#and i guess i took it too far with that comic
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hey I removed the comic I made yesterday bc I panicked over some negative comments lol
#I deleted it#bc I got super paranoid#it was maybe too disturbing I guess#i thought the imagery was cool and creepy#but I started spiraling the morning over people hating it#so I deleted it from everywhere I posted it#to be clear not really the people who posted negative comments faults#I just am. mentally ill#and i guess i took it too far with that comic#tho I had some people tell me it was cool ! so thatâs nice#but my brain says no#oops oh well#we out here. I guess#idk I think Iâm just spiraling in general rn#I can feel my monthly mental health downturn coming on#(period)#đđĽ˛đŹ#anyway nothing against the ppl who wrote negative comments !! all love#I donât think they did anything wrong#lol
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invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)
[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."
Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, âDonât brag. Jeez.â
Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.
At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.
"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.
Back to present, Vashâs head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, âSpikey.â
Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwoodâs sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."
In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping countâ" End ID]
Credits for ID here and here
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#another scars comic for one of the vw week days!!!! frankly i think about their scars WAY too often . most notably wolfwood's because#it really symbolizes a lot for him imo bc for vash it's a history of all the people that's ever harmed him betrayed him and the trust he has#given to humanity despite it all. its a beautiful reflection of his character and then u look at ww and presumably#since we dont really see him half naked Ever (shame) and i mean. i guess technically its a hc -- i assume he wouldn't have any scars bc#of the regen potions (which is why he doesnt have his t scars btw the regen pot took them away :pensive:)#in a way its like washing his hands of blood. giving him the body of someone who might never been involved in a fight never held a gun#but he knows thats not true yet he cant really do anything about it anyway bc he's still just human. if he stops taking the regen pots#he can't press forward. so its just a rinse and repeat and growing accustomed to whats inflicted on him because he knows it'll go away at#the end of the day. he's human but he's also not he's far beyond what could be considered a normal human but he still just is.#mortal but also not immortal. idk. i overthink about it a lot GMSKGMDK frankly i dont think it matters THAT much in the context of trimax#but it means a lot to me somehow. also thinking about how no matter how many times ww kills he's never numb to the sensation of it. maybe#the adrenaline gets to him for the beginning half but ive been rereading like.. vol 3? and that entire fight for ww#u can slowly see him spiral as he keeps on going on. anyway anyway. i love ww#ruporas art
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8/9 - Steph Brown tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang
Read the fic here!
Other cards:
1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick
Image IDs
Image 1:
A design of the "Judgement" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "JUDGEMENT". A symbol of two clouds is visible behind the numeral "XX".
Steph Brown faces foward in her Spoiler uniform. She has pupil-less white eyes and is shrouded in purple smoke. There are a few stylised lilac-coloured clouds in the foreground, partially obscuring her. The bottom half of Cluemaster's face is visible in the background with a hand reaching to grab her.
Image 2:
A design of the "Judgement" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "JUDGEMENT" upside-down. A symbol of a rabbit and a wolf is visible behind the numeral "XX".
Steph Brown stands with her back turned in her Robin uniform. She is standing in a pool of blood. A large shadowy Batman is in the background. The lower half of his face is visible and his hand reaches out to grab her. The yellow bat on his chest fades into the blood. The entire card is upside-down.
#fic rec: complete condor by vexfulfolly#batfam big bang#ok look Steph were maybe the second or third ones I designed#and by FAR took the least time somehow????#I really struggled with her in the thumbnail stages though#I had originally had her and cluemaster swapped since she was hunting him#but it made him the focus of the card#and I guess it make sense this way too- she is ultimately shaped by her father#even if not in the way he had wanted her to be#he didnât have control of her but his actions still controlled hers ykwim???#and then for reverse- well.#Bruce never wanted her as robin to begin with#and the job killed her#as a side- jason returned as red hood to Gotham just after she died so-#imagine that. he came back to find another dead robin- like they really WERE expendable to Bruce#steph brown#stephanie brown#the spoiler#robin#dc comics#fanart#batfam#tma#the magnus archives#tarot cards#tarot art#batman#my scribbles#cw blood#tw blood
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dunno if this counts as 'oc story' it's more just 'an oc's story' but
i should have been keeping an archive of events that he was present for the moment i decided he was gonna be this continuity-poisoned
EVERYONE QUICK describe your oc story in the worst way possible
#this is about dusty (the oc)#too bad a large portion of his story took place on a platform that doesn't save chatlogs </3#ngl i think as far as pokerole goes a bunch of references to the PSRP days are essentially DM saying something and me being like#'i don't remember that far back so sure why not'#this is also kind of why i feel it's so hard to write him nowadays#because i've straight up forgot a bunch of stuff#but rebooting him feels like betraying the character i guess?#so he's stuck in 'has a bunch of lore but we never talk about it'#now like this is an ok approach (to me at least). like whenever i use him outside of pokerole i just sort of gloss over that stuff anyways#like how i gloss over non-pokerole stuff in pokerole#but ngl i think if i remembered more of his adventures i could do him more justice#like how comic-related media has an insufferable amount of references to other comics#except it's about one eevee from one pokemon roleplay specifically#also i want to make him not part of pokemon interpol. but that's mostly dm's fault anyways.#when you remember grunt lyfe too hard :skull: <- incomprehensible to anyone who did not roleplay on pokemon showdown#anyways yeah i need to give this floofball. uh idk what exactly but he needs it bad
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#30 - "Your Choice"
Smaugust 2024
I am very fond of the second arc protagonists. They are my favorite collective of plot focus characters, which may be evident by the fact that I've been drawing them more than any other in this challenge. They are a very charming group, even if a few possible character connections are vastly underdeveloped (Moon and Turtle, Winter and Turtle, and Winter and Kinkajou could probably form very strong bonds if they were explored).
The flipside of fondness is usually the formation of strong opinions. I think about these guys a lot. One thing I initially thought was fine, but then struck me as strange on a revisit was the ending of Moonwatcher's book. You have the group (sans Winter), who previously struggled to accept Moon for her unintentionally invasive powers, ostensibly overcome their mistrust of her and solidify their respective bonds with her. Kinkajou in particular tells her that, because she makes no secret of her thoughts anyway, it doesn't matter to her that Moon can read her mind. Up to there it is all very wholesome and heartwarming. Moonwatcher then decides to give them an out, sharing the secret of Skyfire as a way to block her powers. This is a good and very noble gesture, really showing her trustworthiness and respect for their privacy here.
But then they actually take her up on that offer, right after stating they are over their misgivings. I get why they do it--Moonwatcher's uncontrollable power is really inconvenient and annoying to be around--but backtracking 5 seconds later makes their previous declaration of acceptance ring a bit hollow. If I could make a choice here, I would really have liked this to turn into a long-running character arc for the group, where they gradually learn to trust Moon and eventually decide that they don't need the Skyfire anymore, taking it off for good. And Moon in turn could work on refining control over her power so she can be around her friends without accidentally reading every thought. Maybe all of that could have been a scene in the arc 2 finale. But at the very least I would have liked for Kinkajou to stick with her original declaration and reject the Skyfire outright, signaling to Moon that--contrary to her mother's words--the powers are not a curse and that she doesn't need to be ashamed of them.
I guess here is an idea for potential fanfiction: Make them chuck the Skyfire in the bin. Let Moon see that her friends choose to hang out with her even if they can't block her powers.
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Long comic today. Sorry it took a while to come out. I think this is the longest one I've drawn for this challenge too.
Just one more day and then Smaugust will be done. I hope you have been enjoying this so far. Thanks for sticking with me.
#wings of fire#dragon#wof#digital art#wof art#flawseer art#smaugust#smaugust2024#smaugust 2024#wof kinkajou#wof moonwatcher#wof rainwing#wof nightwing#wof skyfire#flawseer story#flawseer talk
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hiiiii :3 idk if ur taking reqs for dc right neow but a thought that tickles my brain rlly good is dick grayson/reader w a praise kink and dick exploits it n uses it to his advantage.... preferably afab reader but gn is fine :P
CTRL + H - Dick Grayson
Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem! best friend! reader (uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: when your best friend discovers porn in your browser history while fixing your computer, he decides to use it to his advantage
CW: friends to lovers, lots of praise, uses of âgood/pretty/lovely girlâ dick calls you sweetheart/angel, dick is CORNY Iâm sorry, mentions of porn/asmr porn, teasing, gaslighting (but not really), fingering, marking, unprotected sex, lots of sweat (its sexy i swear), dick fucks you over a desk, kinda rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, implied to be summer, i think thats it??
hey hi đ˝ anon, thanks for the request! im sorry it took so long, it wasn't meant to be this long i swear, i just got caught up in the thought of Dick being all hot and sweaty and praising you while fucking you >~< and yeah this happened. really hope you like it (but if you don't, let me know and ill totally rewrite it!) lots of love yes i took an extra 30 mins to find nightwing #83 to take a picture of the comic book to make this banner lol
As if having Dick Grayson look at your search history wasnât bad enough, now you have to live with the mortifying ordeal of him knowing you have a praise kink. Â
When you had first invited him over to take a look at your malfunctioning computer, youâd thought nothing of it. You figured he would turn it on and off again, maybe update some drivers. So when he suddenly clicked into your browser and began scrolling through the long, long list of websites youâve visited, you werenât sure how to react.Â
You noticed it at the same time as him, the glowing screen forcing you to freeze where you stand. There on the screen, from just last night, read: praise nsfw asmr. You swallow hard and lunge for the mouse to click out of your browser history, but breathe a sigh of relief when Dick does it first.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, your racing thoughts deafeningly loud as you try to come up with a reason to kick him out. Fanning your face as if that will help chase away the heat of the day, you swallow once more in an attempt to work some moisture back into your mouth.Â
âFâfind anything?â You say as casually as you can.Â
Itâs ridiculous how embarrassed you are, honestly. Heâs just your friend, itâs just porn, itâs not like itâs the end of the world. Still, the rattling of your heart against your rib cage and his cruelly quiet silence make it feel like it is.Â
He shakes his head. âNot so far, I should keep looking butââ he flicks his eyes up your body, perfect blues tracing your every curve, âyou seemed flustered.â
You raise your hands in denial all too quickly, your sweaty palms stretched out towards him. Dick raises an eyebrow, examining you in the way he does with strangers in coffee shops.Â
âI justâŚdonât see how my search history is relevant, I guess. Thatâs all.â
He grabs your wrists, lowering your arms from the defensive position theyâve taken. Despite the familiarity of his touch, something feels off, different in a way you canât explain. You shake the thought away.Â
The world has not shifted on its axis because your best friend suddenly knows what kind of porn youâre into.Â
His touch lingers on your wrist and he uses the leverage to gently pull you closer to where he sits at your desk. When he finally drops your wrist, a chill circles the space where his hand once was, refreshing your feverish skin.
âI just want to make sure you havenât accidentally picked up a virus somewhere. If we can find one in your history, itâll be much easier to get rid of it.â
The explanation only half seeps into the mush your brain has turned into under his gaze and you find yourself nodding without quite understanding.Â
You were fooling yourself by inviting him here. While asking for his help was cheaper than hiring a professional, having him so close to you almost hurtsâespecially when lately youâve been trying to force away the feelings youâve harboured for him.Â
âSo,â Dick says again, âwonât you be a good girl and let me fix your computer for you?â
His words force you out of your thoughts, purely by short circuiting your brain. You blink at him with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
âWâwhat did you say?â
âI just asked if I could fix your computer now.âÂ
You tilt your head in confusion. Did you mishear him, or did he call you âgood girlâ? He flashes you that signature smirk of his, his blue eyes suddenly dark with something you donât recognize.Â
Though everything on his face reads innocent, something not-so innocent lurks beneath the surface. Something that stares you down and screams âchallenge meâ.Â
âYeah.â You swallow. âI guess thatâs fine.â You take a deep breath and try to steady the spinning in your head.Â
Dick continues his work nonchalantly, hitting a few keys and opening your browser history once more. You turn your eyes away from the screen, instead focusing on the way your fingers grasp the desk until it hurts.Â
You listen to him scroll for a while and try to pretend like heâs not looking through the most intimate part of your life. The idea of him seeing that part of you excites you as much as it nauseates youâa lethal combination.Â
âYou can relax.â Dick hums.Â
You lift your head to look at him just to see him focused completely on the screen. You donât dare glance at what heâs so focused on.Â
âWhy not sit down? This could take a while.â He says calmly. âIâm sure youâll feel much better if you do.âÂ
You roll your shoulders. âI think Iâll just stand.â
Thereâs a shift in his eyes as if your words sparked something in them. He finally glances away from your screen, completely focusing on you with a newfound intensity. You want to shrink from his gaze, to run down the hall and hide in your broom closet, but you stay rooted in place.Â
âIt would help me a lot if you sit down. Donât you want to be a good girl and help me out?âÂ
Holy fuck. âWhat did you just say?â
It feels like youâre waiting an eternity for him to speak again, your heart beating a mile a minute. Heâs going to deny it, or make fun of you even more or worseâtell Wally about it.Â
He pats his lap. âCome sit with me,â he purrs, âbe a good girl, keep me company while I work.â
In your shock, you find yourself shuffling towards him and settling in his lap. Dick helps you adjust, tugging you back to his chest and keeping one arm around you while his other reaches for the mouse once more.Â
Heâs so close to you that you can feel the beating of his heart, his breath on your neck. You close your eyes and pray that he canât feel the heartbeat thatâs suddenly appeared between your legs.
You canât remember a single time heâs been this close to you, a single time heâs touched you like this. The sudden proximity makes you dizzy, butterflies taking flight in your tummy. You clench the arm rests on either side in an attempt to keep your cool.
Dick shifts behind you, one of his thighs gently brushing your clit in a way that makes you squirm. âDonât do that!âÂ
His hand slides from your waist to grip your thigh, a shiver running up your spine at the contact. âDon't do what? This?â He repeats the motion.
You squeak, lurching forward in an attempt to get away from the friction. You tilt too far and suddenly youâre falling head over heels towards the mat beneath your chair. Dick is quicker than that, wrapping one arm around your chest and another around your waist to tug you harshly back to him.
âDonât do that,â you repeat breathlessly, âplease.â
He rests his chin on your shoulder, soft strands of black hair tickling your cheek. âWhy not? Use your words, angel.â
The nickname reignites something inside of you, rekindling a fire between your legs. You clench them together in the hopes it will do something to muffle the throbbing, but when you feel Dick smirk against the side of your neck, you know youâve failed.
