#and i love that shes not afraid to say she loves me . it means a lot .
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Glinda gets what she deserves at the end of Wicked
I don’t necessarily mean this in an all negative light either, Glinda’s ending is bittersweet – sad, but hopeful. But she does not deserve an all out happy ending at the end of the musical.
I don’t know if I’m gonna be crucified for this, but here goes.
Glinda in Act 2 is a key part of a fascist regime. She doesn’t just live in it, she isn’t forced to take part in it and she’s not working as a double agent (like Fiyero). She knows what they are doing to the Animals (which includes separating infants from their mothers and putting them in cages, and making Animals so afraid they literally forget how to speak), she knows and loves people it is hurting and yet she continues to actively promote it.
(I won’t point out the connections to real world situations, but I’m sure you guys can all think of examples and think of how you feel about people who are active participants in helping such regimes.)
We see she knows all this too. We see she excuses it for her ego and the power:
Glinda: Do you think I like to hear them say those awful things about her? I hate it!
Fiyero: Then what are we doing here? Let's go, let's get out of here!
Glinda: We can't leave now, not when people are looking to us to raise their spirits.
Fiyero: You can't leave, because you can't resist this. And that is the truth.
Glinda: Maybe I can't. Is that so wrong? Who could?
Elphaba: No, of course you never! You're too busy telling everyone how wonderful everything is!
Glinda: I'm a public figure, now. People expect me to...
Elphaba: Lie?
Glinda: Be encouraging!
And if one could possibly argue (weakly) that, given she’s not actually doing any of the regime’s actual violence, just keeping people’s hopes up she’s not as bad as those who are, she gets worse:
Morrible: Well, we'll just flush her out and force her to show herself.
Wizard: But how?
Glinda: Her sister
Morrible: What? What did she say?
Glinda: Use her sister. Spread a rumour. Make her think her sister is in trouble and she will fly to her side... and you'll have her.
Even if one argues that Glinda is somehow not clever enough to realise that they’ll end up killing Nessa, she sure as hell knows it will get Elphaba captured. And there’s no way that Elphaba being captured won’t lead to the execution of her best friend. Yes, she’s heartbroken, yes, she might not have said this when emotions weren’t running high, but it doesn’t make her terrible words less deadly (and bear in mind Elphaba hadn’t even done anything to hurt Glinda! It was Fiyero who chose to go with her).
Glinda only really starts realising what she has done in March of the Witch hunters, when Nessa is dead, Fiyero is tortured and presumed dead and Elphaba has descended into madness – all because of her own action. And, kudos to her, this is when she decides to change, she immediately goes to Elphaba and tries to warn her about the Witch Hunters, apologises and ultimately Elphaba trusts her with the Grimmorie and to continue her legacy (which she immediately does by overthrowing the Wizard). She has started down the track to good but she still has a long way to go.
I am not the first, nor will I be the last to point this out but “Goodness knows the wicked’s lives are lonely, goodness knows the wicked die alone”, sung by Glinda,is clearly not about Elphaba. Elphaba was not wicked, nor did she die alone (literally Dorothy was in the room and metaphorically Glinda supported and loved her). Glinda is singing about herself, Glinda knows she has been wicked, Glinda knows that it is her own actions that have lead to the “death” of her friends.
So what Glinda is left with is a chance to do good. A chance to live up to her name and make up for what she’s done. A chance to use what she’s most talented at, making people like her, to continue the legacy of her best friend. Despite everything, Elphaba does trust her, if she didn’t she wouldn’t have left her with this responsibility.
Glinda: Fellow Ozians, friends, we have been through a frightening time. There will be other times and other things that frighten us. But if you let me, I'd like to try to help. I'd like to try to be... Glinda the Good.
This is why she is going to “try” to be Glinda the Good, because she hasn’t been good yet. She has learnt a lot of very hard lessons through the narrative, been dragged kicking and screaming out of her selfishness, ego and giving into her worst impulses and is grateful for a chance to repent. And honestly, I’m sure she will suceed.
And one last thing:
Elphaba: I only wish...
Fiyero: What?
Elphaba: Glinda could know that we're alive.
Fiyero: She can't know, not if we want to be safe. No one can ever know.
I know a lot of people take ire with this line. But Fiyero, always the best strategist of the group, is right. The last time Glinda was trusted with important information it led to a death and two more people nearly dying. She has not earned that trust yet.
But, remember, Glinda isn’t stupid, Glinda is in a position where she’s going to have to think more and more. Glinda has presumably seen her roommate get wet before, she saw Fiyero’s reaction to the rumour, no matter how much searching happens Fiyero’s body never turns up, how long is it really going to take for her to connect the dots? Sure “Glinda can never know” for sure, but she sure as hell can be comforted by the fact she’s almost certain her best friend did not melt from a bucket of water.
