hovering a bit above me, watching as my mouth hung open at his touch, the feeling of another finger slipping into my tight walls. i could feel myself wrapping around him, which he visibly took note of, as the expression on his face shaped into a smirk, almost like he was proud of himself for the way i reacted to his strengthening touch.

"i've got to stretch you out if you want me to be inside you." he remarks, leaning down to kiss me between the sinful noises that left my lips. "you want me to fuck you like i hate you?"

"shouldn't be a hard thing to do." i grin, pecking his lips, gasping as he curls his fingers inside me at my response.

xavier pulled his wet fingers out, slapping them against pussy as i arch my body in response to the intense touch, my eyes widening as i look at him in surprise. he could only chuckle, standing up and taking his pants and boxers off, his hard length pointing itself towards me as he steps closer again, knees on the mattress and cock aligned with me. he wasn't lying - he was quite long, as i could have imagined by his height and lanky build, but he was thick, too. he was much more than i imagined he was, but i wasn't complaining.

he leaned closer, helping adjust my body to where my feet were now resting on his bare shoulders, spread wide as he pushed inside me, my eyes shutting and mouth opening at the feeling of him slowly pushing inside my body. good god, he hurt, but at the same time, he felt so fucking good.

he held me by my ankles, his hair moving with his rhythm as he kept a slow, intimate pace, watching as my breasts moved with his thrusts, briefly, until he pulled out. i blinked, confused. "is everything okay?"

"you want me to fuck you like i hate you, right, [y/n]?" he asks flatly, his hand running down his cock, before nudging me to flip over.

my cheeks redden and i shake my head. "i would think you'd want to see my expression when doing so."

"who said i wasn't?" he grinned, grabbing me by the hips and tossing me over, pressing his hand on my stomach to arch back before pushing himself back inside.

i gasped, unable to react as he grabbed my face, guiding it towards him and leaning down to where we were able to meet eyes, my hair fallen in front of my face, which he adjusted to fit behind my ears. i could see it in his eyes that he wanted to watch my expression in every way while he pumped his cock inside me, stroke after stroke causing me to moan, my vision clouding with the harder he held my face, the harder he fucked me and made my legs nearly melt at his rough touch.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he coos, placing a rough, wet kiss against my lips. "so fucking beautiful when you take me inside you, i can feel you tightening against me, [y/n]. i didn't think you'd want me around you much longer, but look at you."

"shut the fuck up." i say through pitiful moans, my hands holding the bedsheets as he talked. "you're not always going to have the upper hand."

he scoffed, picking up his pace, pecking my cheek before leaning up, his hand moving to hold the back of my neck while his thrusts only grew strong from his new position.

"says the girl who's letting me fuck her from behind with her ass propped up for my bare cock." he smirked as he heard me groan in annoyance. "you can tell me you like it, no shame in it."

i roll my eyes, now trying to hold my tongue. i figured this wasn't the time or place to cuss out the same person who was actively pounding me with his cock. "just shut up, xavier."

he leaned down to kiss my cheek quickly, his lips leveling to my ear. "i think you know me well enough to know i'm not going to."

he lifted himself back up, holding my ass as he guided me back and forth, the sounds of our wet skin slapping together while i enveloped his cock inside me, the stimulation far too great to not earn us both a very quickly approaching orgasm.

i felt him moan lightly from behind me, our voices, and bodies, and noises, sync together while the room seemed to grow hotter and far too much for either of us to handle, until we both finished, xavier staying in me for a moment before slowly pulling out, his cum leaking lightly between my shaking, red legs as i laid down on my back.

he laid down aside me, reaching over to undo my top completely and help guide my bra off, leaving the two of us now completely naked, lathered in our own, and each other's, sweat. i felt him wrap his arms around me and i rolled my eyes, lightly trying to nudge him off me.

"you're sweaty." i say, watching him laugh at my remark. "what's so funny?"

he stopped me from my squirming, taking my hand into his own and wrapping his arm around my waist. "you'll never be quiet, will you, [y/n]?"

i shake my head, my expression lightening as i look up to him. "i'm not the one who was begging to taste the other. remind me who was on their knees earlier?"

"i hate you." he playfully nudges me, pulling me closer. he sighed, and look up at the wood ceiling, his tone dialing down as he pursed his lips together.

"you know, you physically feel good, but this felt good, too." he gestures to the two of us, which i only blushed in response at.

"xavier thorpe, are you admitting you've peaked an interest in me?" i tease, squeezing his hand in response.

he rolled his eyes, shrugging softly. "maybe so, but no worries, i'll still follow a few feet behind you in the hallway."

"look at you, already listening. guess i really do have the upper hand in this, don't i?" i sit up, watching as he followed my actions. i reach over to hold him by his face, kissing him once again.

he chuckled, holding me by the back of my head as he returned the kiss. he raised his eyebrow, a bit of reflection on his face from what just happened. “why the sudden change of heart towards me?”

“i don’t know.” i shrug, looking from his lips to his eyes. “i guess we’ll have to see how this unfolds over time.”

“i guess so.” he grinned, kissing me once again. “no worries, ill still make sure to embarrass you in some way on monday in biology.”

“you wouldn’t dare.” i smirk, lightly nudging him onto his back as i climb on top of him. “good luck, xavier thorpe.” i begin to trail kisses down his neck, his arms once again wrapping around my waist.

“words of good luck from the enemy? today’s full of surprises.” he teases before sliding his hand between us.

[llamagoddessofficial]

So we've seen your Error headcannons, can we get your Nightmare ones since you're in a romantical mood?

Oh can you.....

He's a very complex individual. Under all that rage, when he likes you and wants your company, he's actually a very calm, intelligent and eloquent lover. Princely, if you will. He likes hearing you talk, and is very good at roping you into chatting about your hobbies for hours while he just adoringly stares. He enjoys the arts, music, poetry... once he finds someone he wants, you'd never even know how much anger he's set aside.

(Unlike Error, he's aware that constant anger isn't a very attractive trait)

While he's first starting to develop feelings, it's one of those situations where you won't realise how much he likes you until you see the way he acts around other people. You might think he feels neutral about you, at best- he talks to you, but never about himself, seeming to prefer when you're the one talking. Maybe chortles at a joke every now and then. But overall, he's relatively quiet, relatively still-faced... not very outwardly emotional in any manner.

... Then you see how he acts around everyone else. Hair-thin temper that leads to physical violence with anyone who annoys him too long, dismissive and mean about any subject, he tells people who talk too long to shut up and makes underhanded cruel 'jokes' at their expenses. The same tentacles that curl around your hand or stroke your back as he walks by will grab Dust around the head and slam him into the ground because he made a poorly timed joke.

Nightmare has an eye for traditional courtship. Once his heart is set on you, expect bouquets, jewellery, fine evening dining, strolls through midnight gardens, flowery handwritten letters. He carries a locket with your portrait.

You would think his love languages are gift giving and acts of service, considering how often it seems to be the only way he shows love. But deep down... it's actually physical touch. He's just far too afraid to show it.

Nightmare would do well with a physically affectionate partner. Someone who'll cuddle up to him first so has an excuse to snuggle back. But someone less physical would also be good- sometimes he's afraid his aversion to touch will drive away a partner, and somebody who doesn't really mind either way soothes those fears.

You can't lie to him. Well, I mean... you can. But he can sense it, and he'll always know. Whether or not he lets you think he believes you is up to him.

He has a locked box in his castle full of sketches and small oil paint studies of you. You'll know he's finally totally comfortable with you when he politely asks if he can draw you.