When you donât answer him, he grins his knee between your legs once more, an innocent hum prompting you.
âYouâreâfuck, youâre kneeing me in the cunt.â
Dickâs not sure if itâs from your brazen words or how entirely ridiculous this whole afternoon has been, but suddenly heâs laughing. A big, open mouthed, creasing at the corners of his eyes, laugh.Â
His laugh surprises you enough to summon one of your own, sending you both into a fit. You shift on his lap to look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself while the two of you laugh. Itâs stupid and ridiculous and youâre not quite sure what youâre laughing atâjust that you are.Â
Youâre laughing and laughing and suddenly his lips are on yours and his eyes are closed andâfuck, heâs kissing you. And then youâre not laughing anymore, your hands brushing up his neck and tangling in his hair. Heâs not laughing anymore either, his hands gripping your waist like he expects you to leave at any moment.
Youâre breathless when you pull away, refusing to open your eyes and face the reality in front of you. Because maybe the world didnât shift on its axis when he learned your porn preferences, but it definitely has because he just kissed you.
He taps your cheek gently, using that terribly calm voice he does whenever you start spiralling. âY/n.â He coos, âopen your eyes, y/n.â
You bite your lip, shaking your head in refusal. You know as soon as you do, youâll have to confront your feelings for him, and his for you, and all of that is just too much and god, when did it get so hot in here?Â
You open your eyes one at a time, casting them down to where your thighs rest on his. Your hands come together, fingers twirling in your lap just to give you something to focus on other than the throbbing in your clit and the weight of Dickâs eyes on you.
He drags a finger down your overheating cheeks, tracing the outline of your jaw and tipping your head up to face him. His blue eyes are lined with something new, something darkerâa need youâve never seen before.Â
âLook at me.â Thereâs a commanding tone to his voice before it softens, âcâmon, please?â
You finally force yourself to meet his eyes, the familiar ultramarine calming the sudden bite of your nerves. âOnly cause you asked so nicely,â you say quietly.Â
âGood girl,â he smiles and it feels like the sun pushing through rain clouds. He strokes your cheek gently, his thumb landing on your cupid's bow.Â
You shiver beneath his touch despite the unbearable heat of the day. While his finger on your lips threatens to send you flying away, spiralling into space, his other does the opposite. His grip on your hip is tight, fingers digging in and sure to leave behind bruises.Â
âCan I kiss you again?â He asks quietly.Â
Itâs only a small mercy that your nod doesnât prompt another âgood girlâ from him, or some other horribly delightful variation of it. However, when his lips brush yours and his hand slides to the base of your throat, all of the thoughts melt away. Thereâs no embarrassment, no overthinking, just raw emotion and the sensation of his skin on yours.Â
You shift in his lap, sliding one of your thighs over his so you can straddle him. Dick offers a guiding hand while you slide forward, half steadying you, half tugging you closer. You shimmy up the length of his jeans until youâre as close as possible, your stomach pressing into his toned abs.Â
A gasp leaves your throat when your clit brushes the very edge of the bulge in his jeans, the noise only edging him along. His teeth graze your bottom lip, both gentle and desperate, before his tongue slips into your mouth.Â
The taste of him is intoxicating, consuming you until youâre grabbing his cheeks with both hands to pull him as close as possible. You whine when his cock grazes your clit again and Dick breaks the kiss to let out a breathy laugh against your lips.Â
âSomeoneâs needy,â he teases, but his eyes are rimmed with dark and when he looks at you through his lashes, all you see is need.Â
âBack at you.â
His palm sticks to your cheek with sweat when he goes to pull it away. âYouâve been so good for me today,â he hums, his other hand trailing up your thigh. âLet me take care of you, yeah?â
You mumble a breathy âpleaseâ before his fingers are brushing your clit through your pants, the heat pooling in your panties near insatiable. You tighten your grip on him and bury your face in the tight black fabric of his t-shirt to muffle your heavy breathing.
While one hand rubs intense figure eights up the length of your pussy, his other hand is fiddling with the buttons of your pants. He sighs in triumph at the soft popping noise and then the fabric is pulling away from your skin, Dick somehow managing to tug them down with only one hand.Â
You shift in his lap and prop yourself up on your knees to give him better access while he drags the fabric down your thighs. He takes advantage of your position to spin you to face your monitor once more, leaning back in the chair so youâre reclined against his muscled chest.
Warm breath fans the overheating skin of your neck just where your shirt meets your skin. Two calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, skimming the warmth and slick of your cunt. Dick sucks in a breath, his pants suddenly too tight.
âYou really are needy,â he swallows hard. âLovely, needy girl.â
His words only serve as a catalyst to the intense need you feel in your core, amplifying your desire tenfold. The pad of his index finger brushes your clit and youâre suddenly a goner. Your eyes squeeze shut and you throw your head back, imagining the circles of Dickâs fingers in your mind.
He gently kisses at the neckline of your shirt, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. His tongue runs across the sensitive skin there in tandem with the moving of his hand, the duality sending shockwaves through you. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out his name.
His wrist slides further into your underwear, fingers moving away from your swollen clit to run along the rim of your aching pussy. You suck in a breath, not moving an inch while you anticipate whatâs to come.
Dick sucks a dark mark into your neck. âReady fâme?â He mumbles into your skin.
You eagerly nod, trying to shift your hips into his fingers and shove them inside of you, but Dick moves away. You frown, lazily looking over your shoulder at him.
âYou have to use your words.â
You almost roll your eyes but in your desperation, let your head hang in defeat and open your trembling mouth. âI-Iâm ready Dick,â you say, quietly adding, âplease.â
âGood girl.âÂ
Then heâs suddenly slipping a finger inside of you, travelling the length of your spongy walls to sit deep inside of you. A gasp rips through you, his name tumbling off your lips faster than you can catch it. He grips your hip to steady you, strong fingers bruising the exposed skin.
He curls his finger inside of you, prodding at that sweet fucking sensitive spot. He only stops when you whine, slipping his finger out for only a second before shoving it back in. He repeats the motion, starting a rhythm of thrusting in and out, his hand on your hip tapping along in tandem.
You squirm in his lap, that ball in the centre of your stomach turning white hot and growing until you can barely contain it. One of your hands squeezes his wristâwhether to stop or encourage him, you donât know.
âDick,â you whine, your voice taking on a raspy tone you hardly recognize.
He hums in response. âDoes that feel good?â
âS-so good.â
He rewards you by slipping his other finger inside of you, the two of them working in unison. His fingers are so long and thick that they reach places inside you that youâve never been able to touch on your own, stretching your walls just enough to make your eyes roll back.
The impending waves of your orgasm roll over you, that knot in your core so tight that you know it's bound to undo any second. You squeeze his wrist tighter in warning, your fingers pressing into his veins until you can feel the steady thrum of his blood pulsing.Â
Dick slips his hand from your waist up your shirt, palming your tit. âCum for me,â he murmurs. âYouâve earned it, sweetheart.â
His words walk you right over the edge, that knot finally coming undone and sending wave after wave of molten pleasure through you. Every muscle in your body contracts, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tightly it almost hurts. Both your hands clench around the wrist currently in your underwear. Holding him steady while you ride out your high on his fingers.
Dick holds you, keeping you stable while you gush and thrash wildly in his lap. He can feel your slick soak through the fabric of his jeans, his thighs warm with your juices, but he canât bring himself to care.Â
He trails kisses up your neck to your jaw, your cheeks and finally, tips your head back until he can plant soft, chaste kisses to your lips. His wrist aches from how hard you squeeze him but he doesnât dare pull away until your muscles are relaxing and you let out your first, panting breath.
âFeel good?â He prompts.
You shake your head vigorously, all sweaty hair and hot skin and aching lungs. Dick almost wishes he had a camera because the sight of you laying in his lap all fucked out is one he would love to savor and put in his wallet.
He shifts behind you, only now remembering his aching cock and how badly it yearns to be free of the denim confining it. âThink you could do one more? For me? It would make me feel so, so good, sweetheart.â
You donât think twice about his words, lazily trapping his lips in a sloppy needy kiss and mumbling âyesâ against him. In your fucked out state, youâre only half sure that youâre even speaking, the world around you fading. Dick slips his hand out of your panties, his palm soaked with your juices, and rests it on your thigh.Â
âI need you to stand up for me,â he says, only half asking.Â
He helps you up on shaky knees, your pants that had been resting just above your knees dropping the rest of the way to the floor. You brace yourself against the desk, half bent over while Dick slowly tugs down your panties. The minute the sticky, soaked fabric peels away from your pussy, you gasp.
Dick stares at the mess heâs made of you proudly, your folds glistening with the slick of your last orgasm. He burns the image into his mind while he fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, standing behind you while he drags them to the floor with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and dripping with pre cum, begging for you.
He strokes it absentmindedly, all of his thoughts only on you and your trembling thighs, bent so perfectly over the desk waiting for him. He lines the head of his cock up with your entrance, rubbing it through your folds and prodding your clit before repeating the process over again.
Each shift of his cock, each rock of his hips, forces shivers of anticipation down your spine. Heavy breaths leave your lips, your arms barely managing to hold your weight over the desk when you dip your head down to stare at him through the crook of your arm.
âSuch a pretty pussy. So wet and needy,â he groans when he finally lets his cock rest at your entrance. âSo ready for my cock.â
You nod even though heâs mostly talking to himself. You let your arms sag against the desk and rest your face against your forearm, the sweaty skin sticking to your forehead. Dick thrusts forwards and lets the head of his cock push inside of you.
Moans leave him the second he dips into your heat, the tip of his cock stretching you in a way that has both of your eyes rolling back. His fingers resume their earlier position on your hip, digging in so hard it almost hurts.Â
He stills once his tip is nestled in your walls, listening to the whiny breaths you let out while you adjust to his size. Your clench your hands into fists, slightly shifting from left to right to help him fit better. Heâs big, bigger than you expected, but the way he molds your walls to his cock is almost enough to have you cum right then and there.
Dick is so distracted by the sight of his cock dipped inside of you that he doesnât remember to move. Itâs only when you let out a needy whine and shuffle your hips backwards that he realizes youâve been waiting so patiently for him.
He snaps his hips against yours, the head of his cock barreling so deep inside of you so quickly that it almost hurts. âSorry, pretty girl,â he pants, âdidnât mean to make you wait.â
You try to tell him that itâs okay but youâre silenced with another hard thrust. You cry out his name into your arm, your teeth grazing at your skin in your attempt to be quiet. Dick grabs the other side of your waist, using his hands to push and pull you as he pleases.
You fall further against the desk, your body lazily resting against it while Dickâs hips snap into yours repeatedly. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, a chorus of your combined moans filling the empty space between thrusts. Each shift of his hips, each prod of his cock, only spurs you further along.
You squeeze your eyes shut, completely focused on his cock battering its way through your walls. Youâre only vaguely aware of Dick talking to you, his praise sounding incoherent beneath the rush of blood to your ears. Your pussy flutters around him, his cock scraping your cervix with every thrust.
He thrusts particularly hard into you, his cock jamming hard into the very edge of your walls, forcing a loud cry from you. It aches as much as it pleases, and without thinking, youâre suddenly crawling forward across your desk. Dick tightens his grip on you before you can get very far, tugging you back hard against him and slamming your pussy down on his cock.
You nearly squeal from the pleasure, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. That familiar heat builds inside of you once more, spilling over more and more with each intense thrust.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he coos. âSo tightâgod, itâs like your pussy was made for me. Fuck.â
His lewd words add to that growing knot inside of you and suddenly youâre coming undone in his arms. Everything is too hot, too much, too loud. Tears spill from your eyes and youâre barely aware of the half sobs, half moans you let out through your orgasm.
âThatâs right, let it all out. Good girl, cumming around my cock like that.â
Dick holds you steady the whole time you cum, thrusts growing sloppy as your pussy sucks him in and tries to keep him inside of you forever. Heâs almost as breathless as you while he watches you cum and the way your pussy seizes around him is enough to have him tumbling over the edge after you.
He wraps both arms around your waist, pulling your hips flush to his, before he lets the both of you fall back into the chair behind him. Your new position forces his cock deeper inside of youâas deep as it can goâand then heâs cumming inside of you.
You can barely feel the hot ropes of cum he spills inside of you while you come down from your own high. Your thighs shake where they rest over his and youâre grateful for him holding you.Â
Dick lets his forehead rest in the crook of your neck, his sweaty hair wetting your t-shirt. Even after heâs done cumming, he holds you tightly against him, the two of you panting in sync.
Itâs nearly five minutes later when you can finally bring yourself to speak, your hoarse voice evidence of the pounding youâve just taken. âI take it you saw my browsing history?â are the first words out of your mouth.
Dick laughs, his voice gravelly and deep and sexy. âYeah,â he says, kissing your cheek. âI did.â
You awkwardly turn in his lap, twitching at the way it adjusts his half-hard cock inside of you. You look up at his eyes, the blue finally starting to seep back in through the dark. He cups your face, his hand sweaty, and pulls you in for another kiss.
When you pull away, you canât help but ask, âso, what now?â
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Yes. You are racist. (Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one)
So approximately half a year since the premier of the Disney+ Percy Jackson show, and almost two years since the announcement of the Trio's casting, I would like to take this moment to look back at the insane, racist and anti-black backlash that was launched at Leah Sava Jeffries and a few other cast members from the PJO fandom.
I'm not concerned with the trolls who are openly racist, who resorted to racist slurs and outright threats, everyone agrees that they "took it too far". I want to talk about the rest of you, the "I'm not racist, but.." people, the "What's wrong with wanting book accuracy?" people. Just to let you know, for the unasked question... yes, yes you are.
I've noticed the Percy Jackson fandom has been lording some weird superiority complex over a certain *unnamed* fandom that has fallen out of grace due to their recently outed bigot of an author. But honestly, y'all are not much different. The amount of vitriol and anti-blackness I have seen from this fandom (beyond just bullying a 12 year old girl), y'all don't have a leg to stand on.
Below is a breakdown of the most common arguments I have seen used to justify y'alls absolutely insane bigotry. I am going to explain why none of these justify the amount of anger and vitriol y'all have sent towards Leah, Rick or any of the cast.