#wicked#wicked meta#Glinda#wicked movie#wicked musical#I feel like Gelphie shippers might be mad#but it's not that I don't like her character#she's a facinating and deep character#she's just a pretty bad person for a lot of the show#but not irredeemable#Fiyero in contrast makes decisions to be on the right side once he has the chance#Fiyeraba works because Fiyero supports Elphaba and cares for the same cause#galinda
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A MANS GAME
summary: Eddie’s mind instantly went wild when he saw a woman prancing around like she loved bands and board games. when that same woman asked him to sell her weed, she couldn’t help but think he wasn’t being set up by the one and only Jason Carver. if y/n thought she could humiliate Eddie, and make him look like a fool, she was wrong. he was going to show her that.
warnings: misogyny, hate, delusion, drug deal, drug use, planned trap, semi kidnapping, unconstitutional drugging, unconstitutional fingering, SA, slight BDSM, rough sex, baby trapping, etc
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“And, what exactly is she wearing?” Eddie asked as he saw the new girl pass with a gamer shirt, that he’s never seen before, only rarely. “I think it’s some kind of game. Don’t know exactly,” Dustin said, not really paying attention to her.
“So girls like games now? Hm,” Eddie sarcastically said, eying y/n through the hallway as people complimented her style. “Yeah, which is hot, actually,” Mike said, making Eddie roll his eyes.
In his years of living, he has never met a girl who genuinely liked games, unless they had a boyfriend. She was new to the school, so there was no way she had one. He wouldn’t believe it if she said she was long-distance.
“Isn’t that, like, all you’ve been looking for? Or are you still on Christy? — She’s never gonna leave Jason Carver, dude. Especially not for you! No offense,” Sinclair said. “None taken,” Eddie said, knowing Sinclair was right.
For the rest of the day, Eddie’s eyes had been opened every time y/n walked by, stalking and watching her every move. There was just someone about her that he didn’t like.
He swore she was just another preppy, stuck-up girl who would do anything to get a little attention.
“Hey, uh, Eddie?” Y/n asked, now in front of his face. He had zoned out. “Yeah?” He asked quickly, hoping she wasn’t here to ask what his problem was for watching her every move.
“I heard you sell, and I just left Cali. You wouldn’t mind selling me anything, right? I-I have extra if you’re afraid I’ll tell,” y/n said, watching how Eddie’s eyes widen.
When she looked at him, she couldn’t stop but think how amazing he was. She barely saw men like this around in Hawkins.
“Sure, but, I gotta ask — Do you even smoke? Or is this like a, I wanna fit in, thing?” He asked, making her giggle at his thought process. “I really smoke, hun,” she smiled, flashing diamonds that were glued to her teeth. She was truly into what she dressed like, but, Eddie couldn’t seem to believe it.
“Hm, well, I’ve got some at the crib. Maybe stop by later tonight? My uncles outta town so, any late times doesn’t matter to me,” Eddie said, getting a dark feeling in the back of his mind, but he slightly ignored it.
“That’s fine with me,” y/n said before she slowly walked off after giving one last smile. “Yeah, we’ll see if you’re genuine, girly,” Eddie said under his breath, convincing himself that she had to be some kind of setup.
Eddie had horrible overthinking problems. No one throughout his whole high school career liked him, so why, now that he’s in college, would a girl randomly know he sells weed and would want some from him.
“Dude, you good? Looks like she’s got your tongue,” Sinclair said, making Eddie laugh loudly. “Her? Oh, Jesus, no — A girl like that is just a plant to see if I’d fall for it,” Eddie spoke, sounding delusional as always.
“What do you mean, plant?” Mike asked. “You see, she just had a class with Jason, and I saw them talking. I bet you he’s setting me up by swinging a girl like that my way,” Eddie said, truly believing what he was saying.
“And, how would he possibly set you up, Eds? She doesn’t even look like she’d do something like that to you. A stranger!” Dustin said as he rolled his eyes, tired of him seeing everything as some trap.
“Oh, but I bet, she would. You see, a girl like that doesn’t exist. I bet you tonight, she’ll come over, make some move then leave before we get to do anything, then tell the whole school how I thought someone finally liked me,”
The younger men looked at each other, confused about why Eddie was acting this way. She was nice. They barely hear that around here, and he’s always shutting her down.
“Okay, man, whatever you say,” Sinclair said before he walked off with his basketball team that had just passed. “You need to work on yourself dude,” Dustin said. “Seriously,” Mike added.
It’s currently late at night, almost so late, that Eddie thought she wouldn’t show up. That was until he heard a knock on his front door.
Eddie got up from his and made his way to the front. He had a few things to ask y/n to test out what kind of person she was.
“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” y/n said as she walked in after Eddie stepped aside. “No problem, I was just looking at the band you have in your shirt, and I was curious,” Eddie got straight into it.
“This band? Oh, yeah, they’re kind of my favorite,” y/n smiled. “Ah huh — I realized they don’t really do music. They’re more into book writing,” Eddie said, which was correct.