His tentacles often act on his true feelings. Whether that's snapping out to choke Killer for asking if you top, or lovingly curling around you when he's half asleep.

... He's actually pretty childish. Especially when in love. Though he's good at hiding it under layers of highborn mannerisms, he fucking hates when there are any potential rivals for your affection. He tends to lash out against the 'rivals' in underhanded manners whenever you're not looking, then really lay on the charm and affection with you to ensure you're not thinking of leaving him. If you're asexual or demi it may not be that big of a deal because he's soothed by your lack of interest in others, but if you're pansexual or bi, it might be a genuine problem that needs addressing.

Call him "my love". He likes feeling like your one and only.

[kaledya]

Hi Hi 🖤

Some personal questions about serenity and Constantine.

Serenity 🍀

1. Serenity appears to have fluffy hair in the images, is it soft? He lets people pass his hand because I remember seeing an image of the angel running his hand through her hair when she arrives at the hotel.

2. Serenity believes in bad luck, if she meets someone with the same power as her, what would happen?

3. Serenity considered Constantine handsome? What was her first impression of his appearance? What does she like most about his appearance? What attracts her?

4. Is she a type?

5. When she died and arrived in hell, what was her first impression?

Constantine 🔥

1. Is Constantine introverted or extroverted?

2. Does he clean his hooves daily?

3. Your favorite color?

4. Your favorite flower? Or some flower of origin from hell?

5. What does your castle look like? Does he have a garden? What does he like most about his room? Do you have a nice view? Where is it located?

HOWDYY!!! And YAAAAY more questions!!

SERENITY:

1-Serenity She has really soft hair, kind of like sheep's wool that has been washed with shampoo and then combed and dried. But it still looks like human hair.(There is only a very fast growth proglem)

2-hmmmm If she meets someone like her who can control luck If the other demon is not an enemy, she can try to establish a partnership with diplomacy. If the party decides to be a enemy, she will kill them. (If They are someone who does not want to make a deal, finding someone with the same powers as her will only be a problem)

She can't use her power in that battle because her enemy has luck too. But Serenity is both physically capable + has an army.

3- Hmmm, so it's kind of a fact that Constantine is handsome/Beautiful man. So naturally Serenity sees this too.

Hmmm I guess she likes his hair and face? She thinks his hair is very thick, they are very soft and she likes the color of it.

She thinks that a smile really suits his face. She even jokes with Constantine that if he always looks grumpy all The time like someone has died, his face will soon remain that way like a Statue. That's why Serenity tries to make him smile whenever she gets the chance.

4-Type? Hmmmm I've never thought of this before.So I don't think Serenity gave much importance to appearance, she just liked people who looked after themselves.

Maybe personality would attract her? Serenity probably prefers knowledgeable people with a sense of humor that matches her own intelligence.Also talented people People who have something in common with her.

In other words, when they spend time together, they are someone with whom they can both chat about deep topics and discuss daily issues.

5.I was thinking about the animatics of this scene /I was going to use World Burn/

🎶Because you took me down, but didn't finish me offffff~~

My names is Serenity Hartlet and in case you keeping score they may have won The battle but I WILL WIN THE WAR🎶

Or I was also thinking of Insane Animatic ıdk

When Serenity first came to Hell, she was a little too full of hate and confusion. She achieved her goal, but died without knowing it.

She was she shoted and stabbed in the stomach and then burned after.

And when she woke up, what she saw was a lot of creatures struggling among the blood and mud. For a moment, she even thought she had lost her mind. Then, after getting out of the pit and reaching hell, she realized where she was.

Then after seeing where she was her reaction was she started laughing and saying This

"Oh, can you tell me where I am? I don't know how I got here But I, I think I'm starting to understand I don't belong among the angels And baby, that's just fine with me The things I did up there were high school But now I'm going for my degree'' -Insane

CONSTANTINE:

1- He's INTJ (a Little bitENTJ too)

Honestly, it could be said to be a bit of both. Although there is a tendency to keep into himself and enjoy solitude, especially when involved in research or strategic planning,He can be quite charismatic and sociable when the situation calls for it. Can be very charming and elegant,refined demeanor especially when interacting with others So, he's a little extrovert and a little introverted.

2.He usually wipes his hooves before going to his private areas in the palace and washes them before entering the bedroom.Someone who cares about cleanliness will not enter the bedroom with dirty feet.

3-golden and red and black.

4-Spider lilies and Black Roses he loves Appearance of it and meaning.

5- For this question, I will use the references I found on Pinterest for a better visual expression.

-His Castle located in pride.

-He loves everything about it

inside of his castle look like this;

his workshop generally looks like this:

this art by Maethavee.Kay'E (on ArtStation)

His Garden/Big Libary (where he stocks his books):

Main Hall:

Corridors

His Bedroom:

His Daily Libary:

His view:

From outside:

ıt's kinda look like this but

The walls of the palace are made of Opsidian and there are many more spikes on the towers, and where the tree passes, there are ivy with black and red roses.

[infamouslydorky]

Why I think Mael Stronghart can be an interesting character:

Stronghart is often regarded by others, especially in a western audience, to be a boring antagonist. Most often I see aa fandom put his enjoyers in one of two categories:

1. You find him physically attractive or

2. You love to hate him.

I'm here to propose a third option: perhaps he is, in fact, interesting. He isn't necessarily the most openly expressive individual, and that seems to make people inclined to think him boring, but it's more that is his outward presentation to people. Like Damon Gant with his jovial persona, Stronghart wears a veneer to give a sense of invulnerability, a resoluteness, security, and impartiality, which would probably be required in his mind of someone not only a judge in authority but a person who is representative of a larger governmental judicial whole.

Ace attorney is no stranger to the concept of antagonists serving as representative symbols of a larger systemic corruption, Stronghart being part of this lineage, though if discussing what makes him individual, it would be that he needs control. He needs security. He mentions himself that he likes things to run smoothly, like the gears of a clock.

This brings the point of the clock analogy being relevant to his character. If ever encountering a traditional clock, the mechanations operate by an elaborate system of gears. The maintenance of which requires particular maticulousness, the likes of which, if neglected, begin to show wear on the machinery and the clock begins to slow and fall apart. His chronic tardiness is also reflective of this idea, as it shows his negligence. He adds more gears and systems to the elaborate mechanations of his plans that he can not keep up to attend to them all and begins to show signs of deterioration by his delays being unable to keep up with the mess he's made to keep as much in order and control as possible.

Truly, Stronghart's journey as a character is one of obsession with control and by putting all responsibility of everything on himself because he finds difficulty in putting trust in others, he bites off more than he can chew, and Sholmes exploits that to take him down. It certainly doesn't help that "Chunosuke" decides to hickory dickory dock up and down said clock, further throwing a wrench into these unsustainable plans, exacerbating the original issues in the first place.

He serves as a foil to all of the protagonists for this reason. Ryuunosuke is ultimately successful because he relies on others. Likewise with Sholmes, Barok, Susato, Iris, Gina, and others. Stronghart can't do that because he can't trust others for loss of control, and a key component of trust is vulnerability. He will not give his vulnerability. He can't. He can not trust a broken system that allows guilty individuals to get away with their crimes by means of corruption, so he takes matters into his own hands. It's that inability to trust that brings his downfall and allows Ryuunosuke and friends to actually bring about positive change.