I am not here to argue, and this is not a democracy. I am giving you a chance for some self-reflection and to understand that this pattern of violence directed towards POC actors (mostly black women) has never been justified in the name of "book accuracy"/"comic book accuracy"/"ending forced diversity" or whatever other excuses y'all try to make up.
If you still try to justify or argue further for any of these points, I will just block you. I am not coddling you through your racism. If anyone has seen any other dumb arguments floating around that I might've missed, feel free to sound off in the comments.
She's not book accurate:
Neither is Percy, Luke, Grover, Dionysus, Poseidon, and just about every other named character.
Rick already made it clear that physical features were not the priority with casting, rather it was actors that embodied the role. So why are the biggest complaints about Annabeth and Zeus? đ¤
What? You're gonna say everyone else got backlash too? I see you trying to obscure the main issue by playing dumb đ
See my friend, yes, there were one or two comments about how Percy's hair should be black or how Luke is supposed to be blonde, but as soon as Leah was cast, none of those actors got any significant backlash. In fact, Walker and Charlie literally have an army of fan girls at their beck and call, calling them the perfect Percy and Luke, despite neither being "Book accurate". But then again, have we not observed the pattern of White boy of the month vs WOC to hate for the year? (Yes, I know Charlie isn't white. Further adds to the irony, doesn't it).
Why include character descriptions if you won't stay true to them, you cry? Well, my dear sweet moron, see, books and TV are two different mediums. Because in literature, you can't *Literally* SEE the characters, the author has to add descriptions to paint a picture in your mind, in TV... that's not an issue. So unless the character's appearance is necessary to the plot (like Luke's scar, or Nico being Italian) the show runners can actually focus on more important things.. Like ACTING and PERSONALITY.
2. It's just not how I imagined her:
News flash, babe! ANNABETH ISN'T REAL. None of these character are. They are concepts that originated from the brain of Mr. Rick Riordan. It doesn't matter how YOU imagined her. There are millions of people who read these books that imagined her several different ways. When the creator of the character watched Leah's audition and said, 'Yes! She embodies the character I created!", your imagined version of Annabeth ceased to matter. And guess what? The books still exist... they have not been burned. Your version of Annabeth has not disappeared. Go read the books.
3. Zeus can't be black/Gods have to be Greek/*Insert Character* can't be black:
Y'all did not read the books, I swear. You have to be fake fans looking to troll atp.
The gods move based off the center of western civilization. They change their forms/environment to reflect the culture they are occupying (they did it with Rome, now they're doing it with America). The gods change forms all the time. How we see them is not their true form as a mortal would disintegrate if they were to see their true form.
America is a cultural melting pot (specifically NY where Mount Olympus is now based). If the god's choose forms that reflect the current society they inhabit, they could literally be any race (keep in mind NYC is only 33% white).
All of this is literally SPELLED OUT in the Lightning Thief.
Furthermore, if you're going to push the ethnically Greek thing... Poseidon is British with a British accent and Hermes is Latino. The only ethnically Greek actor is Dionysus (who still doesn't look book accurate). Y'all are sounding like some white supremacists because do you forget that race is a social construct?
Before the advent of the transatlantic slave trade, I can promise you that the Greeks and the Anglo-Saxons did NOT view themselves as the same people. Why are y'all not taking issue with Poseidon's actor then?
Also, Percy Jackson has canonically had a slew of explicitly black demigods since the second book (including Harriet Tubman, which I have mixed feelings about đ), so I genuinely have no idea where some of y'all are going with this point.
4. She was our smart blonde representation:
Don't pmo. I swear to God!
White, blonde women have NEVER been excluded from Hollywood. Representation is not something you lacked. The dumb blonde stereotype was a simple branch off of a larger misogynistic "dumb woman" stereotype. It has not truly been relevant since the mid 2000s outside of childish jokes.
This iteration of Percy Jackson will probably not go beyond the first 5 books, based off pacing and the age of the actors. So here's a fun game: 5 bucks to the first person who can find me a quote in the first 5 Percy Jackson books, where Annabeth laments her insecurities about being blonde (hint: there aren't any).
Also, her blonde hair does not hold her back at Camp because she is head of the Athena Cabin who are highly respected (and guess what?), ARE ALL BLONDE!
Her insecurities about her hair color are two or three lines at most in the later books, not this fundamental, core part of her character y'all all of a sudden wanna pretend it was. And guess what, as a non-blonde black girl, I was able to read those scenes of Annabeth feeling undervalued because of her looks and relate to her even if she didn't look like me at the time.
Why all of a sudden can y'all not do that with a black Annabeth? By every metric black girls are undervalued for their intelligence in academia more than white girls are, regardless of hair color. So your little representation of a woman undervalued by her looks would still hold. Do y'all dehumanize black women so much, that you are incapable of empathizing with show!Annabeth's plight in the way I could with Book!Annabeth simply because she doesn't look exactly like you?
Your issue isn't that she isn't blonde, it's that she is NOT WHITE.
Furthermore, Becky Riordan had tweeted previously (before the show was even cast) that Annabeth never needed to be blonde (probably recalling the BS y'all put Alexandra Daddario through), so even if they cast a white Annabeth, the blonde hair was never a guarantee. the author and producers all agree that it was not a significant part of her character. It's been a non-issue since day one.
Also, stop acting like smart blondes are rare in media... If you don't go watch some Legally blonde, Iron Man (Pepper Potts), Zack and Cody (Maddie), Liv and Maddie, FMAB (Winry), Captain Marvel, She-Ra, Buffy, The boys (starlight) etc. etc., and go sit down somewhere đđđ (those were literally all things I've watched recently, off the top of my head, btw đ)
5. It's not about race, but...:
Yes it is. It was always bout race. No other actors got as much hate as Leah. Her grandmother and other family members on IG had to mute their comments because they were getting so many threats.
Alexandra Daddario had to come to her defense on Twitter. Rick had to put out an official statement on his website. This girl has endured years of psychological torment for simply having the best audition. No one else is book accurate, no one else is ethnically Greek (except Jason Mantzoukas). Walker literally has British and German ancestry.
Why was she being called racial slurs on reddit and in youtube comments?
I know what you're gonna say, "I actually had problems with the entire cast", "I actually had a bigger issue with Walker's hair color", blah blah blah. Then why aren't you in Walker's comment sections? Why are you only making your displeasure known on posts defending/advocating for Leah? Why is she always your first example of 'wrong casting"?
Well, she "looks the most different"... Look up the term "scapegoating".
"Oh, I don't agree with the harassment. I just don't like the casting." Guess what? She's already been cast. They are not going to uncast her. What do you get out of still complaining about it.
All the vitriol you're stirring about her when you complain about her on Social media, it is directing people to send her hate, even if you're not writing it directly. It's is not enough to "not agree" with the racism, it is your duty to actively prevent it. And btw, these are young gen z actors, they are active on social media. They see the edits of themselves (even comment on it) and they most likely see these little "harmless" complaints you're posting. Are your upset feelings really worth contributing to the racist dogpile on this poor girl?
6. Why couldn't they atleast give her blonde braids?:
Why should they? Y'all wanted blonde because of the "dumb blonde" trope... that doesn't apply to POC.
A blonde black girl is gonna be viewed the same as a non-blonde black girl (or at worst, someone might decide she's "ratchet" or some shit for wearing colored hair). What difference would it make?
Why shouldn't Walker dye his hair, then?
7. Annabeth has Gray eyes:
Less than 3% of the global population has "gray eyes". Even if they cast a white actor, they would've needed contacts. Her being black is not the reason Annabeth's eyes aren't gray. Simply put, it is a plot element they removed, like the whole "names have power" element, or Ares having flames for eyes, or Dionysus using his powers to grow strawberries at Camp.
That's how adaptations work. Unnecessary plot elements are cut to save time and budget. This has nothing to do with her casting. They probably also didn't want to make child actors wear contacts (not a new practice).
8. Even if Rick chose her, he was wrong/Disney is forcing him to be okay with it:
Where do I start? Rick created the character. He can't be wrong. Do y'all have no self-awareness? Death of the author has no place here, because y'all are hung up on an aspect of the character that is not relevant to her arc or development.
Y'all's justification for wanting a "book accurate" Annabeth is that she was such an inspirational and important character growing up, and yet your behavior is so in conflict with the character you claim means so much to you. You're narrow minded, dismissive of bigotry and injustice, and disrespectful to the wishes of the creator of your favorite character; everything that Annabeth would never be. Y'all were never genuine fans of the books. You're bigots that needed an outlet for your rage.
Keep in mind, Rick has said countless times that PercaBeth directly mirrors his relationship with his wife. Y'all think he would have allowed them to cast someone who doesn't live up to the woman who has been by his side for decades? The mother of his children?
Regarding Disney forcing him, show me one piece of direct evidence that proves Disney in anyway pressured Rick to cast her. Cuz if you can't, that's baseless speculation. And if you have to resort to baseless speculation, maybe try to examine why it's so important to you to hold on to this belief.
9. So, I'm racist because I hate "race swapping"?:
To start, there is a difference between "race swapping" and "color blind casting". Often times, when y'all complain about the former, you're actually mad about the latter.
It would be "race swapping" if Rick and the team decided ahead of time that they wanted a black Annabeth and ONLY allowed black actors to audition. But the actual reality was that they accepted auditions from everyone (there were white actors and non-black poc that also auditioned for the role) and chose the best person who embodied the role. They didn't "make Annabeth black" and they didn't "make Zeus black", they cast black actors for those roles.
Y'all think you're being slick with your wording. Dismissing that is implying that they did not earn their roles fair and square. Which is racist. It's the equivalent of going up to a black college student and telling them they only got in because of affirmative action. You're dismissing the achievements of a person solely because of their racial background.
For all you people complaining about "unfairness" and "forced diversity", I would think hiring based on merit would appeal to you đ¤
71% of theatrical Hollywood leads were white in 2024 in comparison to 29% POC and you still think "black washing" is a thing? You still get this angry over a black person fairly earning a role because you think in a time where Hollywood only knows to do remakes and adaptations, that the majority of lead roles still *have* to be reserved for white actors?
Once again, white people have never been excluded from Hollywood for being white. Representation has never been something you lacked nor is it something you can lose. Your anger comes from seeing a black face where you think they don't belong. Because you feel you are owed a disproportion of representation in Hollywood.
10. Woke agenda/DEI/Forced Diversity:
If you are unironically using any of these terms in a negative light, it's already too late for me to reason with you. Look up the term "dog whistle". If you are sharing the same terminology with Elon Musk and his fanboys, maybe reevaluate some things.
POC are objectively underrepresented and have been historically excluded through actual laws and policies in Hollywood. There is no such thing as "forced diversity", you have bought in to a right wing conspiracy theory.
"Woke" is a term that was intentionally appropriated from the black community. It originally meant being aware of injustice and systematic threats to the community and is now being weaponized by bigots. Good job.
Diversity and inclusion is a good thing.
11. But POC deserve to have their own stories told:
We do. And we have been fighting for it for over a century now, and we've made great strides, no thanks to y'all.
No thanks to y'all gaslighting us about how little representation we get or that representation matters at all. No thanks to y'all pushing the idea that POC can't sell globally and obscuring POC actors in international promos. No thanks to y'all continuing to whitewash even to this day (Bullet train, the beguiled, gods of Egypt, atla, every portrayal of Jesus ever, etc.). No thanks to y'all calling every piece of media that has more than one black lead and more than one queer couple "woke". No thanks to y'all throwing a fit every time a black person in a fantasy setting isn't a slave.
Fact of the matter is, y'all never cared about POC "getting their own stories", you're only parroting our own words back to us now as a politically correct way of saying, "leave white roles alone" lmao
Well fun fact, actors of color getting opportunities to play lead roles and allowing poc to "tell their own stories" are not mutually exclusive. If y'all cared that much, instead of bullying a 12 year old actress, you could actually support up and coming independent POC writers, directors, and studios đą
12. Studios need to stop "setting up" actors of color:
Do me a favor and google the term DARVO.
Your racism is not the fault of the studios for giving a POC actor a role that they earned. It is not up to the rest of society to tiptoe around racists to avoid their vitriol. It is our responsibility to hold them accountable and protect minorities from unwarranted hate. At most, you can say it's the responsibility of the studios to provide adequate support to POC actors who face this backlash.
At the end of the day, Hollywood only allows very few spots for POC actors (especially WOC), while simultaneously pushing a new white boy every month to put in everything. Putting minorities in these roles that are usually closed to them, usually opens the door to more actors of color than before.
Brandy being cast as Cinderella did a lot to push her into the mainstream (yes, she was already extremely famous in the black community atp), Halle Berry being the first, black, bond girl literally shot her to icon status, and even going as far back to what Anna Mae Wong did for Asian American actresses with her "femme fatale" roles.
At the end of the day, even with the backlash, *some* rep does more good for POC actors than *no* rep. The solution to racist backlash isn't to take away those opportunities, but rather to not be racist??? đ
Also, for everyone that claims that "POC race-swapping" is just as bad as "white-washing", despite white washing having a longer history and objectively causing more harm, note how the backlash to white washing never lasts as long as the harassment that POC get.
Like, no one brings up Scarlett Johansson's ghost in the shell role anymore, but you can best believe Candace Patton is still fending off racist trolls. As much as people hated the atla movie, people moved on quick from Nicola Peltz playing Katara since she was just a kid that accepted the role (re: daddy bought her the role), but y'all would not have any of that consideration for Leah Sava Jeffries.
But I digress...
13. What if we made Tiana white? Wakanda white? Hazel white...:
Ah, my favorite inane point. I was so excited to get here :)
See, I could start out by pointing out how "White washing" and casting a POC actor as a traditionally white character are not equivalent.
I could point out the history of hollywood ACTIVELY excluding POC actors and POC stories. I could point out how grossly over represented white people are in hollywood. I could point out that POC characters are so few in comparison that whitewashing them causes actual harm, where white people have never lacked rep.
I could point out how, because poc characters and stories are so often tokenized that their racial/cultural background is often directly tied to their character's identity, in opposition to a lot of white characters, since hollywood treats white as the "Default".
See, I could make all those points, but the thing is, the people who make this argument already know all that. They are trying to waste time by drawing me into a pointless circular argument that will sum up to "fair is fair", while ignoring all the context and nuance I previously provided.
So you know what? Forget it. Let me play your game.