“Yep, that's how I got into them. I love reading, and when I found out they had music, that was even better,” she said, making him chuckle low. “So you like sec?” He asked, making her laugh.
“Oh, uh- Yeah. Yes, I do,” she said as he scanned her figure. He hadn’t gotten a great look at her today, but now he did. Her body was more banging than he had thought.
“Hm, you into all that stuff they talk about? I mean, my bands are freaks, I’ve never seen one like yours. Especially with girls in them,” he said.
Y/n usually never felt off about talking about who she liked to watch and listen to, but there was something about the way Eddie came off, that made her feel weird.
“I guess, but I’m not really down to talk about that,” y/n said, warning Eddie that she was getting uncomfortable. “Oh, what are my manners- I’m sorry — Let’s get you your purchase,” Eddie said as he guided her to the back where his room was located.
Eddie stood to the side after he opened the door, looking at her for her reaction that he’d been waiting for all night.
Once y/n stepped into his room, her eyes slightly widened at his layout. She knew he was a metalhead, but she didn’t expect all of these sexual toys to be laid out. Some even looked fresh from the store.
“Over here — I’ve got a couple of pre-rolls, and this new hash I kind of whipped up myself, that’s It’s free. I want to see how my first costume feels about it,” Eddie said as he guided her to his bed.
The young man picked up this new roll-up he had made and handed it to the young woman. “Oh, I wasn’t planning on smoking now,” y/n said. “C’mon — Just one hit. I wanna make sure it at least smells, and tastes good,”
Y/n felt a bit off, but she didn’t want to shame the man. She knew he barely had people over, so she accepted what he was giving.
“Fine,” she smiled as she took the lighter that Eddie had lifted up to give her. “Sit down and get a little comfortable,” Eddie suggested as she hopped in his bed, and pat the spot next to him.
Y/n softly sat next to the man, ready to see what he’s created. She wanted to be a nice help, so she quickly lit the joint and took a hard hit.
She coughed a bit, not knowing it would be this strong. It barely had a taste of weed, more like something else that she couldn’t place her hand on.
“Take a few more,” Eddie pressured. “I don’t really think-“ y/n tried saying. “Hey — Just a few more, and I’ll even cut the price,” Eddie said, knowing exactly where he was going with everything.
Y/n took a deep slow breath before she took another hit. She didn’t exactly want to, but she’s driven a bit high before. She should be fine.
Y/n took another hit, each puff getting more smoke in her lungs, making it hard for her to feel what was happening.
“Feels good?” Eddie asked as he placed a hand on her thigh. “Actually does,” y/n said, surprised that she felt the high so fast. “Wanna know what’s in it, princess?” He asked, making her nod as she took another long drag.
“I knew you like California weed, so I put some pure hashish in the roll,” Eddie said as he rubbed her thigh, getting closer to her heat that she barely noticed. She felt him but didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, and you wanna know what else?” He asked as his free hand slowly moved up to her face, so he could rub at her cheek. “What?” Y/n asked low as she turned his way, feeling her eyes get extremely heavy.
“For the fun ride, I sprinkled a bit of opioids and benzodiazepine, just to get you a little woozy,” Eddie smiled, knowing that would trigger her brain. “What?” She wanted to sound more upset, but she couldn’t.
“I-I’ve gotta go,” the young woman said as she tried getting up, but she was too weak. “Why? I thought you liked it here? The room was decorated just for you,” Eddie said as he slowly reached under her skirt.
“No,” was all y/n could let out when she felt him pull her panties to the side. “What was that, princes?” Eddie asked as he leaned into her face, wanting to see and hear her struggle.
“No,” she breathed out as a tear rolled down her eyes. “And, why is that? I thought these half-high fishnets were meant for foreplay,” Eddie chuckled as he slowly pushed a ringed finger into her cunt.
“N-No,” y/n stuttered, saying that word too many times for him to keep going. “Just relax, princess — I thought you liked it kinky? I bought the chains, the gags, the toys, and the drugs. Wasn’t one song called, drug me? I assumed that would be your favorite,”
Eddie had pushed another ringed finger into y/n as he leaned down to her neck and began sucking on a few spots. There was no way he wouldn’t get what Jason set him up for.
Eddie still believed she came here just to humiliate him. He didn’t regret setting this up for her. She deserved it for what he thought she was going to put him through.
“Eddie?” Y/n choked on her cry as her walls fluttered around his fingers. “Oh, no, no — You don’t get to cum yet,” Eddie said as he pulled out of her, and pushed her down into his bed.
“You’re gonna let me fill you up first — Then maybe you can cum on my face while I eat out your overstimulated pussy,”
Eddie sounded evil to y/n. His voice echoed through her mind like a nightmare, but she couldn’t yell at him like she wanted to. She couldn’t fight him like she wanted to.