The last time we see Stronghart, he is laid bare before all the consequences of his actions and only when he is finally caught, does he display any act of vulnerability, not because of giving trust, but because he's given up on everything and the one person he had any sort of trust in: the queen because, in his mind, she betrayed him. He's a royalist because the Queen represented the ultimate symbol of control and security. "The benevolent force guiding the empire." So when she leaves him to rot for his misdeeds instead of rewarding him for doing what he believed was justified for the betterment of Her Majesty's empire, he dies alone, a broken, lonely man.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Can we get some Ghoulcy nsfw hcs?!

Of course you may. I've had requests for Ghoulcy for a minute, but I get so weirdly nervous at the idea of writing for these two. Thanks to everyone who's reassured me about those feelings; you're the best. I'm dipping my toes into the pool, so I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean NSFW Headcanons

She's incredibly ticklish, which he discovers early on by accident and eagerly uses against her (that is, once he's sort of adjusted to being allowed to touch someone/allowing someone to touch him). It's an easy way to subdue her when they get to wrestling around, which happens more and more frequently once they start to get touchy, but before they get truly intimate. It's a playful, mostly innocent way to blow off some steam and touch one another (which they're both desperate to do) without anything being too weird, and it often turns into Cooper teaching Lucy a thing or two about fighting. Once they start sleeping together, though, it often turns into Lucy pinned to the ground while Cooper holds her in place with one hand, working his fly open with the other, already grinding his fully hard cock against her before he fucks her breathless. Those big prey animal eyes of hers activate the predator in him like crazy.

He refuses to take off a single article of clothing that isn't the duster or the hat, but once they start to get really close, he'll shed things. It would start slow, though. Rolled up sleeves to expose his forearms, a little sliver of his throat and chest exposed after he undoes a few buttons. Eventually he'd take his gloves off, wanting to feel her soft skin under his hands more than he wants to hide them from her. It's a very rewarding risk to take; the first time she feels his bare hands touch between her legs, she cums nearly instantly, not just from the way he manages to make her feel physically, but from the overwhelming joy she feels at the level of trust he's showing her.

Lucy is so used to having Chet and his very obvious attraction to her around that Cooper's aloofness drives her absolutely crazy at first. Initially, she couldn't care less if the old jerk is interested in her, because she hates him. She hates everything about him and she tries her hardest to not be like him. But the more she gets to know him, the more she realizes how similar they already are, she starts to develop what she realizes is a little crush on him. That's embarrassing enough for her (and the feeling is mutual, right down to the embarrassment), but it's even worse when she starts to be nicer to him, flirt with him, even, and he barely responds. Slowly, she increases the obviousness of her attraction, but even when she's basically laying it out on the table without explicitly saying it, he brushes her off, doesn't even seem to register her moves. Granted, she isn't insanely experienced, but for that very reason she also isn't very tactful about it...the old man simply doesn't believe she knows what she's doing. Growing up in the vault has just made her that friendly, he tells himself. Writes her off as naively, unintentionally coming across as flirtatious, assuming she'd never be with someone like him, no matter how hard she tries to demonstrate otherwise. She basically has to grab him by the collar and shove her tongue into his mouth to convey her meaning and get it to stick.

Speaking of Chet, Cooper teases her mercilessly about the "cousin stuff" thing when she lets it slip, at least at first. Eventually, though, he lets her live, even starts to pry a little about it. What exactly does "cousin stuff" entail? He wants to know how far she's gone, and even though the answer is "not very, really", he still feels an ugly sense of possession start to wrap around his brain at the thought of another man touching her, feeling her skin, making her feel good. When they fool around early on he just can't help himself, asking "Did he touch you here?" the first time his hands find their way under her shirt, into her pants, "Did he make you feel like that?" the first time he makes her cum. It's pretty embarrassingly needy in his mind, but she happily reassures him that anything she did with Chet was out of boredom, basically, and that he could never make her feel the way Cooper does.

He doesn't ask about Max, though. It seems to him that the two likely didn't get up to much in the time they were together, and it's pretty clearly painful territory for her to discuss. He avoids asking her about old paramours when it comes to genuine romantic feelings, and hopes she'll have the courtesy to do the same. Discussing sexual histories is one thing. However, once the two realize they're falling in love themselves, they'll have to have a whole long, awkward talk about it. He's told her about Janey plenty at this point; she's the reason he keeps going every day, so it's hard for him to not talk about her once he has someone he trusts to talk to. He never talks about Barb, though, mentioning "Janey's mother" offhandedly at best. When he finally tells Lucy about her, about how their marriage ended, he cries. Well, he doesn't quite cry, but his voice breaks and his lip quivers in a way that shows more vulnerability and emotion than he has in forever, and it makes Lucy want to hold him close, protect him. After their big talk, they have sex. After they have sex, they exchange "I love yous" out loud, face to face for the first time.

She isn't completely blind to how possessive Cooper is of her. She knows how territorial he can be, and the thrill-seeking side of her wants so badly to try and make him a little jealous. However, she also knows how unreasonable he can be, as well, and she isn't really willing to put anyone else's life or limbs on the line for a little extra excitement. It's wise of her, since she doesn't really grasp the full extent of the older man's desire to keep her for his own. Really, all she needs to do is laugh at another man's jokes a little too loudly, smile a little too big at him, and the minute they're alone he's bending her over the most stable surface he can find and pumping her full of multiple loads, slapping her bare ass beet red as he does it. She'd never admit to how much she enjoys the spanking, but obviously she can't hide how soaking wet it makes her.

The moment he initially uses that lasso on her for the first time, she instantly develops a rope kink. She doesn't really know that that's what it is; all she knows is that any time she sees him using it, she can't look away, can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. Especially if he uses it during any kind of combat. He'll notice her looking, and he figures he knows what she's thinking, but he's a little afraid to tie her up too much, always secretly a bit afraid that she'll randomly decide (or reveal) that she hates and finds him repulsive in the middle of them having sex. He doesn't want to fully restrain her, but when he finally decides to use it on her just a little, tying her wrists together above her head as he teases every inch of her naked body with his tongue, her reaction makes him much more agreeable to doing so again in the future. Maybe one day he'll feel comfortable enough to full-on hog tie her. It would drive Lucy crazy.

Similarly, he's got his own little thing for watching her sleep. He doesn't partake, himself, not wanting to deal with the vulnerability of unconsciousness, both physical and mental, but seeing her so relaxed and sweet and exposed often gets him going. Once it comes to light, she's agreeable to him touching her, using her while she sleeps, but he worries about waking her up. Good rest is rare in the Wasteland, and he wouldn't want to deprive her of something so important for smoothskins just to have sex with him. So, despite him certainly finding the idea of somnophilia very appealing and despite her being open to the idea, he almost always refrains...unless they're staying somewhere especially safe, or she's sleeping harder than usual. Even then, all he typically allows himself is to touch her a bit while he strokes himself off. But sometimes he simply can't help himself and he'll spend long, slow, agonizing minutes silently undressing her just enough that he can slip his cock inside her. He's never woken her up yet, but they always go again the next morning when she wakes up and realizes what's happened.

[szollibisz]

Do you have any hcs abt how Curt and Owen "came out" to one another? (Using the term loosely cuz obviously they can't just be like "IM GAY") And also how they got together (who fell first etc etc)

Ok, so to preface this, my favourite thing about curtwen is just how many ways you can interpret their pre-canon relationship.

I try to keep their story relatively loose in my head, save for a few headcanons I very strongly believe in, because it's more fun this way.

For me, the #1 headcanon that's in all the iterations I think of, is that they hated each other at first. I think their personalities clash way too much for them to be all buddy-buddy on the first day. (Physical attraction? maybe. Was it minuscule compared to their irritation with each other? yes.)