I am actually fine with a white Tiana. Would it make sense, for her and her family to experience Jim Crow era racism, in the south while white? No. But we can look past it. Disney was never known for historical accuracy anyway đ¤ˇđżââď¸
However, in exchange, the live action frozen will have a black Elsa and Anna, live action Rapunzel will be black, live action Merida will be black, we're re-filming Cinderella and Beauty and the beast to cast a black belle and Cindy, snow white will need to be recast as black, and we also get aurora whenever the live action sleeping beauty is announced. But then y'all can keep Tiana, deal?
You want a white T'Challa? Fine! (I'm partial to Ryan gosling), in the meantime, we'll be recasting Iron man, Captain America (Steve version), Bruce banner, Thor, Loki, hawk eye, black widow, ant man, captain marvel, Bucky, Peter Parker etc. All the avengers and their side characters, then y'all can have Sam Wilson, war machine and the whole of Wakanda (will it make sense that a sole, hidden, African nation is randomly made up of white people? Who cares? We get the avengers!).
You want white Hazel? You got her! I hope you have no problem with us taking Percy, Nico, Will, Poseidon, Jason, calypso, Rachel, Tyson, Silena, the stoll brothers, Sally Jackson, Hades, Hepheastus, ares, etc. But y'all can have Hazel and Beckendorf.
If we're gonna do this, let's commit all the way. Fair is fair, after all.
14. Leah isn't as "pretty" as Book Annabeth/Movie Annabeth:
I wish I could say this wasn't a genuine point I had read, but when all else fails, they will always go for a woman's appearance.
Now first of all, as a rule, I will never hold black women to white beauty standards. Our hair will never be long and silky enough, our nose will never be narrow enough, our skin will never be fair enough and our eyes will never be light enough (Might I recommend Toni Morrison, when you get the chance?). But Leah is unfairly gorgeous idc what any of you say, and you're not gonna have me use my defense of Leah as an opportunity to bash Alexandra either because she is also beautiful. These two queens slayed to the best of their abilities within this toxic ass fandom.
I find it funny, however, that so many of you harped on the "blonde" issue because you thought it was important that Annabeth be seen beyond just her looks, but quickly devolve to bashing an actress's looks when it comes to why she's not right for this role đ¤
I would also like to sincerely apologize that the 13 year old girl they cast in the show, wasn't as sexually attractive to you as the 24 year old woman they cast in the movie and sexualized through like 25% of her screen time (I'm actually not sorry. You're very weird if this is an actual point for you).
15. I don't agree with sending hate to the actor, but she's just not right for the role:
Once again, what are you doing by complaining about her casting on no other basis than her race?
The creator of the character said she embodied the role. She has already been cast, and Disney would be in a legal/production hell to recast her atp. Just because you're not directly leaving comments on her social media doesn't mean you're not part of the hate mob.
No matter how you look at it, your issues with her casting come from a very entitled and narrow-minded place. When you join in on these dialogues you are bolstering a sentiment that pushes more people to harass this teenage girl. When you leave these "harmless" complaints, on show content, fan posts or posts defending her, she's liable to read them because the cast regularly interact with fans online.
What do you have to say that is so important that it trumps protecting a young girl from the long-staying trauma of racism, of being told she doesn't deserve something she worked for because of how she was born?
16. I can't even criticize the show without being called racist:
Get. Over. Yourself.
Y'all are not the victim. Have fans of the show gotten protective of Leah and the young cast? Yes.
With good reason. This fandom is unbearably toxic.
Racism outweighs your need for a "perfect adaptation", sorry.
If you explain yourself properly and keep your critiques fair (like, even I don't think this was a perfect season, and will be sharing my thoughts shortly), no one is gonna call you racist.
You're preempting with that because in all honesty, you're probably planning to use your "critiques" of the show to pivot to one of the many points that I just outlined, and you want to pre-empt the criticism.
If a black Annabeth is the end all be all for you, just don't watch the show, no one's holding a gun to your head. Geez.
17. I'm Black/POC and I don't agree...:
Hey, Candace Owens... No one gives a shit.
First of all, for all the "I'm POC and I don't agree" people, you don't speak for us. Anti-blackness is rampant in just about every culture globally. You being not-white doesn't somehow make you less prone to hating black people.
But for the "I'm black and I don't agree" leftovers (assuming you're not just a đŠđźâđť behind a keyboard). Black people are not a monolith. You're not obligated to think a certain way because you're black.
But consider why you're putting yourself up as a barrier to protect this hate mob. It's one thing to just state why you don't like Leah's casting, but to start off your spiel with "I'm actually black" as a way to weaponize the very identity politics you're critiquing... very strange. Not to mention, what are you defending?
The black community is coming together to defend one of our own, a kid who has been receiving death threats since she was 12, and this is when you feel the need to back the opposition?
I mean whatever... sometimes the house slaves would snitch to the master. There will always be some of y'all in the woodwork. It is what it is.
But when the exact ideology you defend is turned against you, when a Baltimore elected official is being accused of getting his job through "DEI", when conservatives are claiming that they wouldn't "trust a black pilot", don't decide that's where you'll finally draw your line in the sand.
All that being said, This is my Annabeth:
May every tongue that rose against Leah Sava Jeffries Shrivel and die in 2025 đđż My girl will keep winning â¤ď¸
(video by @/waleahhasmyheart on TikTok)
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saw you had asks open, not a drawing request but wanted to know if there was any more story to your human billâs punishment-for-weirdmageddon-is-to-turn-weak-human au, I really like it (sorry if you explained this a while back, I only just watched gravity fallsđIâm a late-comer to the fandom)
itâs just superepiccool to me, how are dipper and mabel about him being human now? Soos n Wendy, Stan and Ford? What was it like for them (especially Ford) when he just turned human? What was it like for Bill?
oh hey don't worry, I haven't really talked much about the details of the AU like ... ever. I just started reviving it because I got my partner into the show (they are also a new fan! yay, new fans! Funny enough I had no idea TBOB was coming out so the timing was mad exquisite.) and they have just been an amazing help shaping my messy thoughts and coming up with new, fun plots! It's also nice to know there's someone out there interested in it, so thank's for asking! Now that I read TBOB I want to change the premise a bit, but the core is still the same.
Let me tell you this AU is silly. I'm aware Billford is toxic and there are many corners to dive into to picture their messy relationship. But I kinda wanna keep the spirit of the show here and make it equally as fun as it is disturbing. Given that Bill canonically is trapped in endless Therapy gives me even more food to work with, he just out there being toxic and people repeatedly telling him to cut it out.
I'm not gonna go into too much detail because I'm actually working on the first comic chapter for this AU, but regarding the characters: Each of the Pines, as well as Wendy and Soos, are not happy seeing him, but individually grow more accustomed to him and with him. I guess going from "most accepting" to "least accepting", Mabel took it the best. I wouldn't say she was quick to forgive, but quick enough to give the guy a chance. And I honestly have to say that, although this is 100% a Billford AU, there's so many plot ideas for just Mabel and Bill and their amazing, chaotic shenanigans. Put these two together and the stories basically write themselves. Wendy is pretty similar, and the most chill in actually helping Bill figure out human stuff.
Naturally, Ford took it the hardest. I'm aiming for slowburn here, haha. They got to figure out some stuff that I'm so ready to put onto pages... Ford is a lot of emotions. Confused, angered, curious... Meanwhile Stan is Bills biggest hater. (There is a lot of bullying in this AU) He just keeps up with it because his Family makes him. He's very protective and tries to kick Bill out several times. Soos sticks with Stan, but he's also Soos and has a big heart, so in Bills eye, he's very gullible and a target he can mess with easily.
Dipper is not a fan either, he has a hard time adjusting to the triangle just getting to ... be there. He's suspicious for the most part and Bill has to try hard to get on his good side. But honestly he might be more upset with Mabel (and later on Wendy) for making friends with Bill so easily, even though he knows that's just their nature. I just recently started thinking about Gideon and how I'd like to include him, but nothing worth mentioning so far yet.
With Bill himself, one my favorite parts trying to portray so far is how he's dealing with his new mortality. He adjusts to the body fine, he knows how to navigate flesh, but he has a hard time accepting that it's his body. His new prison, essentially. If it's gone, he's gone. If he treat's it like shit, he feels like shit. Then we add the psychological aspect of things. And more importantly, we add Ford to the equation. When I tell you, that demon is experiencing psychological damage here, and it's fully his fault. TBOB really pointed out to me that I need to dive into his obsession with Ford. How do you even get a man you fumbled so bad, to even acknowledge you again?
I love yapping about this AU, thanks again for giving me the grounds to do so anon! I'm an insecure writer so it'll probably take another hot minute to choose which script feels best to draw out, haha. But I'm glad you seem to be up for the ride!!
#tess chatting it up#yapping about the human bill AU#also one of my biggest struggles: how to name a story#after 10 years i still have no idea#anyways (twirls my hair) omg i get to yap about my silly AU teehee#billford#bill cipher#human bill cipher#gravity falls#adfadt#a different form a different time au
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I literally can't take it anymore. I need to get this out of my system. This is a hate-rant about why almost every single thing Tom Taylor has written is wrong.
First and foremost is the bimbofication of Dick Grayson. Tom Taylor loves to write him like this idiot who doesn't think at all. Being cheerful does not mean being dumb.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #79
"You seem unusually contemplative"? All Dick does is contemplate!
Nightwing (1996) Issue #3
His mind is always running!
Nightwing (2011) Issue #13
Nightwing (2016) Issue #38
I just picked a random issue from all of these comics and in every single one of these, Dick's planning, thinking, and strategising constantly.
Tom Taylor literally treats him like he's stupid or something.
Also the degradation of his abilities
Nightwing (2016) Issue #79
A vigilante for 20 years. Who has faced assassins, hitmen, psychos, surprise attacks, metas, and you're telling me he didn't know that a untrained kid snuck up and stole from him?
He forgot who he was, he didn't forget where he lived! Even when he was Ric Grayson, Dick had procedural memory. His battle instincts stayed with him.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #52
"Then...I didn't even know what I was doing. I took him down--took him apart in seconds."
This man is a vigilante machine when he was amnesic. Why the heck would Dick ever let his guard down?
His robin reference
Nightwing (2016) Issue #92
Even Bruce in Batman: Hush has said it-Dick was the best. His skills were the best of anyone he's witnessed which is one of the reasons why Bruce let him be Robin in the first place.
This scene is so wrong that there's a robin scene that came out before this in direct opposition of this Tom Taylor Shitshow.
Robin & Batman Issue #1
This was actually pre-robin. Bruce had him do a solo-trial run to see his skill before he made him Robin and this was the result. Compare that to Tom Taylor's scene and the result is humiliating. For Taylor.
Tom Taylor's version of trying to show that Dick loves the people comes off as him hating crime-fighting. RIP the whole Robin firing drama and Nightwing birth i guess.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #79
"We could have avoided all of this if we'd just stayed in and eaten kibble."
Nightwing (1996) Issue #3
Dick would rather die than stop crime-fighting. After Blockbuster's first attempt, his life was hanging on by a thread and he still continued crime fighting.
Nightwing (1996) Issue #91
After Blockbuster blew up his apartment, this is the single-minded determination Dick had to continue crime-fighting. This is him at one of the worst lows of his life but he refused to give up but now? He has everything and Dick wants to ignore the murder of a child to stay inside and eat kibble which - what the heck? I know he's seen as a happy character but him finding dog-food desirable is too far!
Also the idiocy of which Tom Taylor had Barbara calling the cops in Bludhaven for a stolen wallet. Newsflash! This isn't her first rodeo here.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #81
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Nightwing (2016) Issue #24
Nightwing (2011) Issue #23
Given how Dick's easily defeated enhanced metas and "very good" fighters, him falling down the stairs is a little to absolutely impossible to believe.
Another thing I love about Dick that Tom Taylor deciminates is his grace. Dick is the most graceful person in DC. His balance easily matches Selina's enhanced cat powers.
But yet. You have.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #83
Nightwing (2011) Issue #23
yeah. okay.
Taylor's motorbike scenes of Dick make me so mad. The boy is a pro at crazy. It's one of his best traits because he does the wildest stunts and he pulls it off.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #93
Nightwing (1996) Issue #86
He lands on his feet. He grabbed a villain mid-air, crashed into a window, and was perfectly fine. Actually no, he's not fine because he's worried about his bike's paint job.
Nightwing (2011) Issue #24
He just sailed over a whole crowd of people and started kicking butt like what he just did wasn't extraordinary - which for him is just another tuesday.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #95
yeah, tell 'er Dick.
He doesn't need someone to hold his bike.
One of the worst things in Taylor's run is how Blockbuster went down. It suddenly reminded me of Selina's stupid ideology which is why I think I got so ticked off.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #96
Blockbusters' thugs loyalty to him isn't a make it or break it deal. He's one of strongest criminal organisations and the knowledge that he owns one of the worst prisons that he could easily put his underlings into would've instilled fear into his thugs, not freedom. Furthermore Blockbuster takes good care of his people that don't piss him off. He teamed up with Nightwing in the scarecrow era in Nightwing (2016) because someone was messing with his people. He's extremely intelligent and superstrong, and he's not just going to be brought down by the knowledge that he owns a prison. It's Bludhaven. If he didn't, then there would be something suspicious given that he runs the city. It's the way Taylor dumbs down Bludhaven's villains that gets to me. Imagine him writing Batman (2016). It's like saying, "yeah the Joker was just a little misguided but he found the right way again after a stern talking to by Batman."
Nightwing is a big name.
When Dick first came to Bludhaven, one of the police officers was like we don't want your crazy here or something. Also Bludhaven loves Nightwing. They want him.
So why is everyone pretending like they don't know who he is?
Nightwing (2016) Issue #90
The police, the citizens, the villains-all of them. Dick fought Brutale and beat the crap out of him way back in 1996 comic. He's a Bludhaven regular. Just because Dick forgot who he was doesn't mean anyone else forgot him. Amnesia doesn't work that way.
Nightwing (2016) Issue #54
A whole team of Nightwings were formed during Dick's amnesic period because of how badly he was needed and missed. It's almost like the Tom Taylor run is set in an alternate universe.
I ran out of image space but what the absolute fiddlesticks is up with Dick being scared to jump. It better be a manipulation tactic but at this point I think Tom Taylor doesn't even know that Dick is manipulative.