“I’m gonna tie your arms behind your back, somehow tie your legs so they’re forced open, then gag you before I get started,”
Eddie didn’t lie and did just that in under five minutes. He had looked up videos and learned quick. She should feel special for what he’s doing for her, since this is what she likes, after all.
“Tied you down for a little, and you’re already soaked, Jesus Christ,” Eddie teased as he played with her folds, watching his juice spill out of her hole that he could’ve sworn gripped a few times around air.
“You want me, don’t you? Even if this was all a joke for Jason, you actually want me, and not him — You could've just asked me, princess. I would’ve still rocked your world, but I guess you wanted it rougher,”
Eddie happily pulled himself out of his jeans, and stroked, seeing he had already been leaking pre-cum. She was too hot to be this hard already.
“You knew wearing that would catch my attention at school. Fuck, y/n, you’re just some being else — I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Eddie was surprised at how he felt about y/n in under twenty-four hours.
“I’m gonna make you mine, princess. Being pregnant in college isn’t too bad right? Wasn’t one of the female singers pregnant in college too?” Eddie asked the slightly uncomfortable woman as he slowly pushed at her entrance.
“Doesn’t matter — You’d look amazing with my kids. I’ll give you more than one — That’ll show Jason not to mess with me again,”
Eddie had gone too delusional by now. He thought that impregnated y/n would make Jason upset that his plan didn’t work, or show y/n that playing with a man isn’t a good idea.
“E-Eddie,” y/n cried low as he filled her with every inch. He wasted no time to begin his thrust and taunt y/n for her moans that she couldn’t hold back. He was huge and reached every good area y/n couldn’t even reach with her toys.
“You like it? C’mon, baby, tell me you like it. I’ll be fuckin’ you every day to show you who I am. If you thought you could make a fool out of me, then you were wrong, princess. So fuckin’ wrong. I’ll show you,”
#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x reader#stranger things eddie#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#dark!eddie munson#dom!eddie munson#perv!eddie munson#joseph quinn smut#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x y/n#stranger things s5#stranger things smut#stranger things
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ok so..PLEASE hear me out on this..Hyun-ji hc…with size kink only if ur comfortable with it tho!!🤧
Size difference with cho hyun-ju
hcs are gn reader, the scenario is afab reader!
sfw and nsfw
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(ФωФ): size difference, brief mention of a belly bulge, A LITTLE bit of cum eating, top dom Hyun-ju, her genitalia are refered with anatomical terms, soft sex;3
hiii ofc im comfortable!! i wasnt sure if u wanted smaller partner or taller:( if you want taller, tell me! i can write that too. ik you said hcs but i got a little carried away..😞😞
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ᯓ★ Hyun-ju has a strong protective streak, and having a smaller partner amplifies this tenfold. she always keeps an arm around you in public, shielding you from crowds or potential danger.
ᯓ★ She’s hyper-aware of your surroundings, constantly ensuring you're safe and comfortable, even if it means stepping in front of you during tense moments, girl is PROTECTIVE
ᯓ★ Is incredibly gentle with you. She cups your face with care, as though afraid she might accidentally hurt you.
ᯓ★ Loves resting her chin on your head, using your height difference as an excuse to pull you closer whenever possible, might get a little sassy about the difference.
ᯓ★ Can’t resist teasing you about your size, often smirking as she reaches for things you can’t quite get to.
ᯓ★ “Need help, sweet thing?” she’ll say with a mischievous grin, only to grab the item and hold it above her head, making you jump for it, or give her a kiss if you reaaally want it.
ᯓ★ She has no problem scooping you up, whether it's to carry you over puddles, give you a piggyback ride, or just because she wants to.
ᯓ★ Her oversized clothes practically swallow you whole, and she secretly loves seeing you in them. She often hands you her jackets, claiming, “You’ll catch a cold otherwise.” (That's a big fat lie, she just likes seeing you in her clothes.)
ᯓ★ She loves calling you stuff Tiny” or “Pocket-Sized,” but if anyone else dares to mock your height, her protective side kicks in immediately.
ᯓ★ Hyun-ju adores resting her hand on your head or shoulders, finding it comforting to have you close in such a tangible way.
ᯓ★ She’ll often lift you onto counters or higher surfaces to make conversations more “equal,” though she secretly loves looking down at you.
ᯓ★ If you feel insecure about your size, she makes a point of reminding you how much she loves it. “You’re perfect the way you are,” she’ll say, her voice soft and sincere.
ᯓ★ In private, she’s surprisingly clingy, loving how easily she can wrap herself around you. She’ll pull you onto her lap or into her arms, drag you to the couch or bed to cuddle, hug you from behind when you're making a meal..
ᯓ★ She compares hand size differences quietly. She holds your hand in hers, aligning them together before spreading her fingers open, quietly marveling at your smaller hand, making her feel all warm n fuzzy inside.