I just think it's interesting how the two of them gradually (and begrudgingly) start to care about each other.

I think their "friendship stage" is one of my favourite parts about the whole thing. Now I refuse to believe either of those men have friends. Maybe coworkers and acquaintances, but not friends. Which is why this stage lasts so little.

As their work their way up to care for and respect each other, both of them go a little crazy about it.

It's the first time in years or even decades they felt genuine affection and maybe even trust, and both of them are extremely starved for it. So it really doesn't take much for them to fall for each other. (especially since the aforementioned physical attraction was always there and only getting stronger as they learned to tolerate each other)

I imagine, because of this, Owen was the one who fell first, and he employed his usual tactic for dealing with unwanted feelings: Being an ass and depriving himself of good things. He got more intense about his work, trying to immerse himself in it, so he'll stop thinking about Curt. He stayed up late, didn't even try to take it easy when he had a migraine, drank shit coffee and other great things.

It technically worked. He looked like shit, which in turn made Curt worried, and if Owen completely invalidated his worries the two of them would get into a fight, be mad at each other and not interact so much. Owen thought this would make him not yearn for Curt so bad (he still did, in fact, yearn for him that bad)

When Curt realized he was in love with Owen he was pretty horrified. Like listen. If someone has commitment issues it's Curt. Maybe he had a boyfriend or two during his teenage years/twenties, but they didn't end well, and since then he's been trying to keep everybody at arms length. He convinced himself Owen wasn't so bad because hey. They were just buddies (and Curt desperately needed a buddy.)

He tried to shove down and ignore his feelings, but moaning your friend's name while banging another guy may just be a little more than what you can avoid.

He never understood why Owen turned so cold suddenly, and he was terrified Owen just didn't like or trust him anymore. In turn he was also mad at him for trying to shut him out.

Their little hate renaissance could only last so long though. They were still each other's only friends and no matter what they did they kept being drawn back to each other.

This was a super long preface but. I am not normal about those two.

So. different scenarios and headcanons and whatnot

1. Either one of them somehow discovers the other is gay. This would probably mean Owen finding out about Curt, because, I wholeheartedly believe that man would leave during a mission sometimes just to get a quick fuck in. Maybe Owen finds out with evidence (fast & easy method) or he just starts strongly suspecting with his great spying and deduction skills (slow & torturous method, he'd try to convince himself he's just seeing what he wants to see) either way, the confrontation would be very uncomfortable for both of them. Curt would deny it ofc, and Owen would go through the internal battle of "tell him it's fine, you won't rat him out, but be a little homophobic about it, so maybe you can keep the only friend you have, but also be ok with the fact that he'll always be with other men and never you" or "tell him you're gay too, maybe he likes you, maybe not, and potentially risk losing your job and livelihood and everything you've ever worked for" He'd most likely end up doing the latter, surprising both Curt and himself. (He's already way more into Curt than he admits to himself) And things escalate from there.

2. Dramatic post mission (maybe a "I thought I'd never see you again" moment) This is where their friendship gets really interesting to me. For a scenario like this the months long yearning is a given, maybe even a lot of unresolved tension between the two (which would probably be resolved with violence anyways) They care very deeply about each other by now. They know each other better than anyone, and their idyllic relationship is only made into a living hell by all the pining. At this point I mean, they'd buy each other birthday gifts, go over to the other's house when they were in the same country and share way too much info over drinks. Their job is always dangerous, but even they can get scared. Maybe we're talking being crazy outnumbered, or a torture/hostage situations, or hell even a collapsing building. Point is, id either one of them thought the other (or both of them) may die, at this point they'd be impulsive enough to just say I love you or kiss the other. In the moment neither of them would care, and later on, when you'd normally talk about things like near death makeout sessions, they'd just. not. do that, because communication is for guys with better life prospects. This one has absolutely no coming-out talk in it, simply because they don't need it

3. Possibly drunk hookup Now clearly, we are talking about two of the most down bad men ever. This is one scenario, I think could also work really well when they still really hated each other. Maybe throughout their first few mission they both gathered enough evidence and sussed each other out, and after (yet another) explosive fight they might just. Alleviate the tension by not beating each other up but by. other means. They don't end up talking much about it, but it keeps happening, and wait maybe they don't even hate each other all that much. (This is the more sober option) The other one is where the "possibly drunk" comes in. If they've been friends for a while, they probably got used to working around each other and finding comfort in the other's presence. This includes little habits, inside jokes, and even (very small) physical touches. This probably wouldn't go down during a mission, it's more likely to happen at either Curt's or Owen's house, maybe during some holiday. Both of them realizing it's a pretty bad idea early on, because, without all the stress of the missions and navigating a foreign country all that's left is them and the feelings they have for each other. Owen would probably say no to drinks for the first few times, just to avoid a potentially dangerous situation, but Curt would wear him down eventually. Now, with both of them drunk and comfortable, it wouldn't take much for things to escalate. Maybe Curt forgets to take his hand off of Owen after patting him on the back, or Owen holds Curt gaze for a little too long. Either way, those two end up fucking. The next day both of them are a little horrified, but they manage to come clean about their feelings (even if it's in the most backwards and convoluted way possible)

Happy ending (or not) There's many more ways it could've happened, but I already wrote wayyyy too much I think.

In the end I don't think they'd ever have a proper conversation about homosexuality, even way into their relationship. It's something they slowly pick up on from each other. How ashamed are they, what makes them tick, what you shouldn't say etc. And then of course, since they don't communicate properly and sometimes purposefully hurt each other, they'd throw it all back in the other's face.

I'm not sure this is what you meant when you asked for hcs, but I got carried away.

[yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy]

Tsundere Rolan (Part 1)

Part 1 of a (one-sided) enemies-to-lovers fic about Rolan x himbo bard/marital class Tav.

● Tsundere Rolan master list

Part 1 takes place during the interim after Rolan becomes the master of the tower/ before the final battle.

I color-coded the dialogue for Rolan, Lia, and Cal.

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Rolan hates Tav, and is currently ranting to Cal and Lia about it.

"He’s always meddling— sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, telling other people what to do. Tav is an insouciant, sanctimonious, do-gooder! He's a smarmy, flirtatious, cocksure, himbo! He's all brawn with no brains!"

Cal and Lia shoot each other a knowing look as Rolan's tail slowly rises and begins to form an 'S' shape while he rants— before it abruptly slams down and curls close Rolan's body, it's spade angrily twitching.

"He’s insufferable."

Lia's been needing new material to tease Rolan with, so she decides to prod him on his "hatred" for Tav.

"He isn't that bad Rolan, why do you insist on hating him?"

Rolan instantly takes the bait.

"Because he thinks that he can smile and charm his way out of anything with his ruggedly handsome face and sultry eyes!"

Cal chimes in to help Lia rile Rolan up.

"He does have beautiful eyes."

Rolan's tail starts lashing side-to-side in ire as he becomes possessive over Tav protective over Cal.

"Ugh, say it in a more dreamy, wistful, voice why don't you!? I am not impressed by how he manages to convince people to acquiesce to his requests by merely smiling at them! I heard someone refer to him as a 'beefcake'. I can't comprehend why people swoon for that fool. Are they really so vain that they're falling over themselves simply because Tav looks strong enough to snap a tree trunk in half with his bare hands!?"

Rolan is so incensed that he doesn't notice the mischievous twinkle in Lia's eyes as she thirsts over Tav.