#dick grayson#nightwing#barbara gordon#batgirl#blockbuster#ric grayson#bludhaven#tom taylor#when's the next writer coming in
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born to die - m. murdock
a/n: IM NOT DEAD i am very busy with finals but this has been rattling around the old noggin for a while now. i took a lot of inspiration from @ellephlox 's fic strawberry rhubarb which i 100% reccomend bc its better than most fics including this one! hope you enjoy! as always reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 warnings: oh boy. torture (cutting, burning) some sexually suggestive talk (nothing happens but it's not consensual) readers dad abused her, nightmares, lots of major character death (but not permeant) ANGST!!! but with a happy ending! kidnapping, medical stuff, cursing, and if i missed anything, let me know! word count: 4.8k summary: as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one. pairing: matt murdock x wife!reader now playing: born to die - lana del rey "choose your last words, this is the last time/'cause you and i, we were born to die"
You would think after patching him up too many times to count, five years without him, and countless sleepless nights worrying if he was alive, you would think youâd be used to Matt Murdock and his world of surprises.
And then you get kidnapped, so maybe youâre not so immune to surprises.
Itâs really such a shame too, because youâre storming out of the apartment, too angry to take notice of your surroundings.
Silly, foolish, ditzy you.
Because it isnât like Matt hasnât told you time and time again that you need to be careful, especially when you go out alone at night. But heâs so angry that he doesnât even think about the potential dangers of Hellâs Kitchen at three a.m. when Daredevil has been tucked away for the night and Matt Murdock comes back out to play.
Heâs been taking more and more patrols because with Fisk being out of prison he canât help but be constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
How silly he was to think that maybe he could have it allâA successful law firm, good friends and a loving wife.
Silly, foolish, ditzy Matt.
But after a week of nonstop patrols, youâre both fed up and tired, and above all, youâre yearning for each other. Neither of you allow yourselves to be totally happy all the time. It would just make everything too easy.
So, after yelling at each other over, what? Patrols? Cases? Burnt dinners? Youâre freezing on the streets, and you get about five blocks before you stop and rub your eyes.
This is dumb, you rationalize. Of course, youâre both stressed out and tired, but youâve gotten through rougher times before, and you both made an oath. To each other, in front of his God, to love each other no matter what.
You realize you left your wedding ring on the table, the ghost of the metal around your finger haunting you. You were dumb for leaving and Matt was dumb for telling you to go. Youâre made for each other.
You turn around to go back to your shared apartment, and then, someone grabs you from behind. Your first instinct is to yell for your husband, but you donât get the chance to before youâre knocked out, by what you can only guess to be a gun or maybe a large fist.
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You wake up in this dingy room, the lighting not suitable for much of anything except to make you afraid. The set up is almost comical and in a fucked up away, stereotypical for a kidnapping. Youâre tied up to a chair, and the lights shine only bright enough so you can see shadows and rats scurrying along.
The air is this weird musk of salt and earth, and you realize youâre near the docks, and thatâs about all you know about your current location.
Your head is still pounding from whatever it was you were hit with, but you can see another chair a few feet from you and a wooden table with various weapons laying on it. You donât feel good about this one. Also on the table is an old school record player. You have no idea what the intention is with it.
You try to keep your cool, knowing that wherever you wander, your husband will not be very far off. That whatever is happening, he will be coming to find you no matter how upset he is for whatever it was you were fighting about earlier.
And then, out of the shadows, there he is.Â
But heâs too big to be Matt, and he has a man standing next to him.
Frank, maybe?
And then you realize who this man is.
Heâs Wilson Fisk, the kingpin who has done nothing but torture and kill people, shoving it in Mattâs face for years. Matt only met you after Fisk was put back in prison, and you know at some point in the five-year blip without Matt, he had escaped prison.
So, this is the first time youâve had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Fisk. When he meets your eye, you do nothing but stare.
âGood evening, Mrs. Murdock. Itâs a shame we must meet under these circumstances.â He tells you, taking a seat in front of you. His henchman stands behind the chair.
âItâs regretful to say the least.â You tell him, not intending to make any more of an enemy out of him than Matt already has, not right now.
âI wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I remember my own, it was a rather special day.â
You know that was the day Matt took him down. The night that he, Karen and Foggy took him down.
âIâve heard stories. It seemed like a lovely day.â
âYouâre a much more gracious guest than your counterpart.â
âWell, Iâm sure people say similar things about you and yours.â
He seems to consider this for a moment before nodding.
âYouâre probably right about that, Mrs. Murdock. I wanted to tell you Iâm terribly sorry these are the circumstances in which we are finally introduced. But it seems Mr. Murdock has been interested in finding out more about my endeavors. And you see, we simply cannot have that. I made a promise not to hurt Miss Page or Mr. Nelson but it seems you were not included in that deal.â Of course not, it had been a long time before you showed up. âSo, youâre how weâre going to send Mr. Murdock a message.â
Huh.
So, this is how you die.
Well, you might as well go out with a bang.
âYou see, Mrs. Murdock, When I was a boyââ
âIâm going to stop you, Mr. Fisk, because your sob story is rather dull. I know who you are. You were beaten by your father, just like I was. The difference is that I donât use that as an excuse to murder my way to the top of the food chain. And you can torture me, assault me, whatever you feel you need to do. But if you think for a second that Iâll forget whoâs coming to stop you, you are sorely mistaken. And if you think heâll ever stop trying to find me, you do not know my husband very well.â
Fisk stares at you for a while, his gaze hardening into a glare.
âYouâre right. You do know who I am. Because weâre rather similar.â He stands up and nods to the man nearby. âIf Murdock can hear her far from here, make sure he hears her screaming.â
Then Wilson Fisk walks away, and you are left with the sickening gaze of a man who has no good intentions.
 The man goes to the record player and starts to play a song you recognize quickly as âFly Me To The Moonâ by Frank Sinatra. As he does this, he speaks,
âHello, Mrs. Murdock. Iâm John.â You stay quiet, and he just enjoys the song.
He picks up a knife from the table and goes to you, this grin on his face that makes you sick.
But you remember a trick from not only your childhood, but also from Frank who told you the key to remaining strong under tortureâDistraction.
You stare straight ahead, trying not to mind as the man runs the knife over your skin. You think about Matt. You imagine him in his wedding suit, the smile he had on as you approached him down that aisle. You think about when he asked you to marry him, andâ
A sharp pain slashes down your arm, cutting open the shirt youâre wearing. You yell in pain, before moving in to try and take deep breaths.
You can do this. Matt will be here soon.
You continue to breathe through the anxiety and the pain, trying not to think too hard about when John hums along to Sinatraâs voice, guiding his knife around your skin. Another cut finds itself on your shoulder.
This goes on for a while, with the classic song looping over and over again. John never seems to tire of it, no matter how badly you will for it to end. As the song ends in one particularly good loop, John hits your face hard, and your nose starts bleeding.
You try to think of Mattâs voice. You donât listen to Johnâs torments, knowing it will only egg him on further. You just want him to burn at that point.
By the end of⌠Countless Frank Sinatra serenades, you have cuts littered around your body, dry blood on your face from your nose and tears running down your face. When heâs eventually done, two men cut you out from the chair and drag you along to a smaller, darker room. You are left in there with a small meal, and you just huddle against a corner, nearest a barred window out of your reach.
And then, you begin to speak for the first time since you saw Fisk.
âMatt,â You whisper, âIâm by the docks.â You tell him, not sure if he can even hear you. âPlease, Iâm sorry for everything, please just come find me..â You mumble, too tired and aching to try and do more.
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The next day, or what you presume to be the next day since you have no way to tell how much time has passed, youâre woken up by a loud banging on the door of your.. cell..?
The same two men enter and drag you back to the room, where John waits for you.
âHow are you feeling today, Mrs. Murdock?â He asks.
You glare.
âFuck you.â
He laughs and shakes his head.
âWhat happened to the polite young woman Mr. Fisk and I met yesterday?â
Youâre filled with unprecedented anger.
âI said, Fuck you!â
He wastes no time, grabbing a lighter off the table and starting the record player again. Once more, Frank Sinatraâs voice fills the room, and youâre pretty sure once youâre done with John, and then Fisk, youâll bring Sinatra back from the dead just to kill him again.
Youâve never really been a violent person, but you suspect that it lives in the worst parts of you, just as it did with your own father. Youâre much better at keeping it all at bay. Besides, it does you no good to be violent while you have Matt. Heâs plenty angry for the both of you.
Oh, Matt..
This is how time passes for you. While John tortures you, burning you or carving into your skin, you think about how great it will be to choke the life out of the singer⌠And you think about Matt. When youâre in your dark little room, you talk to him. Even if he canât hear you, you must hope that heâs looking for you.
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Days pass. How long have you been here?
One night, you have the following dream:
It starts out as a memory. A memory of you and Matt. Youâre lying in bed with him, and the sunlight is hitting his face just right. You love this memory, itâs one you recall often. He just has this angelic look to him.
Yeah, most people who encounter him, especially at night, meet the devil. But occasionally, you get glimpses of the angel you know he is. Heâs sleeping, and you think in this state, he is the most relaxed youâll ever see him.
Then, before your eyes, the dream shifts and youâre in this black void, on the ground.
Foggy, Karen, Frank, and Matt stand around you. You run to Matt but hit a clear shield keeping him from you. You bang on the glass, well, maybe itâs glass, you donât know. You try to scream, but your voice never reaches your ears. You begin to look around, looking for a way out.
An eerie version of âFly Me To The Moonâ plays as you glance over to Foggy and watch in horror as his body begins to turn to ash, just like Matt and Karen did when they were blipped. You scream, banging against the shield, but your screams are silent.
You glance back and see the same thing happening to Frank. No, no, no! It was never supposed to happen this way! Frank and Foggy, they lived! They got their time! They donât die like this!
And then Karen starts too. You start sobbing, not wanting her to go. You had missed her so much, and you only just got her back. But soon enough, sheâs gone too, and youâre left in front of your husband.
His hand comes up to rest on the forcefield and he frowns softly.
He says your name gently, and then adds, âYou know it couldnât last forever, right?â
And then just as quickly as before, he is gone again. You remain there in that void, sobbing and screaming though no noise reaches you. This canât be it! You just got him back, you needed him! You couldnât take being alone for another five years⌠Or moreâŚ
The dream transforms and youâre in this grand ballroom. People are dancing elegantly and youâre in this.. obnoxious ball gown. But across the room, you can see Matt. Heâs dressed in an all-black suit, with a red masquerade mask covering his face. The mask has little red devil horns on it.
Now, the orchestra plays their rendition of Sinatraâs romantic classic. And you step towards Matt, attempting to make your way towards him, only to be met with a masked man, beginning to twirl you around.
You jump from man to man, until eventually, youâre dancing with a man in an all-white suit, a man you quickly recognize as Fisk. No matter how hard you try to escape his grasp, he holds on tighter. The two of you stop dancing now, amid the crowd of moving bodies.
Fisk grabs your chin and tilts it in Mattâs direction, just in time for you to see him bowing to another woman, kissing the back of her hand. Your eyes widen and you think, this canât be real.
âWhen I kill you,â Fisk says, âHeâll move on. Youâre easily replaceable, Mrs. Murdock.â
And then, in an instant, the woman with Matt pulls out a dagger and plunges it deeply into his abdomen. Itâs then that the other dancers, besides you, Fisk, Matt, and this mystery woman, disappear. Matt turns to you and falls to his knees, clutching his stomach.
He tries to crawl to you, blood seeping onto his hands and the beautiful ballroom floor. He yells your name, and the woman stabs him again from behind, and you watch as your husband dies. You hear him screaming, hear him yelling your name. But Wilson Fisk keeps you in place. You can do nothing but watch as Matt Murdock meets his end again, unable to save him. You start to scream, thrashing against Fisk, ready to claw your way to Matt.
You wake up screaming, the nightmare haunting you. A guard bangs on your door, yelling at you to keep it down.
It was just a nightmare, you tell yourself. Maybe Matt heard your screams.
Maybe heâs already dead.
You force yourself not to listen to the voice in your head that says that.
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One day, Fisk visits again, only this time, Heâs covered in blood. That damn song is still playing.
You just stare. They have long since stopped tying you up, recognizing that you no longer have the energy to try and fight back. Â He has this sick grin on his face.
âGood evening, Mrs. Murdock.â You say nothing. âHave you been enjoying your stay with us?â
You glare.
âI hope Matt kills you when he gets here, because it will be a lot less painful for you if he does it instead of me.â
Mr. Fisk just laughs at this and tosses something at your feet. You get down off the chair to see what it is.
Your face goes pale with realization. You pick it up and slip it on your thumb, with it being too big for your other fingers. Mattâs wedding ring. You know itâs his, it has your name engraved in braille on the inside. How did he get this?
As if reading your mind, Fisk speaks again. âI took it off his body after I killed him.â
Your head shoots up to him. What did he say?
âNo.â You deny. âFuck off, I donâtâI donât believe you.â
âYour husband is dead, Mrs. Murdock. I killed him with my bare hands because he was stupid enough to come after you. Your friends will mourn you and Matt Murdock for a while, and the city will come to the realization that Daredevil did nothing but harm. I win, Mrs. Murdock.â
You feel tears start to fill your eyes, and you realize, no. He hasnât won because youâre still alive.
Maybe not for long, but you are.
You gather the rest of your energy and leap up, lunging at the large man covered in the man you loveâs blood. And thereâs a part of you that gets it. Okay, universe, you win. Most people donât get a second chance like the two of you did. And now heâs dead, and soon you will be too. You can at least try to kill Fisk.
But you barely get a scratch in, yelling and screaming obscenities at him, as John grabs your arms from behind pulling you away. Fisk laughs and shakes his head again.
âItâs been lovely knowing you, Mrs. Murdock. Iâm sorry youâll have to die, you had so much potential. John, when youâre done doing whatever youâd like to her, kill her.â You hear him say it, but youâre blinded by rage, by grief.
John laughs behind you and forces you back into the chair, tying you back up once more. He looks at you, enraged and grief stricken, and just shakes his head.
âYou and I are going to have a lot of fun.â
He leaves for a few minutes, and you realize this is the first time youâve been left alone in this room. You tug at the knots and realize that while John is a gifted torturer, heâs not much of a knot tier.
So you manage to wiggle out of the rope, approaching the table in front of you. You donât have much time. Okay, maybe you wonât be able to kill Fisk, but John will do. You take a golf club off the table in front of you and turn to the record player.
You begin to smash the thing in, angrily cursing at it as Frank Sinatraâs voice fades off into nothing. When the song ends, the lights turn off. And then, red flood lights turn on in their place.