ᯓ★ Her hugs are all-encompassing, wrapping you in her arms so completely that you practically disappear.
ᯓ★ She loves how your head rests perfectly against her chest when you hug, and she’ll hold you a little longer than necessary just to enjoy the moment.
ᯓ★After you two get to the point where you're both comfortable, she teases you about how you’re her “pocket-sized partner” and pretends to look for you in crowds by glancing down dramatically.
ᯓ★ “I need to get you one of those flags on a stick so I don’t lose you,” she teases, laughing at your playful glare.
ᯓ★ On the more nsfw side..she absolutely adores how your little tummy bulges whenever she fucks you. She puts a hand over the bulge, pressing down on it, making you gasp and squirm under her touch.
ᯓ★ During sex, she's ultra careful, not wanting to hurt you. If you insist on let's say, eating her out or giving her a bj, she'll be super nervous at first. you'll have to reassure her that everythings okay, before getting smothered with her larger body.
ᯓ★ Girl is big in all the right places. she'll secretly enjoy watching you choke and gag around her, your throat not being able to handle the size.
ᯓ★ Runs her fingers thru your hair while you have her in your mouth. she softly praises you, cooing about how "Such a good girl..you're doing so well, my love."
ᯓ★ LOVES loves loves picking you up and pinning you against the wall, making you wrap your legs around her waist and just feel how much she needs you. she'll always use her height to her advantage, not that you mind, of course..
ᯓ★ Pins your wrists above your head, grinding her clothed bulge against your crotch as she looks down at you, making you feel so, so small compared to her.
ᯓ★ If you..well, actually tell her how much you like the size difference..
after..a few hours of making out and groping each other, hyun-ju swept you up into her strong arms, cradling you against her chest as she carried you to the bedroom. She kicked open the door, not bothering to close it behind them as she laid you down on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath their combined weight.
she stood back for a moment, drinking in the sight of you spread out before her, her chest heaving with anticipation. Then, she stepped forward, pinning you down softly, covering your smaller body with her own larger frame.
She captured your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head as she ground her hips against your, letting you feel the thick, hard length of her cock straining against her pants. Hyun-ju could feel the heat of your pussy, feeling just how ready you were for her.
"so wet already.." Hyun-ju murmured, her hips rocking against yours as she put her hands on the hem of your shirt, softly helping you take it off, putting it away on a nightstand next to the bed.
Her hands slid around to your breasts, palming the soft mounds as she lowered her head to take a hardened nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard, grazing the sensitive bud with her teeth as her hand slid down your stomach, delving between your thighs.
hyun-ju pushed her pants down just enough to free her aching cock, the thick, heavy shaft slapping against your belly as it sprang free. She didn't bother with further preparation, knowing that you were already dripping and ready for her, still wet from her fingering you a few hours ago.
"It's okay, my love," Hyun-ju murmured, her voice softening as she cupped your cheek gently. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you, I promise."
She brushed a tender kiss against your lips, pouring all of her love and affection into the simple gesture. Her grip on your wrists gentled, her fingers intertwining with yours as she brought their joined hands down to rest on the pillow beside her head.
"Let's take this slow, sweetheart," Hyun-ju whispered, her hips still nestled between your thighs but no longer grinding urgently against her. "I want to make this good for you, okay?"
She trailed soft, gentle kisses down the column of your throat, feeling you shiver beneath her touch. Hyun-ju took her time, savoring the taste of your skin, the way your pulse fluttered beneath her lips.
As she kissed, her hands roamed over your body, caressing and stroking, learning every dip and curve. She cupped your breasts, thumbing your now wet nipples until they pebbled beneath her touch once more. Her fingers skimmed down your stomach, teasing along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before brushing lightly over your dripping slit.
She brought her slick fingers to her lips, sucking them clean of your essence, moaning at the taste. Then, with a tender smile, she positioned the head of her cock at your entrance, feeling the heat and wetness beckoning her inside.
"Tell me if you need me to stop, okay? I never want to hurt you," Hyun-ju murmured, holding her gaze with unwavering intensity as she began to push forward, slowly, gently, inch by thick inch, until he was seated fully inside you, your hips pressed flush together.
With a soft huff, she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow rhythm.
"Oh, love.." Hyun-ju breathed out "You feel so good.." She rolled her hips in a deep, circular motion, grinding against that sweet spot deep inside that made you see stars.
Her thrusts remained slow and steady, each one a deliberate, purposeful slide of hard flesh against soft silk. Hyun-ju wanted to savor every moment, to commit every gasp, every sigh, every flutter of your eyelashes to memory.
She leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. Her tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, coaxing you to respond, to meet her thrust for thrust.
One hand slid up to tangle in your hair, gently tugging your head back to deepen the kiss. The other hand skimmed down your side, over the curve of your hip, to grip your your thigh, caress your waist..she couldnt get enough of you.