"He is a rather large man Rolan. Can you honestly say that you've never wondered if he's proportionally large down there?"

Agast, Rolan stutters over his words while furiously blushing.

"WHAT!? Z-ZRUGAN, LIA! NO! I h-haven't pondered over t-that. And if you have wondered if that annoyingly attractive, inane, bolder of a man is... if he has a, a l-lar— I'd rather not know about it!"

"Pfft, I don't believe you."

"Well I'm not a degenerate with terrible taste in men like you are, Lia."

"Terrible taste!? He's hot, anyone with functional eyes can see that he's hot!"

Cal quickly interjects before his siblings can start squabbling.

"Rolan! Tav being physically attractive isn't the only reason why everyone has the hots for him. He's also a really cool guy. He saved us tieflings at the Grove and in the Shadowlands. AND he helped you defeat Lorroakan. He helps others without expecting anything in return. Tav is genuinely kind— it's hard to find people like that."

Lia smugly chimes in.

"And he's hot."

Cal agrees, nodding sagely.

"And he's hot."

Rolan throws his hands up, deciding that he's heard enough, stormimg away while muttering to himself.

"I don't know why I bother... 'beefcake'— ugh, how crass... stupid sexy Tav..."

Cal and Lia both know that Rolan is lashing out because he's down bad for Tav, but that he's too emotionally constipated to realize it.

"Oh, he's down bad." Cal says.

"The worst part is he doesn't even know that he's down bad." Lia responds.

So Cal and Lia hatch a plot to hook their brother up with Tav.

"We need to help that stubborn idiot get with Tav." Lia says while rubbing her temples in an effort to stave off a headache.

"Yeah..."

"Ugh, I hope that finally getting laid helps Rolan relax and not be so pissy all the time." Lia sighs, exasperated.

Cal grimaces as he replies, "As much as I don't want to think about Rolan having sex, I wholeheartedly agree. So what's the plan?

[an-au-blog]

(the draft cleaning continues)

We need a "Out Of My League" type of au, where Zoro and Sanji "secretly" like each other so much that it's obnoxious. Everyone but them knows about it.

it's mutual pining where both of them are scared shitless to do anything about their feelings because they both think the other one deserves way better.

Zoro is wholeheartedly convinced that Sanji is the most attractive person on earth (not necessarily just looks, but his kindness, fighting skills and charm all together) and that it's science. And in his mind there's only 3 infinite things: the universe, people's (Zoro's) stupidity and Sanji's attractiveness levels. When he sees how he acts around women and how he'd flirt with anyone but him, he starts acting like a 5 y/o who picks on his crush to get attention. Which kind of works in the sense where they get plenty of physical contact. But it also backfires because Zoro is convinced self sabotaged himself and made Sanji hate him.

Sanji, however is nothing like what Zoro thinks. He can't even flirt with women like he used to. Ever since he met Zoro he has been thinking about him. He tries to distract himself by flirting with strangers but then he feels Zoro's eyes burning holes in him. He'd rather die than get rejected by Zoro. He's sure Zoro would reject him and then avoid him like the plague, so he just tries to act as natural as he can. He finds out that it's safest to flirt with Nami and Robin instead because it's so much easier and they know about his feelings towards the swordsman.

They both get jealous as hell, but Zoro's the only one doing anything about it. He picks fights or annoys Sanji as much as possible just so he doesn't have to watch the one he loves woo someone else. He believes that Sanji will find a beautiful wife one day, but he wants to be selfish for a little while longer. He wants to indulge the thought that he can be at his side.

And of course, Sanji knows for a fact that one day Zoro will be the greatest swordsman in the world. So why should some cook, who wasn't even born right, drag him down. He can't make Zoro settle for him. He can't bare the thought of chaining him down to a restaurant once he opens one. They're dreams are just too incompatible.

Zoro finally tried to do something but every time he tries to be nice to or even smile at the man he has the biggest crush on, he starts stress smoking, looking at the floor like a kicked puppy. Which infuriates the cook because he thinks that he's being made fun of. It's gotten so bad, that instead of Sanji getting sad, he gets mad at Zoro and starts a fight. Eye contact starts getting so hard that Zoro starts having doing the headbutt thing just so he can look at him in the eye.

[majaloveschris]

About that girl, I think it was revealed that those messages were faked anyway. Doesn't really matter now, considering it was so long ago though. I also think it was way to random to have been real anyway. I mean, her "story" and those "screenshots" just popped up out of nowhere. Also, look at when it happened. It happened when a lot of fake stuff was coming out after he was tied to A and this situation. The whole thing just seemed faked, like a lot of stuff that's happened.

Also, and this is just my opinion, and I know people would disagree, but I don't think he goes around DMing a bunch of random women on Instagram the way a lot of people think and have said. I think, like other things people have said about him, it's something that just became exaggerated and people took it and ran with it, like they do a lot of things, especially with a lot of lies that have come out pertaining to this situation he's in now. I also think it's tied to this "extreme sexual man whore" image a lot of people have sprouted about him, which I also think isn't true. I think it comes from a place of hate, so people make up things or hear a rumour online with no substantial evidence that it could be true and run with it like its gospel. Or people go around reading tarot blogs and taking the readings as 100% truth. It's like when someone on another gossip was spouting how he had slept with this younger actress and had apparently treated her bad (yelled at her, etc.) and it came out that the person who kept spouting that was someone who was actually stalking him and quite possibly had a mental health problem. See what I mean. You can't take everything people say to be the truth.

Obviously, I'm not saying he hasn't had hookups, or has made arrangements with women he's probably known for a while. But that's the point, I think he's someone who feels more comfortable with women he already knows. And there's nothing wrong with that. But I don't believe he's comfortable just going out there and messaging random women online all the time, even if he may find them physically attractive. Now, we've seen before he's followed some women when he first started his IG, but we have no evidence he actually DM'd anyone. He's a typical male in the sense that when a beautiful woman posts herself openly online, he'll look. But like I said, these are my opinions. He's said himself he gets shy and intimidated when there's a women he finds attractive. And no, I'm not saying he's innocent or holy, but I just don't think he's as extreme as a lot of make him out to be. I think he's just human, like the rest of us. We're freaking complex lol.

Was it proved to be fake? I didn't hear about it. I don't know if I would say it came out at a weird time. Didn't she say something like her boyfriend cheated on her? Anyways, she said something about the boyfriend, so she probably shared those to show him she could've gotten him. Either way, whether it's true or not, it doesn't really mean or prove anything, other than he might've reached out to a girl on Instagram. 

I don't even know why this whole he is texting women on Instagram thing became something. Following someone doesn't mean you immediately reach out to them to bone down. I didn't see anyone saying or stating anything like that up until this girl, and whether this was real or fake, it's only just one girl still. I'm also not saying he's never had a one-night stand or never hooked up with anyone, but I do agree that saying he's had sex with every single woman he's ever interacted with is a reach. 

People definitely shouldn't believe everything they read online about him or believe tarot readers. There are a lot of people who simply don't like him, so they start nasty rumors about him, or people who are way too obsessed with him and have nothing better to do. I always say how important it is to take everything with a huge grain of salt, because you don't know these nameless, faceless people, but some people are lost, and you can't convince them. 

[teaandchoux]

Everything Wrong With Five x Lila

☆ A Yapping Session ☆

Notes: TUA Season 4 was a colossal disappointment, but of all the things I didn't like, Five x Lila had to take first place. As always, spoilers after the cut !!