A back up generator. Lovely. You think that your smashing of the record player couldnât possibly make the whole buildingâs power go off, but you donât really care at that moment.
Youâre tired. You wonât make it far, but you need to try. You grasp the club and open the door, being greeted with a man you donât recognize. You smack him in the face with the club hard enough for him to fall to the ground.
The red lighting adds an eerie tone to the hallways as you creep around, concussing various henchmen that Fisk has working for him. You donât mean to kill these ones, only John.
But youâre running out of stamina, peeking around corners. And thatâs when you see him. John is just standing there like he knows youâre there.
âCome out to play, Mrs. Murdock?â He calls, approaching the corner where you are waiting on the other side.
You focus on his footsteps, taking a swing around the corner when you know heâs close enough. You hear a sharp crack! As he falls, and you canât see the blood in this lighting. Good. You begin to hit his head in, sobs mixing with yelling. You hate him. You want him to die before youâre killed.
But you donât get the pleasure, because a pair of arms are pulling you off him, and you begin yelling.
âNo!â You yelp. âNo, Fuck you! Let go of me! Stop!â You think itâs another one of his goons, and you just want to be able to finish the job before you die. The figure forces you to drop the club. âPlease, stop, donât hurt meââ
But heâs saying your name and turning you around to see him. You know that voice.
âSweetheart, hey, itâs just meââ He pants, his hands going to your cheeks. âItâs me, Itâs just me. Iâve got you.â
And you canât believe your eyes.
âMatt..?â You whimper, not able to believe it. âNo, youâre dead, this has to beââ
And then, Matt does something he wouldnât do for anyone who wasnât his wife. He pulls off his helmet so you can see his face. Oh.
âIâm right here. Iâve got you.â He says softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin.
Thatâs when you start to sob, falling against him, no energy left to carry yourself. His arms wrap around you, and you say it again.
âHe told me you were dead..â
âI know.. Iâm sorry, I donât know how he got my ring but weâve gotta get you out of here.â He tells you.
Youâre so tired. Youâre slumping against him as you try to walk, the warmth radiating off his body just drawing you to sleep.
The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Mattâs voice, begging you to stay awake.
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You see flashes. Your parents, your dad. Nightmares of Fisk killing Karen, Foggy, Frank, and worst of all, Matt. You see Johnâs sickening grin on the body of spiders, and youâre chased by his cruel laughter.
But the dreams are filmier compared to whatâs happening around you. You know Claire shows up at some point, and youâre thankful to her. Karen sits next to you sometimes, petting your hair, or sometimes itâs Foggy, talking your ear off.
You have fever dreams of Frank in full military gear, tormenting you.
âNot so tough now, huh, girl?â He teases. âYou really thought youâd kill the big bad wolf? Solve all your boyfriendâs problems?â Â
You say to him, âHusband, Heâs my husband.â
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Even in your dreams, where you were slashed and burned aches, and you long for the pain to end.
You wake up only once throughout these dreams, and itâs when Karen is playing music to try and calm you from your insistent nightmares.
Only one song snaps you out of it, and you hear it clear as day.
âFly me to the moon,â Sinatra sings, âLet me play among the stars,â
He only gets through a few more lines before youâre sitting up on the couch, screaming.
âNo! Stop, please!â You cry, and in an instant, Mattâs arms are around you. âMatt, please, donât let him hurt me, please! Please donât die, donât let him keep hurting me!â You beg, in a hazed, frenzied state.
âIâve got you, No oneâs going to hurt you..â
Karen turns off the music somewhere deep in the apartment.
âNo..â You begin to grow tired in his arms again. âMatty, please.. You canât die, please..â You whimper out, continuing to mumble out pleads as you fall back into your weird dream state.
â˘Â â˘Â â˘
You really wake up two days later. Mattâs hand is clasped over yours, and heâs just.. Sitting on the floor next to the couch, praying into your clasped hands.
Praying for what, you donât know.
Your body aches. But something in you tells you youâre safe.
âMattâŚ?â You whisper gently, and his head shoots up.
âHey..â He says softly, one hand leaving yours, coming up to brush your hair out of your face. âThere she is..â
âYouâre alive..â
He seems a little concerned you still had some doubts about this.
âI am. Fisk lied to you.. He never even touched me.â You nod.
âDid I kill him? The man you found me..â
âNo. Heâs just in a coma, I checked. Heâll be brought to justice.â
âI only wanted him dead when I thought you were too..â Because really, you would have nothing if Matt wasnât there. Nothing to live for. When he was blipped away, you had the hardest time readjusting to life. Now you know if he died again, youâd probably go off the rails.
No love story is saved more than once. You used up all your luck. Now it will be doomed if heâs ever killed again.
âI know.â He said gently.
âHow long have I been out? How long was I in there?â
âA week, and then you were out for four days here. They got you good, baby..â He says gently. âIâm sorry I didnât find you earlier.â
You frown softly.
âYou did find me though. Thatâs all that really matters anymore.â You know youâll be nursing scars for a long time. Physical or not.
âStill..â He said gently, and he brings your hand up to kiss it gently. âAnd Iâm sorry I told you to leave that night. I was just upset, but this past week and half.. I feel like Iâve been going crazy without you. No matter how mad at you I am, I never want to spend another night without holding you. Knowing that you could have beenâŚâ His voice breaks, and he just sighs, taking a moment to lean his head on your hand. âI love you, so much.â He kisses your palm again.
How are you so tired again? All youâve done is talk to him, but it feels like you just ran a marathon.
âI love you. Itâs why I married you. Because you and I, we were always meant to be with each other. No matter what.â
He smiles weakly and reaches over to the coffee table to grab something. He slips it on your finger and for the first time in over a week, your wedding ring is back where it belongs. You see Matt is wearing his. Your Matt. Your husband. The only one you were ever meant to be with.
âDid Claire patch me up? I remember her being here..â He nods softly.
âYeah, we.. we really owe her one. She was a huge help..â
âKaren and Foggy were here⌠And Frank?â
âNo, no, Frankâs still in Illinois, I think?â You nod softly. âYou were mumbling to him, though. I heard you⌠you were telling him you had a husband.â
You would laugh if it didnât hurt.
âHe called you my boyfriend. I had to correct him.â You grin.
âThatâs my girl.â He hums. Matt gently lifts you so you can sit up and drink some water. Then, he climbs onto the couch and brings you close. His arms wrap around your freshly wounded skin and you have a rare moment of gratefulness for his blindness.
You sit in silence for a while.
âDo you want to talk about it?â he asks gently.
You think about it all. The torture, the cuts, burns, the small room. Fiskâs laughter, Johnâs grin. But something sticks out to you.
âFisk said I was just like him.â
âWhat?â
âWe.. We grew up similar, Matt, I mean.. What if heâs right? What if the only thing separating him and I is one bad move?â
Your husband frowns and shakes his head.
âSweetheart, you are the.. the most amazing person Iâve ever met. Youâre the complete antithesis of Wilson Fisk. Yeah, you grew up like him, but youâre living proof that you donât have to go down the path he did just because of his background. You and I both know that there will never be a world where you end up like him. Especially not with me.â
You find comfort with his words. Not only did you make every choice not to be like Fisk, but you mustâve also made all the right decisions if in the end, you ended up with Matt. Oh, it wonât be easy, you know that for sure. Youâll never be able to listen to Frank Sinatra, and your upcoming nights are filled with nightmares and hauntings.
But one day youâll be okay. One day Youâll be able to sit in the silence without thinking about it. One day youâll get the image of dead Matt out of your head. Youâve spent many nights wondering about who will go first, you or him.
And then you realize the best-case scenario is that the two of you die at the same time, never living another moment without each other.
How would there ever be a world where you and your husband werenât with each other, even just for a moment?
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Steddie first kiss scenario
Accident: mistaken identity due to Steve being absolutely hammered | wc 893 |
Two hours into a Harrington house party, Eddie was getting near the end of his inventory and his social battery. The cup of punch-colored alcohol he'd been nursing had kept him nice and fuzzy for a while, but with the end in sight, he dumped the rest down the kitchen sink, tossed the cup in the trash, then turned, opting to walk out the back yard rather than navigate through the packed house.
But his progress was stopped in an empty hall by the man of the house himself, Steve Harrington.
A very drunk Steve Harrington, at that, considering the extra droop of his pretty eyes, lazy smile, overly loose movements, and the way he crashed into Eddie, pinning him against a small table, slurring loudly, "Nance! There'y'are."
He looked and smelled absolutely sloshed as he swayed further into Eddie's space.
"Steve, wha-"
"Been loogin for y' everywhere."
Before Eddie could even do anything, Steve's hands were buried in his curls and pulling him in until their lips met and - wow, that was definitely Steve Harrington's rum-soaked tongue in his mouth, making his stomach swoop, the heat from Steve's flushed face igniting a fire that tore across Eddie's skin, burning faster with every movement of Steve's lips. Lips that were soft, unlike the fingers curling, pulling Eddie's roots enough to make Eddie's hips press into Steve's, make him want to moa-
"You taste different. Like smoke and.....and peaches, hv'you been smoking?!" He frowned and shook his head. "S'not good for you."
He paused in thought as Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, mouth and scalp tingling from Steve's onslaught. His brain refused to make sense of anything happening. Were he not half propped up by the table against the wall and Steve's hold, Eddie would probably be on the floor.
"Wanna smoke now, achlly," Steve said as he put enough space between them to pat at his pockets before realizing with a laugh, "Oh wai', you've got 'em!"
He started patting at the pockets of a very shell-shocked Eddie as he continued to ramble, "And peashes. Where'd you ge' peashes? Y'llergic to the fuzz. You 'idn't eat that, d'you?"
Steve patted a little too far over the front of his jeans, making Eddie, honestly on the verge of blacking out, yelp. Steve giggled out, "Ticklish," then added, "You're taller," before pouting, "Ugh, your pockets 'r so full. When d'you put jeans on?" Steve let out a frustrated whine before huffing, "God, I can't find'em, just - "
Steve paused then smiled like he remembered the secret of life, and muttered, "You've got the smoke."
And just like that, Eddie's face was smooshed between Steve's hands, breath barely ghosting over Eddie's lips before he breathed Eddie in, eyes closed, probably imagining nicotine flooding his system.
Eddie would make a run for it if he were able to move, but he couldn't will his body to do anything but buzz from shock yet sing for Steve's touch.
Steve opened his eyes, and he took a long, glazed-over look at Eddie's face, settling on his lips.
"You kind of look different. Your lips....they're bigger." His eyes closed slowly then grew comically large. "D'you eat the fuzz, Nance?!" Steve panicked, then looked Eddie in the eyes again, and took a shuddering breath. "Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like -" Steve's face softened "- like his."
"Steve?"
To Eddie's immense horror, a very confused Barbara Holland had appeared behind Steve.
"Barrrb! Hey, guess what? Nance's been smoking!" he giggled.
"What?" Barb's eyes flicked back and forth between a very panicked, frozen Eddie.
"She tastes like smoke! Nancy Wheeler, smoking!" He cackled gleefully, but made it known that he was proud of her by turning back to Eddie and slurring, "You're so cool, 's like it's Halloween. Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby." And he swooped in and kissed Eddie one more time.
"Okay, Steve!" Barb shrieked and pulled him away. "Let's get you some water!" She shot Eddie a wide-eyed questioning look and steered a stumbling Steve toward the kitchen.
"He's so wasted, he thought I was Nancy!" Eddie rushed out quietly, which made Barb snort.
Eddie's face burned, numb to everything except where Steve had touched him. Which was kind of everywhere, actually, so he felt on fire. "And it happened before I could even- I didn't know what to d-"
"Eddie!" She cut off his rambling, then sighed. "Don't worry, you're fine. You're fine. Understand?" She was waiting for a response.
Eddie, head still swimming, nodded cautiously.
"Good," she said, letting some of her tension melt away, which Eddie tried to copy. "Doubt he'll remember any of it, anyway. I know I don't want to."
Eddie winced at that.
"No, it's not you, it's just-" she huffed then shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Drive safe, Eddie."
And just like that, she was gone.
Eddie followed suit with Steve's voice echoing in his head, an overlapping manic cacophony of
"Your lips....they're bigger."
"Your eyes, though, they....th' look, look kinda brown like...like his."
"Dressed up like Munson? Y' look so cool, baby."
Two kisses because Steve thought Eddie was his girl.
And her best friend had seen the second.
Actual fucking kisses because Steve thought he was his.
Thought Eddie was his.
Said he tasted like smoke and peaches.
Eddie drove home in a daze.
#eddie: just gonna head out#steve: my girlfriend! who's suddenly taller! with brown eyes! and in jeans with /full pockets/! look SO good#steve: like eddie#eddie: đđđ (404 not found)#barb wasn't a fan of steve's#barb goes missing from the harrington house two weeks later#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#cw: alcohol
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Your blog is wonderful, thank you for putting so much effort into compiling all the varied information out there on dungeon meshi into one place! You're amazing for that.
I'm wondering if you happen to know if there's ever been a confirmed reason why the goat demon took Mithrun's eye and ears (or if not, if you have any theories)? I know the adventurer's bible comic where Mithrun implied it had something to do with his grudge towards his brother (perhaps because he valued them as indicators of his 'heritage'?), but I've never been able to figure out what the demon got out of it. The only other time it did anything similar was with Laios's curse, and that was after he effectively killed it. Does it make a habit out of just generally ruining the day of anyone who survives an encounter with it, or is there a better reason why it might act so maliciously when it supposedly only wishes to consume desires? The only other thought I had was that it may have been trying to generate new desires since it needed to be stronger, that seems perhaps too far into the realm of wild speculation...
Sorry for the long ask! I've evidently been thinking myself in circles with this. And no pressure to respond to this at all!
The eye thing to me seemed more like the Demon getting a grip on him and not caring what was happening to o Mithrun
Here's the official translation vs EHScans from when he talks about his eyes an ears (Adventurer's Bible)
I think it is about his pride about how he had the features of his noble house differently from his brother, even tho he was the bastard.
Mithrun's desire were linked to his inferiority complex so I guess those were physical consequences of what the demon ate from him. besides the image of the eye and ear there's a "Yum/Tasty" so he definitely did it cause he wanted to eat it and not for revenge.
My theory is that he took it cause it was so intrinsically linked to his desire to be accepted/loved.