The room filled with the soft, obscene sounds of their lovemaking - the creaking of the bed, the slick slide of skin against skin, and the breathy, needy noises spilling from your lips.
Her hips began to move a little faster, her thrusts growing a bit harder, a bit deeper. The head of her cock kissed that sweet spot inside you with each drive forward, making her gasp and shudder.
"That's it, my love," Hyun-ju praised, her voice a low, approving rumble. "You're doing so well, taking me so perfectly."
She could feel the heat building between them, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Hyun-ju knew she was getting close, could feel the telltale tightening of her balls, the way her thrusts were growing more erratic.
But even as she lost herself in the throes of pleasure, she would not forget, would not risk bringing a child into this unpredictable world without careful thought and planning.
So with a herculean effort, Hyun-ju gritted her teeth, forcing herself to hold back, to delay her own release. She focused on you.
Hyun-ju's eyes widened as she witnessed the unmistakable bulge of her cock stretching your belly. The sight of her lover's body yielding to her, accepting and accommodating her size, made her even more turned on, if that was possible, her hand skimmed over the curve, marveling at the way her fingers sank into the supple flesh.
She could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering and clenching around her thickness. Hyun-ju knew she was close, could sense the impending crest of her own release barreling down on her. But she remained focused on you, determined to bring you to that peak before allowing herself to let go, so she doubled her efforts, pounding into her with deep, powerful thrusts that shook the bed and left you breathless. she slipped a hand between your sweat-slicked bodies, her fingers seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex.
Hyun-ju began to rub firm, tight circles around your clit, feeling it swell and throb against her touch. She timed the strokes with her thrusts, pushing deep inside you just as she flicked your clit.
finally, she could feel you coming beneath her, your pussy clamping down around her cock like a vice as you hit her peak. The sensation was almost too intense to bear, and Hyun-ju had to grit her teeth, calling upon every ounce of her self-control not to let go and spill herself deep inside you.
At the last possible second, Hyun-ju wrenched her hips back, tearing her aching cock from the velvet heat of your pussy. her hand flew to her shaft, stroking furiously as thick ropes of seed erupted from the swollen head, painting streaks of pearly white across your belly and breasts.
"Fuck.." Hyun-ju breathed out, her voice shaky.
she collapsed against you, careful not to crush you with her larger frame, her heart slamming against her ribs as she struggled to catch her breath. Hyun-ju tangled her fingers with yours, bringing your joined hands up to press against her heart as she rolled them to the side, cradling you against her chest.
"you did amazing, sweet thing, so good for me.." Hyun-ju murmured, once she had regained a modicum of composure. she brushed a tender kiss against your damp forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Rest now, i got you.."
#squid game 2#squid game#squid game x reader#squid game x you#squid game x y/n#gn!reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#cho hyun ju#cho hyunju#hyun ju x female reader#female reader#fem!reader#hyun ju#squid game season 2
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note: no smut LOL IM SORRY, I GOT HOME AND I FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH CUS IM SO TIREDDDDDDD YALL THIS IS ALL I GOT, THIS IS ALL I GOT. i cannot even fathom how i managed to write this (not proofread, ill do it when i wake up pls meow meow) this is the part two of playing with fire
the twitch of your eye portrays the frustration seeping through you, the paper in your hand greatly souring your mood. you do not know how many hours you have been hunched over your desk, but the soreness in your shoulders and the glasses slipping on the bridge of your nose tell you.
something isn’t right with what you’re seeing; the numbers, dates, even the signatures are incorrect. you straighten your posture, your weight leaning on the elbow of the hand you’re using to hold the sheet of paper, your hair falling into the frame of your face, and your other rubbing your chin in deep thought.
“arden,” you called out to your assistant beside you, “who did this sloppy of a paperwork? i thought i made myself clear about doing work proficient–”
you’re cut off when the door to your office is suddenly opened. you mask your surprise when you see her, ambessa medarda.
she has a scowl on her face; her stare is full of anger, the tips of her fingers turning white with how hard she’s clenching her hands.
“never learned of knocking, general? and i believe our meeting is set for next week.” you look back down to the paper, doubt still gnawing in the pits of your stomach, “i also believe that i did not summon for you. what brings you here?”
she all but growls, but, she doesn’t know if it's due to her anger or… you—the appearance of you: your posture, your tired-looking face, the skin of your legs from the split of your dress; a goddess is what you are, she thinks.
she savours the image of you before her. however, without even sparing her a glance, you spoke.
“general, speak.”
instantly responding, she baffles you with her words, “the supposed resources that are to be delivered to me have not reached me, your majesty. what is the meaning of this?”
“pardon?” you motion to arden to leave, bowing to you, she quietly leaves, “i am afraid i do not know what you are saying, general.”
ambessa walks a step closer, “this will put a strain on our contract, your majesty, i hope you are aware of that.”
“general, i am fully aware.” a hand takes your glasses off, and you lean back on your chair, eyes closing at the feeling of your back stretching. “on the other hand, i do not know what you mean when you say the shipment has not been completed.”