I think the most obvious problem with it all was the age-gap. With a character like Five, whose mental age was such a big leap from his physical age, problems were naturally going to arise when it came to romance. In season 4 (but before the metro incident), he was about 60+ years old mentally and 19-20 years old appearance-wise, while Lila was in her mid-thirties. One could argue that this wasn't illegal - by (approx.) 25 years old, the brain would have fully developed and can make sound decisions in romantic situations, thus age gaps were no longer so significant. This could be true, but it was still far from being normal.

It's almost like some fans have forgotten who Five really is due to his appearance as a young and attractive man. They like how soft he becomes with her, how happy he seems. However, they're forgetting that-

This isn't him: This is him:

Now think back to all the scenes between Lila and Five in the show and substitute young Five for age-accurate Five. Creepy, right? Five isn't the innocent character deserving of the 'love' he finds in Lila after all he has been through, he's someone who should have had the maturity and rationality to not date someone mentally half his age and is also his brother's wife.

With that being said, I don't believe Five would ever do such a thing. It's blatant mischaracterisation to make the character whose top priority had been his family almost the entire show throw it all away in those 7 years of being stuck with Lila. I mention the 7 years because it seemed like the writers' excuse for making them fall in love. Their reasoning is essentially "It's a long time and they were losing hope, so we can't blame them for turning to each other". It's like saying that a man and woman cannot co-exist for so long without catching feelings, regardless of whether they were in-laws or not. 7 years should also have been nothing to Five; he never lost hope when stuck in the apocalypse for 40+ years, so why now?

What I also hate about this is how they butchered Lila x Diego. From the storyline, Lila apparently fell out of love with Diego because she thought he complained too much and had a dad bod. The domestic life doesn't suit either of them, that much was clear and understandable, but while Diego communicated his unhappiness outwardly (albeit excessively), Lila went behind everyone's back to cults and such to "keep her life interesting". Not to mention that despite his complaints, Diego still put his all into caring for his family. He learned Punjabi to speak to his in-laws, consistently went to his boring job, and risked his life just to bring home some stuffed animals for his children. The story even showed him maturing and realising how much his family meant to him, after which he changed his way and became more loving and affectionate when Lila came back. What hurt the most was that he went through that development for nothing because Lila had already cheated on him with Five. Lila and Diego's relationship had had seasons to develop and solidify, how did it all lose to the 5-minute montage of Five and Lila eating rats in the subway?? This season painted both Lila and Five as selfish and cruel people, which I don't think should be true for either of them.

During their argument on going back to their original timeline, Lila said herself that she did not actually love him, but what they had was purely for survival. In other words, she used him to cope with her loneliness and abandoned him at the first chance she got to return home. Yet it was also said by Steve Blackman that if they had more time, Lila "would have stayed with Five". These inconsistencies between what happened in the show and what was said by the writer did not help to sell their relationship, and only served to show how poorly formulated and executed it was.

Moreover, I want to mention how this all spawned from Steve Blackman thinking that Five needs a love story. I don't think he did, but even if it is a necessity for some reason, there were so many options that didn't involve being a homewrecker (he could have been placed with model!Delores, his assistant at the CIA, etc.). Blackman even paired with his previous claim about Five: "How can he have a love story? He's not the kind of guy who's going to date". So while it was already established that Five having a love-interest was unlikely, the show went out of their way to make it happen anyway.

Regarding the ending, we ultimately got no closure on either relationship but only what Steve Blackman said externally to the show (which I don't agree with). We also got the cliché phrase "I see you" from Diego, saying that he understood Lila for who she truly was. But what did he actually mean by this? That he understood why she cheated on him? That he realised that she has fallen out of love with him? Was he displaying acceptance or anger? There was no time left for elaboration, and that was it. They all died and were erased from existence.

Wish I had covered my eyes while watching this season 💔

[vrepit-salt]

anyways domestic & romantic MXES headcanons bc I love him. good evening.

MXES x gn! Reader

• So for funsies, let's say he acquires a way for him to exist in the physical world. That can be a robotic body, or another physical manifestation. How you interpret how that came to be, or how he exists irl is up to you. You think he's attractive regardless got dam <3

• He's more sentient than you realized at first. The longer you're with him, the more he reveals his emotions to you.

• He is overwhelmed upon seeing the natural world. Every plant or bug or creature he comes across is met with intense curiosity, and he researches everything he discovers. Everything is so green and full of life and movement. You caught him standing still, absolutely entranced when a small yellow butterfly landed on his hand. He's never been the same since. He also likes fireflies especially. He pets every cat that comes up to him.

• He has a supportive and quiet presence if you have to study/work on something/etc. He'll sit close to you and work on coding, conjuring up the 538th security node for your place or researching stuff he finds interesting (he totally has like 400 tabs open). He likes to stay busy, so he'll always find something to do, especially if it means he gets to vibe with you.

• He's curious about your well being. If you get sick, injured or aren't feeling well for whatever reason, he's basically getting his Google MD to figure out how to help you.

• MXES often is non verbal, but you understand his intentions and thoughts regardless. He uses his hands and gestures a lot to communicate, his eyes are really expressive too. You're mesmerized by them sometimes.

• When be tilts his head at you, you can't help but melt a little inside and find him adorable. You hate it now, because he's figured out that's how he can convince you to do something.

• Likes to have things in order, so when you come home from class or work, you find your place cleaned and organized often. You tell him he doesn't have to do that, but he insists. On your days off, you both work on chores with music gently playing throughout the place.

• HE LIKES HIS EARS BEING CARESSED, HE'LL ABSOLUTELY DIE IF YOU DO THAT WHEN YOU'RE CUDDLING HIM.

• If you've had a stressful day or need to vent, he's very good at listening. He'll sit in front of you at eye level and his full attention is on you. He doesn't speak, and lets you spill your heart out. He's receptive to the way your tone changes, or if you say something particularly distressing. You notice his ears move or perk up with your words.

• If you get too worked up and start crying, he's instantly holding you. He rests his head on yours and remains silent.

• When you're away, he's always messaging you to see how you're doing. He sends you random memes. He also definitely sends like 700 heart emojis. He also sends this emoji a lot -> 🤨. This idiot either speaks normally or in hieroglyphs. ">//types like this."

• He has a hard time relaxing or powering down, since he was so used to essentially always working to keep the security running at the pizzaplex. He believes if he lets his guard down, something bad will happen. You work with him on that.

• Still kind of paranoid because of his experience at the pizzaplex. It's such a fundamental part of him to try to secure, contain and protect. If someone unexpectedly knocks at your door, or sends you weird messages, etc., he's scoping out the situation to look for any threats. Rest in peace the scammers who try to scam you.

• Likes to hold you close when you lay down. He's kinda clingy, and likes to grab onto you like a plushie. You're okay with this, but you have to peel him off you if you need to move or get up.

• definitely purrs a little.

• He powers down and recharges in fragments so sometimes he's up at weird hours.

• If you drive, he'll try to accompany you. You have to get tinted windows so people don't look at your car weird. He'll sit in the passenger seat and ask about passing shops or buildings. He loves it when you're driving and singing along to the music, he just stares in amusement. He remembers your favorite songs and makes a playlist for you.

• If he notices you're falling asleep at your computer, he'll discreetly turn it off remotely to force you to take a break.

• Totally blue screens irl if you kiss him on his nose. I don't make the rules.

• Can he cook? Not really. Will he try? Yes. Did he accidentally set a pot on fire once and freaked out and refused to turn on the stove for 2 weeks? Perhaps.