Mithrun was only accepted even tho he was a bastard because he had those traits, if he looked like his brother instead I bet he would be treated even worse than his brother was. And I'm pretty sure he knows that so his desires would be linked to those features and the demon ate it along with the rest? Perhaps the complex feelings attached to that were too tasty and he had to have a snack.
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And just like that, Forge has a name.
I almost choked when I heard it. I use captions, so I could see I hadn't imagined it, and I was in absolute shock. I repeated "DANIEL?" in disbelief about 10 times, my hand on my mouth and my eyes wide. I looked at my husband to confirm I wasn't going insane. Then I stared into space for the rest of the episode.
X-Men '97 using Forge's real name was the last thing I expected. And the way they did it, too, so casually, in conversation. I'D BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR 30 YEARS.
You might think it's a small thing, but before X-Men '97 episode 10, so before yesterday, Forge didn't have a real name. He was introduced in 1984. Let that sink in: that's 40 years without a single Marvel writer bothering to give him a name.
The fans, myself included, came up with headcanon to justify the decision and sometimes made up names for him in fanfic (Jonathan Silvercloud being the most famous one - no it's not an alt reality name, it comes from fic), but no Marvel writer took the time to explain or rectify.
This was frankly insulting of them, especially when you consider Forge's constant presence in the comics, and the ridiculous number of names some other characters have. Also, and perhaps most importantly, Chris Claremont had already planned a name for him:
All Marvel needed to do was use this name to make it canon. Or perhaps ask Claremont if they could use it. (And if they didn't want to speak to Claremont, they could still just...make up another name. You know, that thing writers do all the time.) But no, even after the name was announced on Twitter, it still was never used, on panel or elsewhere.
Enter a simple piece of dialogue in X-Men '97, and boom, Forge has a name. It wasn't that difficult, was it? Such a small move, but it shook me like a bomb. It's a historic moment for the character, and for the people who love him as much as I do. It's like he was finally given an identity, and with it the basic dignity he deserves.
I had imagined all sorts of scenarios in which his name would be revealed - all quite dramatic or emotional. But I guess the best way to retcon something that doesn't make sense is to pretend it never happened. So revealing his long-withheld name in conversation, natural like, is absolutely perfect. I love that Forge doesn't even react, because, you know, it's just his name, no big deal.
(I'm a bit sad that Ororo wasn't the first one to call him by his first name, but hey, you can't have it all.)
As far as I'm concerned, the name is canon now. '97 isn't the comics, but it's still Marvel, and that's good enough for me. I've waited long enough. And if the first name Claremont wrote is canon, then so is the last.
Which means: Forge has a full name. *SQUEEEEEEE*
I don't know who made the decision to use Forge's name or why, but I want to thank them. They righted a major wrong.
Now catch up, Marvel Comics. Everyone deserves a name. Even the monkey wrench repairman with non-flashy powers.
Everyone, meet Daniel Lone Eagle.
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Just a party, part 3
"Number 14 and 16"
"Guess it's you and me again." Ben took my hand and we went to the room we were assigned"
We left Ezra and Jason back there. Poor Jason, he was really fed up with Ezra. Hope he'll survive the night in that pip squeak body.
We opened the door of the room. I went on the bed. Ben right down next to me
It was awfully quiet. We wanted to have a party, we were overworked, stressed and probably needed a drink to loosen up a bit. We knew immediately that we both felt the same way. And we headed to the bar of the building.
The emplyees were serving us, asking about our needs and desires. Creepy but somehow nice. I bet the studio must have pay a massive ammount to get us to this event. But they all say that this one even is worth working for Hollywood. It fullfills you.
"You know, we didn't have much time to explore our bodies by ourselves before. With the Comic Con and so on, giving out all the autographs. I'm pretty sure that all the fans that will try to sell stuff with 'your' signature are gonna be pretty sad. I tried to perfect your signature Henry, but it still looks like someone else did it."
"Even better then. Those who really appreciate it get to keep it anyway and the ones trying to sell won't be as succesfull'
"Henry? You know I'm now the one wearing SUPERMAN's body? You don't have to act like him all the time."
"I don't honestly. I am just being polite most of the time. A decent human being."
"How about you show me how my BATMAN body looks like? You know what? Let's call each other by the name of our bodies, ok? To make the experience worth it. I wanna know what it feels like to be you"
"Ok then HENRY, now I wanna show you now what it truly feels like to FEEL that SUPERMAN body"
Henry in Ben's body lowered down to give Ben a head. He unzipped his pants and took out the beautiful hard cock he was already familiar with:"I think it looks even better from this angle" And the he took it in his mouth
It might have been the fact that I knew my cock so well. The way it responded to my tongue circling around the top, sucking his balls made me sure I was making Ben feel good. But I can't let him cum yet.
Suddenly my phone rang. I just looked up at him. He only winked at me and picked up.
"Hey, this is... HENRY Cavill. Sure, I got time. New TV series? The Witcher? I am not sure about that"
I looked at him aggresively. Playing Witcher is my dream, he can't deny them.
"Jeez. Ok, I really want it. When do we start? Ok, thanks. No, I can't talk that long, there is something I need to take care of. Bye."
My blow job was coming to an end. Then I stopped. Can't let him finish that easily.
"Please, go on!"
"Can't do that HENRY! You got an ass to breed. And I wanna have fun too"
I took his hand and dragged him to the entrance hall.
"The room is too far, let's go to one of the closests, I wanna fuck you there."
We took the first door on the right. Passionately making out on the way. Ben pushed me against one of the lockers. Wait, that wasn't a closet. We must have entered the lockers of the employees. We kept on going.
Suddenly we noticed voices from a room around the corner. We stopped and I showed Ben a finger on my lips to shush him. We went closer to get to hear them
"All right. As I have said before, we are now on the full capacity of our guests. They are very busy right now. Each and every one of you has an envelope with a name of the actor or other famous person they get to swap with today. For those of you who haven't read it, the reason of the swap is the Writers and actors strike. You will get a brand new life of a popular person, their money in exchange for absolute loyalty and diacretion about the swap. I am deeply sorry to everyone who wanted to go back to their bodies sometimes in the future, but we have to get rid of them. The actors in your bodies can't let anyone know about this. Is anyone against this?" nobody responded which led us to believe that they agreed"
"Ok. We now have 48 minutes until the door of the rooms get locked completely, sealing our guests inside making it easier for us. We will be going over some details with each and everyone of you. Starting with Miguel who will be receiving Henry Cavil's body..."
I looked in shock at Ben in my body. He was also horrified about what we just heard.
"We have to warn everyone!" Ben said to me
Suddenly a manly voice above us said very calmly:"Haha. But we won't let you, gentlemen" the man above us was Chris Hemsworth, holding a taser. Something was telling me, that Chris wasn't the one controlling his body anymore, or the one of his friends who swapped with him
To be continued...
Story request from inbox by Anonymous: That Hugh and Ryan story was Great! Maybe you can do a swap involving Ben Affleck and Henry Cavill?
And also continuation for part 2.
Inbox request: Your stories are soo good, love the Chris E. and RDJ swap. Maybe a second part involving some actors from dc, like Ezra Miller and Jason Momoa swapping to try new roles & running into Henry Cavill and Ben Affleck in the rooms?
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ASK COMPILATION: LORE, CHARACTERIZATION, AND THE ONE IN WHICH I RUIN A BUNCH OF PEOPLE'S FUN
As usual, this is far from all of the asks in my inbox but I'm trying to catch up đŠthank you everyone for your patience!
For the record, if your ask isn't being answered, that most likely means one of three things:
I am saving it as a possible art prompt.
I sincerely don't have a very interesting or good reply for it yet!
It's a question I have been asked multiple times/the answer is in my pinned post.
Glad you like them!!
As much as I don't limit what I draw to canonical events, vampirism is so antithetical to DU drow's character journey that I couldn't really envision it, to be honest, but who knows! Maybe I'll cook up some Ascended Astarion scenario someday that is kind of a role-reversal of the Bhaalist DU Drow AU I have going on in tandem to the story.
I'll be honest, this is one of the rare times where I'm really not sure which aspect of DU drow's weirdness this is in reference to. Do you know something I don't? đ
His masochism is very... Classic, I guess? He's in it for the pain and for the emotional connection, and the process of being pierced wouldn't cut it whatsoever, it's too subtle. The body modifications he has are an incidental result of it, but they were never really the goal.
Also having stuff dangling off his face or body would just irritate him, he specifically only does rings because all other types of jewellery get in the way too much. Pre-tadpole Bhaalist drow obviously wore them by the ton, but only as a symbol of status and because he had a permanent new-money complex𤡠so yeah not a piercing-type of character at all, sorry!
He's smooth from the eyelashes-down and profoundly weirded out by body hair LOL
I don't personally think that whatever Astarion had for a home before would bear my resemblance to it after 200 years - having probably gone through several owners, remodeled, if not completely lost to the destruction of the end-game. I do HC that he used to visit it whenever he could as an enthralled spawn to read his mail, but he stopped after his father passed.
THANK YOU, I THINK? I can't say that isn't a passionate description at least!
I'm honestly surprised that this comes up as often as it does LOL but it's just an stylistic choice on my end!
The latter - for sure. He figured that them dying at each other's hands at the end was a given and took that assumption entirely for granted (and I'm sure daydreamed about it often while Gortash went on and on about political strategy during their dinner meetings.)
;))) way ahead of you and by "way ahead" I mean "eventually and whenever I can figure out when to do it alongside the other 30 ideas I am currently juggling" (but I really do want to make a little comic out of it!)
He used them! Not immediately, but he grew to trust the guardian after some initial suspicion and happily gobbled up those squirmy little things alongside Astarion. Because I made his character on a whim and without any planned backstory, I didn't really put any thought into his Guardian's appearance either, so she's just a human woman with a Joan of Arc look going on who's of no significance to him or his past.
But DU drow did trust her, again not immediately but eventually. It was honestly a big kick in the gut to him when the Emperor revealed himself and it definitely set their relationship up to fail from the get-go.
This is also why he didn't ascend to the next stage of Ilithid power, he just stomped the thing dead right on the spot LOL
LMAO I think Gortash is too proud to chase a tail he can't catch like that
He was probably very overwhelmed by the sudden realization that OH, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING BECAUSE OF ME which naturally didn't come across whatsoever to anyone present since he immediately bottled it up and tucked it away out of sight. However, as the story progressed and DU drow helped his friends get out of their respective pickles he was probably able to justify it to himself as it having been for the greater good - since it led to Astarion being freed from his master and Shadowheart to defying the Sharrans.
As for all of the rest of the ensued destruction and death that resulted from it? Well you can't make an omelette without cracking some eggs, or whatever is the wizard version of that saying. He has essentially turned the entire situation into a net-positive in his mind and sleeps great at night because of it.
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(ăĎă) soul reuniting with his streamer bf
pairing : soul (p1harmony) x male reader
warnings: none :)) oh wait, reader is japanese - speaks japanese and a lil korean - but other than that theres no physical description being described so i hope it still is relatable (he had to b japanese for the plot âźď¸)
rating : just fluffy pining and subtle (not so subtle) clingyness from shota <3 abrupt ending (?) a lil bit, sawrryyy
-> pt. 1 , maybe a short series because i feel this is just too cute + i feel like this was written rlly messy so pls excuse that and just look at how cute soul is pls.
wc : 4.1k+
the two of you met way before he even became a trainee and stayed close throughout his whole journey. being one of the few people he kept close from his hometown, he is always eager to talk to you and catch up â even if you guys are now very far from each other.
while he pursued his dream of becoming an idol, you were working towards your own, which was to become a popular streamer. with how oversaturated the market is, it took you quite a while to make a name for yourself. luckily, you had a strong support system in shota and the loved ones surrounding you. and all the hard work and effort you put into this dream eventually paid off, in two years time you were a well known name in the gaming community, not just in japan, but internationally.
shota liked tuning into your streams whenever he could, playing them around the dorm and watching them at full volume as he was entranced completely by you. the members wondered why he would be so invested in your streams, beginning to recognize your face from how often shota would watch, but did not know how deep your relationship with the boy was.
he kept his love life a secret from everyone, including the members, to play it safe. he was still young and even though he knew how much he loved you, he doubted he would be able to convince those around him how serious this relationship was for him and theyâd just end up forcing a break up to happen between you two. he knew he could trust the members to not be completely doubtful of his relationship, but he still didnât really see a rush in telling them.
meanwhile, since they thought that he was just watching some random dude streaming, they didnât pester him about it, noticing that you were japanese and immediately marking it up to shota finding some sort of comfort to his homesickness.
âsho, guess what?â
he immediately made a face at the question, making you laugh at his suspicions.
âwhat?â he asked, wondering what had you so smiley. naturally, it made him smile in return, ear to ear with his eyes crinkling at the ends.
you didnât say anything, instead showing him the plane ticket that was in your hand, as well as the passport that was accompanying it. he leaned forward to the phone screen, eyes comically blowing wide as he physically jumped into the air.
âoh my god!â he exclaimed in english, making his members snap their head in his direction at the sudden screech. he began giggling like a kid, running in place to physically get out all of his emotions of excitement and anticipation. âare you serious? are you really coming?!â
the members looked at each other in confusion, wondering if any of them could translate what he was saying from japanese to korean. then they watched in even more confusion with the way he threw himself into his room and shutting the door behind him rather excitedly.
âyep! my flight is in thirty minutes, iâll be there in, hm, 3 or 4 hours?â you grinned, trying to be mindful of your volume as people were beginning to stare at you for your excited whispers to your phone.
â[name]! youâre really coming?!â he repeated again, throwing himself onto his bed and hugging one of the stuffed plushies you had bought him. âare you really coming?â
âyes, shota! why else would i be at the airport?â you laughed, spinning the camera around to show your surroundings, âi think i might have to hang up soon though, the people are starting to whisper about me,â
âno, no, stay on the phone until your plane leaves! promise, iâll be quiet,â he pleads, looking at you with nothing but adoration and love, hugging the plushie tight as he imagined it were you instead. well, it would be in a couple of hours, which he found to be unbelievable.
âhm, ok, ok, until the plane leaves then,â you agree, nodding and internally cooing at how cute your boyfriend is, âwhat should we do when i get there?â
âeat! eat!â he chants, âthen shopping? we have to get you some souvenirs. wait, how long are you going to be staying? do you already have a hotel? maybe the managers will let me have you stay in the dorm-â
his rambles continued on beyond that, the words leaving his lips before he could realize. but you simply let him go on, smiling at the animated expressions he was using while he talked and how audibly excited he was at your surprise visit.