“i do hope you are not playing dumb, your majes–”
“i can assure you, general, i am not.”
how she loves riling you up. how your fingers twitch in anger, your eyes scrutinizing her, knowing how powerful she is and yet, you hold your ground. she loves all of it.
ambessa reveled in it.
“apologies for the inconvenience, general,” ignoring her smug look, you stand up, and walk around your desk to show her the papers, you beckon her over, “come. take a look at this.”
she does, nearing you until you start to feel her figure looming over you. “sloppy paperwork, your majesty.”
“do not even get me started. that is filthy.” you spread the sheets on your desk, ignoring how the proximity is sending warmth to your abdomen, “look, something is not right, correct?”
she leans over your shoulder, and a soft exhale emits from you, “correct, your majesty.”
“what’s worse is not only did this happen once, but thrice.” you can feel your anger bubbling over, “three times. someone has been stealing from me, selling it to others. i will take care of everything, general. see to it that the shipment will be delivered soon.”
ambessa made no move to back away, “hoping to dismiss me so quickly, your majesty? here i was thinking you’re finally softening up on me.” she pressed on, her breath hitting the back of your ear, “i must say, that does hurt.”
“need i remind you of your so-called thoughts about professional entanglements, general? i am starting to think you want me to break them.” your eyes close, the heat on your abdomen traveling down, pooling between your legs. “oh, you would love that, won’t you, general?”
you let out a shaky breath when you feel her hand on your stomach, your back pressing against her front, her nose slotting it behind your ear, smelling the fragrance you sprayed, “so innocent for a bold little lamb.”
“mhmm,” the hum vibrates your chest. you raise your right arm, your fingers grazing her cheek, then burying them into the back of her head, pulling her head down slightly, and you push back against her to whisper into her ear, “you aren’t exactly subtle, as well, general.”
she could destroy you with the strength she has, she could tear you into pieces by pieces. you focus on her body, on her bulging muscles, her long fingers, and her firm-toned stomach.
your thoughts run wild; you would take everything. ambessa places a kiss on the side of your neck. this is wrong. both of you knew that, but why aren’t you stopping?
you give her more access, and her kisses leave a fire in their wake, from your jaw to your pulse, pecking it over and over again, you scratch her scalp tenderly in appreciation. she grabs your hand that’s on her head, manhandling you to turn you around.
you peer up at her through your eyelashes, eyes parted and your breaths shallow. your neck and cheeks are flushed. ambessa was no better: her irises darkened, she was breathing heavily, and she looked like she was holding herself back from doing something.
her palm gently meets your cheek, her thumb running along your bottom lip, “i am far from innocent, ambessa.”
and she is spiraling. she nudges herself between your legs, forcing you to sit on your desk. her hand is now grasping the whole side of your neck, with her thumb now tracing along your cheekbone. she needs to hear you say her name again. she yearns for you to utter out her name once more.
“say it again.”
“ambessa.”
she leans in. she’s a mere millimeters away when a knock stopped her. you gently push her away, hurriedly fixing your appearance. she could only grit her teeth, her gaze was fixed on the door, fury evident in her eyes.
if looks could kill, the person on the other side would be dead.
you clear your throat, you soothe out the creases on your dress, “come in.”
“your majesty, general,” arden greets, “i dug around, asked around, too, and i found out who did those papers, your majesty.” you nod for her to keep going, “it’s holloway.”
your gaze snaps to her, a deep frown mars your expression, “lieutenant holloway? but why? where is he?”
“at the docks, your majesty.”
…
the soles of your boots slam down against the pavement, your mood beginning to turn bitter once you spot the man you’re looking for, “holloway.” he turns around and quickly meets a fist to his face. “what have you done?”
“yo-your majesty,” he crumples to the ground, holding his bleeding nose, he spots arden and the warlord behind you, “what–what’s happening?”
“you have been stealing from me,” the blade of your sword is pressed dangerously against his throat, “and the general. have you got no shame and brain? you have put my–OUR nation in danger. let me ask you again, what have you done?”
“our nation? oh please, i’ve been making much more money than you.”
“is this what it’s about? money?” your sword hovers, “you would risk an entire nation for money? you would betray me, your queen, your empress, for money? you are easily bought.”
he shouts, “and you are a whore. a whore for that slut of a gener–”
with a swift slash, you cut off the hand that’s holding his nose. blood spurts and bursts out of the now stump, “mind your mouth, holloway. if it is i you wish to speak ill of, do it. however, if you dare to insult the general, then that is simply a foolish thing for you to do.”
ignoring the blood gathering at your feet, or some of it getting on your dress, you turn to your army of men who are watching.
your gaze cold and dead, you point at holloway using your bloody sword, “make the same mistake and i will ensure that you will hold a much worse fate.” you walk to him, grabbing him by his hair, dragging him to kneel in front of the general, relishing in his screams and whimpers, “apologize.”