• Is keenly aware of all the recent news or updates regarding fazbear entertainment or the demise of the pizzaplex. The mimic went missing after MXES was taken offline by Cassie, so he stays informed. He wish he could do more. He feels guilty about it.

• Hackerman 3000. You'll have the most robust security system ever. Not even the FBI can track you down.

• Becomes a flustered mess when you kiss him or show him romantic affection. His ears droop down all the way and he essentially glitches out. You have to ensure you haven't broken him. lord help him he's got it bad.

• He enjoys looking outside and listening to the rain. He'll often just sit by the window and watch any lightning in the sky. He makes note of how it resembles parts of his arms.

Gotdamn this is so long im so sorry goodnight lmao <3

[eerna]

so how's fourth wing so far :]

CHECK IN TIME! OK so I am on chapter 22, which is the 51% mark of the book. I continue to be disappointed, but now I have read enough of the book to know I'm not overreacting or judging too early.

Anachronisms continue to run rampant. At one point the MC uses the expression "Are our wires crossed?", which is an explicit reference to telephones, meaning this world has telephones but not pens. This could have easily been a modern fantasy and better for it, there is 0 reason for keeping it a historical setting.

I am on chapter 22 approximately because I actually accidentally fell asleep during Amber's trial and it was so insanely ridiculous I just signed off, and then rewinded to the beginning of the chapter when I woke up. Dain not believing his best freind in the entire world and a bunch of other people because "AMBER LOVES RULES TOO MUCH TO BREAK THEM!!" is one of the funniest scenes I've ever seen.

The characters.... Good lord literally everyone is just an empty shell of a person, someone who serves a certain role in the story and nothing else. It's been a while since I read a book where not a single character gave me anything to work with. That includes bad things I could complain about, or flaws. No one dares step a toe outside the stereotypical roles - wow, here's the Petite Delicate MC With Hidden Power, her Overprotective Childhood Best Friend (well ok he is depicted as bad in this one but more on that later), her Fun Extroverted New Best Friend, the Mysterious Brooding Dark Haired Bad Boy, the Evil Bitch, the Craaaaazy Murderous Competitor....... Like damn give me SOMETHING.

The deaths that people say raise the stakes and feel brutal and realistic are really funny to me because it is Super Obvious who is gonna be next to die. Why are we suddenly focusing on this random background character? Because they are gonna perish next page. Please pretend to be shocked when it happens. Rinse and repeat.

Ngl the "our dragons are mates and that means we are gonna be serving the army together for the rest of their lives also gotta learn how to work together" as a forced proximity method is an absolutely amazing idea. Too bad I feel nothing for this specific combination of characters.

The romance is so immature. It's not even SJM level relationship development. So Violet is in love with her childhood best friend, but then decides she doesn't want to be with him because there is no "spark" when they kiss. Not because he is controlling and belittles her and has no faith in her. Oh no. It's about how she can't even look at Xaden without getting horny!!!! It's about how she hates him as a person but his BODYYY WOWWWW YUMMMMM!!!! PLENTY of sparks!! At one point she describes his cousin and feels the need to specify the two look similar, but she is NOT physically attracted to him, which is just so funny. The book is still painfully straight and treats me to the "Big Burly Muscular Man and his Tiny Dainty Little Woman" shtick.

It's the EPITOME of those "imagine a book where..." tiktoks. Ohhhh the villain is KILLIN PEOPLE to SAVE THE MC even though she thought HE HATED HER..... Oooohhh he has DARK HAIR and ENCOURAGES HER TO BE STRONG....... Ooooooh the MC has bnded to THE STRONGEST DRAGON EVER and also HAS TWO BONDED DRAGONS which has NEVERRR HAPPENED BEFORE...... It feels like a collection of out-of-context quotes meant to be shown as a greenscreen backdrop while the reader pretends to be screaming into their hand in the foreground.

All in all. I am still not enraged angry the way some other books from the book club have made me, but we still haven't reached the smut so there's plenty of time for the nosedive. I'm just reading this and wondering why this specifically was chosen as the next Big Thing. What makes it special??? I see Nothing. Maybe I will find out if I keep going - I don't personally have to like it, but I'd like to figure out why so many other people do.

[hpowellsmith]

About your new "saturday question" ("Do you prefer expressing your MC's sexual/romantic orientation via who they do/don't romance, or specifying via a choice? Bonus: would you ever enjoy setting an orientation at the start and having the opportunity for it to shift during the game?")

So, in games with only gender selectable ROs I usually just set the genders of all characters to the one I'm most interested in as a rule of thumb, meaning it doesn't really matter which way the game asks me for this

Other than that, I tend to prefer being able to actively pick my MC's orientation in a choice dedicated to this. But I also don't have strong opinions about it one way or another to be fair.

Now, there are a few styles of orientation selection that I really DISlike on the other hand and that are sort of pet peeves of mine:

When the MC sees a random person who they think is attractive and you have to select if said person is a man or a woman (or two different people, one of each, for a bi MC). I really hate it when the game forces my MC to think a character is attractive. And what if I decided my MC is not attracted to the sort of features that person has? Or maybe I want my MC to only ever have been attracted to the RO even if they are conscious of their orientation? It's weirdly restrictive.

When the MC meets with someone who is a set gender, and the game offers the choice to say that MC thinks that character is attractive because they're into that gender or that MC doesn't think so because they are not into that gender. For the same reasons as the previous point - it forces the MC to actually be attracted to someone I don't want them to be attracted to. Bonus negative points (for this and the previous case) if the MC not being attracted to the shown characters nor anyone else currently means the MC is ace and/or aro. Drives me crazy.

When selecting MC's orientation sets RO genders AND selecting the MC is bi/pan makes the game assign genders to the RO on a half and half basis without letting the player decide which ones are which gender. At least it doesn't happen much in games that include NB options for ROs.

The worse version of the previous point: when selecting for the MC to be ace doesn't ALSO forces specific genders on a half and half basis for the ROs because the game assumes being ace means having no preferences when it comes to romance. Fortunately I didn't see that happen much anymore.

When the game forces the MC to have dated a rando previously as a way to decide their orientation. Bonus negative points when it also forces the MC to have lost their virginity to said rando unless we set the MC as outright ace. It not only seems to assume the MC can't know their orientation if they didn't actively date, but also that unless you're ace it's impossible you didn't go physical with someone you dated.

Okay, sorry, it seems every time I answer one of these saturday questions of yours, I end up ranting!

So, onto your bonus question!

To be honest, I actually would be too scared of selecting the orientation of my MC (as the one my MC supposes they are) and hope for a possible change / the MC realizing they are instead bi or something else, because like... How do I know if the game will allow me to change? Most don't. So unless it's outright specified on the game's page or something, I just don't risk it.

With that being said, I will always remember "A Study in Steampunk" fondly in that regard. A lot of players seem to believe you have to actively state in early chapters that your MC is into men to be able to romance Finch, but it's not true! The choice where the MC thinks that it WOULD be nice to find a wife doesn't actually lock you into the female ROs, it just locks your MC into believing he's straight. And that gives place to different flavor text if you then express romantic interest in Finch. And that's actually my favorite way to play that game. So yeah, I really like a MC thinking they are straight and discovering they are not if it's actually a thing that is discussed in the game and what not, but the issue is about knowing that's a possibility or not in any given name. I would have never known about the possibility in "A Study in Steampunk" had I not code-dived after a few playthroughs out of curiosity only to discover the specific variables and "hidden scenes" in the code!

this ask is in response to this post!