âno, no, donât, i already have a hotel booked, it should be pretty close to your dormâŚif i was understanding the directions correctly when i booked,â you commented, crossing your fingers for shota to see, âmy korean still isnât the best, but iâve been studying for a long time,â
âitâs probably better than mine,â he comforts, making you frown at his comment. he raises his hand in defense, swiftly apologizing for the slight self-deprecation.
âiâll be there for about a month? i didnât know your exact schedule, so i wanted to stay for a while in case it overlapped-â
âwe already finished promoting for our recent song, so we donât really have anything scheduled â besides morning and afternoon practices and lessons,â shota explained truthfully, grin widening as he realized heâd actually get to spend a lot of time with you.
âthen, thatâs perfe-â
you were cut off as there was an announcement made for you flight, making it known that boarding was beginning. shota frowned at the news, but reminded himself heâd finally get to see you in person in a few hours.
âiâll see you soon, sho! promise the time will go by like this,â you snapped your fingers, making shota anxiously-excitedly toy with the soft fabric of the plushie.
âbye, i love you,â he says quickly, waving his hand towards the camera.
âi love you too, shota, i canât wait to see you again!â
a blush is present on both of your faces at the farewell, but thankfully the camera doesnât properly pick it up. you hang up after a couple seconds of waving bye, making shota turn onto his bed with a dreamlike look on his face.
in a split second, heâs turning over onto his stomach and making all sorts of noises into the thick mattress below him and ruining the neatness of his sheets as he flails around in bed. he thinks about how this would be the first time in about six years you two would see each other. and he gets all flustered at the idea, wondering how you have changed â how heâs changed and how you would react to it.
youâve talked almost every single night since heâs left japan, but facetimes and phone calls canât compare to the real thing. and he now feels nervous, butterflies in his stomach as he continues kicking into the bed.
âsoul? what are you doing?â jongseob asked, peering into the room with a confused look on his face.
he stills in his actions, looking up from the pillow at his close friend and weakly replying, âboyfriend is coming.â
jongseob blinks several times before repeating what soul said, in a loud, shocked tone, âyour what?!â
âboyfriend,â shota says, enunciating the syllables, âis coming. here. now.â
âwhat?! since when did you have a boyfriend?!â
âa what?!â
now the other members are barging into the room and surrounding soul, whoâs still in a panic over how youâll react to seeing him in person for the first time. keeho takes a seat next to him, placing both of his hands on his shoulders, ârepeat what you told jongseob,â
getting tired of the entire interviewing process, shota speaks in a clear, definitive tone, âmy boyfriend from japan is coming here, now. heâs on a flight, now!â
thereâs silence that falls over everyone, taking in the words.
âwell, thatâs good, right?â keeho tries looking at the positive side, refusing to question shota further on why he never said anything about having a relationship, instead choosing to be comforting rather than demanding.
âno â well, yeah it is, it is! but what if he doesnât like me anymore?â shota whispers, feeling himself grow more self conscious as he realizes what he had just said to his members.
âokay well, since we know nothing about him since itâs our first time hearing of him-â jiung slaps keeho on the back of the head, making the leader clear his throat and reword his sentence, âwell, we donât know much about him, but iâm sure him coming all the way here for you is a clear sign that he still likes you, shota,â
he remains silent, fiddling with the rings adorning his fingers. the others watch on, anxious and too shocked to really say anything else. so he shoots up from his bed, grabs his towel, and rushes to the bathroom to shower and freshen up, and also clear his thoughts.
in the newfound silence of the bedroom, they all look at each other.
âshota has a boyfriend?â intak repeats, still not believing the news, âwhy didnât he tell us?â
keeho shrugs, that question being the main thing on his mind. he wonders if soul was burdening himself with such a secret for a long time and frowns as he thinks about how there might be more that heâs hiding.
âwell, letâs not question him too much about it, if this guy is on a flight right now, that means that heâs gonna be here in a couple of hours. just, pretend that everything is normal, alright?â keeho advises them all, motioning for them to leave the room to give shota privacy when he gets out of the shower.
after the flight that was a little over three hours long, you finally touched ground in south korea. you felt both giddy and nervous over being reunited with your boyfriend after so long, but tried to not focus on the nerves too much. after going through airport security and securing your luggage, you opened an app on your phone, about to call for a taxi to take you to your hotel, but a shadow standing in front of you distracted you.
looking up in confusion, your furrowed brows became relaxed the moment you recognized who it was. it took a couple of seconds considering they were wearing a beanie that covered their hair and a mask.
but you could easily recognize shotaâs eyes from a mile away.
he was standing in front of you with a bouqet of flowers proudly in front of him, as well as a plushie keychain of sorts also attached to the bouqet.
âsho-chan!â you cried out, pulling him into a hug immediately, which he reciprocated in a second. the flowers were crushed in between the both of your chests, but neither of you minded. he rocked the two of you back and forth, the mask on his face covering his grin, as he breathed in your scent. âwhy are you here? what if you get caught?â
âi needed to see you,â he whispered, still holding you so tight it was borderline suffocating. his arms were around your waist as his hands went up and down your back, fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your clothes. as if he were grabbing for you, trying to understand that you really were in front of him.
this wasnât one of his dreams.
âi missed you so much,â you said, smiling into his chest as he kept running his hands up and down your back. you tried pulling away, but he was pretty adamant in keeping you against him. it took pinching his side with laughter before he could release you. and even then, he still had his arm around your shoulder to keep you close. âso, what are you do-â
â[name]-san! welcome to korea!â
it was a sudden exclamation of pretty off-sounding japanese. you looked behind shota and saw five heavily disguised individuals holding a sign reading the words they had just said, as well as one of them holding flowers.
âwhat is going on?â you ask, voice breaking into laughter at the awkward scene.
âmy members, they wanted to come so that they could say hello to you,â shota explained quickly, âi just told them today, that you were my boyfriend, so i think they were really excitedâŚthey seem more excited than i do,â
you watched shotaâs reaction carefully, to see if there was any hint of how they took the news, but he was just relaxed and embarrassed of their activities, not at all spiteful or hurt. so you simply smiled, taking his hand in yours and walking forward.
âthank you so much for the warm greeting,â you bow in thanks, taking the flowers from theo, and looking at each of them, âwe can just speak in korean, by the way, no need for japanese,â
âyeah, they donât speak it well anyway, so i doubt youâd be able to understand anything they said,â shota teases in his mother tongue, making you smack him on the chest as a way of scolding him for being so mischievous. but he only smiles wider, grabbing your hand in his and swinging it back and forth. âshould we go?â
the rest of the members watch his comfortabilty with you, fond smiles on their faces, before nodding and agreeing that they should leave the airport before someone notices them. shota makes sure to stay close, holding you tight with a grin that he canât wipe off of his face the entire time.
âso, [name], how did you and soul meet?â keeho asked, closing the door behind him as everyone was settled into the van. you sat at the window seat, shota next to you and jongseob on his other side. the remaining four were sitting in front of you, being able to look at you directly with the way the vanâs seats were positioned.
âme and shota have known each other before he even came to korea for training,â you explained carefully, trying to keep the vocabulary simple so you didnât confuse yourself, âchildhood friends,â
âso when did you two starts dating?â
you look at shota, trying to remember the exact amount of time. he giggled quielty, deciding to answer, âi asked him to be my boyfriend a couple of months after our debut,â
the members tried fighting off the look of surprise on their faces, but it was hard when the news was so ground breaking. since debut, soul had been successful in keeping his relationship with you hidden.
âwait â hold on,â intak clapped his hands, pointing a finger at you with shock painted across his face. keeho smacked his pointing finger down in a second, glaring at the third youngest for his behavior, âi know you! i know your face!â
you became bashful, nodding your head at the manâs exclamation.
âwait, intak how do you know him?â jiung asked, confused even more, along with the rest of the members.
out of nowhere, theo was next to shout out, âoh! i know you too! this is crazy!â he said, looking at you and soul with wide eyes, âyou never told us he was the one you always watch,â
âguys, what are you talking about?â keeho asked, making theo and intak both shout at the same time: âthe streamer soul is always watching!â
shota covers his face in embarassment of his membersâ antics while jiung, jongseob, and keeho all make sounds of realization.
âyouâre so cool!â keeho says suddenly, also putting two and two together, âme and soul were watching you together one day, youâre really good at game. how did i not recognize you?â the last part was rhetorical, of course, but you simply shook your head in bashfulness.
âwait, this is so cool, soulâs dating him!â jongseob said, grinning ear to ear as he slaps shotaâs shoulder several times. then he looks at you with a kind smile, âi watch your streams sometimes, youâre really cool!â
âhuh? since when?â soul asked, hearing that piece of news for the first time.
âsince i started playing honkai, heâs got good builds,â jongseob shrugs, looking at you with a kind smile, âwow, you look different in person, in a good way!â
shota rolls his eyes at jongseobâs compliment, but you thank him with a genuine smile and nod of your head.
âthatâs really nice of you guys, i didnât know shota would be watching it that frequently,â you said, feeling shy at the fact that these guys have probably all seen you look your worst on streams where you didnât really care for your appearance.
âhe watches you allll the time,â intak adds on, âalways on his phone watching you!â
âand with no headphones, itâs at full volume too,â jiung says, briefly scowling at soul before sweetly smiling at you, âi guess he was just so proud that he wanted everyone in the dorm to know,â
shota waves his hand and makes noises to tell them to shut up, but their exposing of him doesnât end there. they keep telling more and more about his behavior whenever he watched your streams, the entire car ride consisted of that while shota tried getting them to stop.
but you took each thing they said to you with a genuine smile and thankful nod. you were internally relieved that they were all very accepting and not even paying any mind to the fact that you and shota were both boys dating, just treating your relationship like any other â which you appreciated.
the entire car ride was light hearted and full of laughter, plus shota making embarrassed noises whenever they exposed him of his very down bad behavior that they were also piecing together. whenever shota would get particularly embarrassed, heâd hide into your shoulder and whine audibly enough to the point they also began teasing him for that.
finally, the van arrived to their dorm and they quickly explained, âletâs just eat dinner first before you go to your hotel room,â and they all seemed too excited to deny, since you thought that it would have been too burdensome. but with the way they were so eagerly guiding you to the building made you feel too welcomed to refuse.
âwe tried cleaning up before you came, so if thereâs any mess, please excuse it,â keeho says softly, looking a bit embarassed, but you just shake your head and tell him it was fine. shota is still lingering incredibly close, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.
âwe bought a mix of korean and japanese food, so hopefully you find something you like,â jiung says, motioning for you to take a seat across from him and smiling excitedly at the sight of the food, âeverything looks really delicious. i want to try the curry,â
âit smells very good, too,â you comment, the aroma of all the food surrounding you all. they all agreed with moans of pleasure, excited to finally dig in and soon, they were all grabbing their own pair of chopsticks and grabbing pieces of the food.
shota grabbed at least one piece of everything for you, excitedly watching you react to each thing you tasted. his dark eyes were seemingly permanently resting in a crescent position and his cheeks were always raised high due to his smile.
âis it yummy?â he asked after feeding you a spoonful of spicy tofu stew. you nodded with sounds of approval at the food, making the other member chuckle in agreement.
âhere, try this one,â shota repeats, holding a piece of an unknown dish to your mouth. his hand is resting underneath it in case he needs to catch it. opening his mouth as he feeds you, eagerly awaiting your reaction once again.
he did this with every dish that was on the table, grinning happily and shaking your hands together every time you enjoyed it. jiung had to physically restrain himself from showing any sign of giddiness at how adorable the two of you were.
âso, what do you have planned while youâre in seoul?â keeho kindly asked.
soul was eagerly waiting for your response wanting to get any hint of anything that the two of you could be doing for the entire month you were together. trying to ignore his adorable eyes planted on you, you looked directly at keeho, âi have a lot of things i want to do and see, like the traditional villages and stuff, but also the other tourist spotsâŚiâve never been to korea before so iâll be happy to see anything! i do have some stuff planned with shota, but, i canât spoil them,â
the boys all nodded in understanding, looking pleased at the information.
âwell, if you ever need anything, weâll all be here for you,â
you thanked them for being so kind and that was the wrap up of your meal. shota was quick in pulling you away, the others not minding that he was skipping out on cleaning up since he was so visibly excited to be with you. he carried you into his shared room with jongseob by your waist, falling onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh.
despite not seeing you for so long, the level of comfortability was not at all forgotten. his awareness of his skin against yours was enough to make him crave it more, burying his head into your neck and tightening his hold around your waist. you laughed at the ticklish sensation, feeling his smile press against your skin.
you rolled over a couple of times until you were in a comfortable position. shota moved up to sit against the wall, letting you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of his, and resting his hands in yours, holding on tight.
âi canât believe youâre really here,â he sighs, eyes blown wide as he takes the sight of you in, âi missed you so much, [name], you wouldnât believe it,â his voice is quiet and soft, as if he wants these words to only exist in this moment alone.
his hand gently moves to rest on your cheek and your scared that heâd feel just how hot your skin was from the close proximity and his heartfelt words. but he can only smile at you so fondly, the cool feeling of his rings against your skin calming your racing heart (to an extent).
âalways wanted to go back home to you,â he whispers, his other arm moving to wrap around your waist. he leans forward, making your chests meet at the sudden closeness, as well as vice grip around your middle half making you forcefully press against him.
âi missed you too, shota,â itâs soft, but he catches it and he smiles ear to ear at the confession.
âcan i kiss you?â
it takes a couple of seconds to process what exactly he had said, but when it finally does click all you can manage is a nod. itâd be your first kiss together, but there wouldnât be any more perfect of a time than now to have one. reunited after years of being apart, forcing a long distance relationship that you both knew would have sparse amounts of support.
his eyes are trained on yours, until he eventually flutters his eyes shut and leans in for the softest kiss in the world. he squeezes you closer, practically melting into you as he tries so hard to keep your lips on his for as long as possible.
when the two of you have to pull away, heâs already grinning ear to ear with a healthy blush on his face.
âi love you so much, [name],â he gently says.
itâs the easiest thing in the world to reply back, âi love you too, shota,â
âpt. 2 would probably be more centered around how reader being a streamer acc impacts the plot lmao (like random ass ppl recognizing him on the street - which i think would b rlly funny)
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