When the MC sees a random person who they think is attractive and you have to select if said person is a man or a woman

Ahaaa, yes - that can be awkward. In Blood Money the orientation question was framed with a couple of men flirting with the PC; there are a lot of different options like "I flirt back because I think they're attractive" or "even if I'm into men, I don't like it so I ignore them". I don't really mind it when I come across it in games - probably because I tend to play quite flirty characters who find lots of people attractive! - but it can feel a bit off, I think. Especially when it's a random person the PC won't encounter again.

When selecting MC's orientation sets RO genders AND selecting the MC is bi/pan makes the game assign genders to the RO on a half and half basis without letting the player decide which ones are which gender.

Yeah, I don't enjoy that myself. I much prefer choosing individually: there are kinds of characters that I enjoy more or less when they're particular genders. Also if they're assigned like that it can feel like they're a kind of default, I think.

When the game forces the MC to have dated a rando previously as a way to decide their orientation. Bonus negative points when it also forces the MC to have lost their virginity to said rando unless we set the MC as outright ace. It not only seems to assume the MC can't know their orientation if they didn't actively date, but also that unless you're ace it's impossible you didn't go physical with someone you dated.

Oh - yeah that feels uncomfortable to me on several different levels! I definitely prefer things like having had a previous partner being up to the player to decide, and like you say people are perfectly able to know their orientation without having dated/slept with someone of whichever gender.

I actually would be too scared of selecting the orientation of my MC (as the one my MC supposes they are) and hope for a possible change / the MC realizing they are instead bi or something else, because like… How do I know if the game will allow me to change?

Agreed, this is something I've been thinking about a bit (which I've mentioned on a couple of the other answers). I think it's hard to frame it in a way that makes it clear it's not a bug/disrespecting a player's choice, while keeping it diagetic. Maybe it's better to have it be an OOC note rather than an in-game thing, for clarity...

With that being said, I will always remember "A Study in Steampunk" fondly in that regard.

Having played A Study in Steampunk many times and romanced Finch and Alexandra, I didn't realise there was that option! That's wonderful. Honestly, A Study in Steampunk is a masterclass in many different things - I love it! (I should probably replay it because it's soooo good...)

Okay, sorry, it seems every time I answer one of these saturday questions of yours, I end up ranting!

Haha don't worry, ranting is what I'm interested in hearing! It's why I've been asking :D

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

People going on about how Mai isn't Zuko's type...

Yeah Prince "I'm never happy" Zuko is tooootally not Mai's type! Zuko makes cynical jokes and passive aggressive remarks even when he wasn't around Mai.

Not sure what people are getting at with saying Mai isn't Zuko's type.

"She's not the character I ship him with, so she can't possibly be his type."

The very scene that made me ship Maiko on my first rewatch of the show makes it very clear that these two are perfect for each other:

"You're so beautiful when you hate the world"

"I don't hate you"

"I don't hate you either"

COME ON, PEAK MOODY TEEN FLIRTING!

Even in "The Beach", the episode that focused on their relationship issues the most, we see just how much Zuko loves Mai exactly for who she is. He was ready to starting making out the second she snapped at everyone to leave her alone. He even said "I like it when you express yourself" because surprise surprise, Zuko likes that Mai doesn't put up with anyone's bullshit - including his own.

"Oh but he insulted her that sam episode" And how many times did he insult Iroh in all three seasons? We can believe that he does love his uncle after all that, but he and Mai don't get along for ONE episode and suddenly this is proof of incompatibility?

Hell, when Sokka refered to her as "that gloomy girl that sighs a lot" Zuko confirmed that was indeed who Mai was - and he had the dorkiest "I am in love" face ever. Not to mention him being all proud of her when she told the guard she didn't need any protection.

He likes Mai for who she is. He doesn't want her to be more like Katara, or Jin, or Ty Lee, or anyone other than herself.

He also is very clearly physically attracted to her - hence all the cuddling and him trying to shove his tongue down her throat every five minutes, even with other people around (seriously, watch book 3 and TRY to find a scene with these two in which they're not leaning on each other, or Zuko doesn't have his arm around her, or they are not frenching each other, it's freaking impossible).

Also, you TRY and make Zuko spend time with someone he genuinely doesn't like. You try telling the boy that called Ozai a fool AFTER the fucker had already disfigured and banished him.

If Zuko didn't have any interest in Mai, he would not have dated her, even if there was stuff like a political marriage in the plans. That boy is NOT good at ignoring his wishes and keeping his thoughts to himself. If he was being forced to be with Mai and personally disliked, he would NEVER shut up about it.

[sophisticatedgia]

My boyfriend thinks evolving means learning and doing new things and fun stuff. I do too, but different sort of "fun" stuff. Like living Christlike and in tune with nature the deep ecology of earth. He says all I like to do it sit in silence and pray. That's not true I love cuddling and kissing him and getting back massages. My eating disorder is out of hand. I need change. I hate living with my parents cus my unforgiving tyrannical older brother lives there and puts everyone down. I would say it's elder abuse against my ailing parents who have Parkinson's and multiple sclerosis. But it is what it is. I won't be able to date anyone once I go back there. It's cop country in my town everyone waving police support tshirts and flags. When I go to the gym there I workout next to the sheriff. When I was psychotic the cops used to stop me and bother me and make me go home when I was just trying to escape to a Christian farm. I am trapped in so many ways. My family basically kept me prisoner there instead of me making yerba mate tea and living sustainable natural lives with other Christians . I daresay it may have cured my socialization issues. What I like most now is doing nothing. Just laying there praying and not picking the scabs on my hands. When my hands r in prayer mode I can't pick them.

It sucks i hurt my foot on my bfs hoverboard, whatever the fudge that is. It literally cracked my foot sideways and I've been limping for days. So I been skipping the gym.

Right now my mission is to find an earbud that I just got an Amazon account for him to purchase. I have little patience and empathy for him to lose something so expensive and valuable one day after receiving it. But thats what he does. He's so stingy with money but has so much of it. And he insists that I find it while he's at work. There's so much clutter here I cannot romanticize it . He says normally he would pay "bitches" to clean it for him. Oh yeah heavy ass objects like huge toolboxes and elliptical machine?

Pisses me off cus my old friend who was friends w him. Hung out w him behind my back. They went dumpster diving. She's obsessed with it and theres so much clutter in her home because of it. Get more gotta get more! Well I guess that's how my stomach is isn't it?

Anyway recently she wanted to talk to me and bc I was in midst of break up with boyfriend I answered abruptly "about what?" And she was like NVM. Everyone is such a big baby. Did you know my bf told me she put her cat in the mailbox on a hot day and it died from the heat? I'm pissed.

as soon as I deactivated my Facebook account last night she sends my boyfriend a friend request.

My boyfriend tells me that I think im better than everyone and entitled. So you know what I think I better be a solider for myself and Christ. And be a single old hag for the rest of my life. Remembering and fuming with jealousy but also positivity and happiness at having loved and lost and that everyone can be happy without me.

My mom says that they are crude low people and she doesn't understand my attraction to someone who uses drugs. He loved me with a love that was so tender (at times) and light and gentle and deep and passionate. No one will ever replace him.

But to him I'll just be the retarded, entitled, useless, pointless evil "cunt" who is "absolutely perfect" when I am skinny. He said if he had in his mind the ideal physicality of a female mate I'd be his. He'd be mine but I think it's time to let him go.

You know it's kind of zen to be pointless and useless. Just being.

Sorry for TMI y'all. I cants believe i has so many followers and mutuals. Love!