“in your dreams, bitch. i’m not apologizing to this slu–”
“holloway, you are beginning to test my patience.” grabbing his head once more, you force him to look up, “apologize.”
she has never seen this side of you. this ruthless and unforgiving side of you sends tremors to her hands, weakens her knees, and dries her mouth and lips.
the fire never left ambessa and it is spreading throughout her body, it’s burning and uncomfortable.
“fine. have it your way, holloway. hold him down.” you call out to your men, and they seize him by his arms, legs, shoulders, every part of him, “you brought this upon yourself. hold out his tongue.” knowing what you’re about to do, he thrashes in their holds but it’s no use. he begins to plea, escape, anything. “i have given you your chances, holloway. accept the consequences.”
only his screams of terror and agonizing pain can be heard, his screeches making the birds flock away, his blood staining the ground, creating a puddle.
he looks at his hand and tongue in horror that is dying on the floor, and then up at you, only to be met with hollow ones—lifeless eyes of yours that are like staring into an abyss of darkness. you cover his mouth, your hand squeezing his jaw, adding more pain.
“a hand for stealing, a tongue for disparaging remarks,” you shove him away, not caring that his blood is on your hand, “run.”
you turn around just as he takes off, clutching his hand to his chest, looking around wildly as the men he used to order around are looking at him with disgust in their eyes.
you bow your head to the general, “i must apologize for all of this mess, general. i… stay for a little while i assort your shipment. i will have my men board your resources to your ship.” you turn to look at the retreating figure in the distance. “kill him.”
a bang ends your day at the docks.
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“my, my, what a wonderful sight that was, your majesty.” ambessa sipped her tea, her legs spreading as she sat, “didn’t take you for a killer.”
crossing your legs, your silk dress, now having changed, riding up, “i have done worse, general. much worse things that would make yours look like a child’s play.”
she raises a brow at you. though her stare quickly travels down to your legs, openly looking at you, from your legs to your thighs, all the way up to your chest.
absolutely no shame, you think to yourself, smirking slightly. this woman is a piece of art, her skin, her stature, her scars. and then you remember how she felt like when pressed against you. her solid frame, how her presence can engulf your being, it suffocates you.
yet you want more.
“your majesty, i doubt that. i have killed everything that stands in my way.”
you hum, your eyes raking over her form, “that, i don’t doubt.”
you wonder how it would feel to be underneath her, holding you down from moving, to force you to take everything she will give you. unconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together.
ambessa notices.
“it seems like we were interrupted earlier, no?” her voice drops an octave.
you bite your lip. your action spurring her on. she can’t help it anymore. all these playful banters, the tension, it’s too much for ambessa. you are too much for her.
maybe it’s time you let yourself indulge.
“i believe so, yes…” you take it yourself to move and sit on her lap. in the blink of an eye, her hands are on your thighs, rubbing smooth circles and slipping under your dress, “would you like to continue, ambessa?”
#arcane#writing#fanfic#imagines#female reader#wlw#ambessa medarda#ambessa x you#ambessa x female reader#ambessa medarda x you#slow burn#tension#frenemies to lovers#need her#need that#eventual smut#winners love winning#wuhluhwuh
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Do you have any thoughts/headcanons about Kaito's phobia of fish? It's an interesting character trait considering Kaito's personality and the lack of backstory given to it.
i love the concept of Hakuba being great about it, him canonically being kind to people with irrational fears is wonderful for his relationship with Kaito. Hakuba the human shield against fish! He'd be capable of being subtle about helping Kaito and I can imagine him getting protective if anyone hurts Kaito with it.
How do you think Shinichi and Akako would handle it?
Actually, I do have several thoughts on that.
Have you seen movies like "The Little Mermaid", "PONYO" and "NEMO"?
Well, they are scary movies for Kaito. He must have seen Ponyo and Nemo at some point when he wasn't that aware of his phobia or didn't know what they were about, he definitely has never seen "The Little Mermaid", and the name terrifies him.
I feel like Hakuba would be more proactive in helping him with his phobia and would even encourage him to go to therapy to treat it professionally, because as we know Japan is surrounded by sea, and seafood is their main source of food, I imagine it must be hard for Kaito to have to see fish all the time.
I feel like with Akako, Kaito has a conversation like:
"If witches exist, does that mean mermaids do too?"
"Yes, they do, why? Do you want to see one?"
"Oh, no, not really!"
Akako raises an eyebrow and looks at Kaito, judging him, she knows there's something more to this, so she pressures him to confess and when he tells her, she would definitely tease him a little.
"I'm surprised that the great Kaitou Kid is afraid of something like that."
"Don't make fun of me, Akako!"
"No, calm down, even if I like to tease you, I wouldn't stoop that low, don't worry about the fish, or the mermaids, as long as I'm here, you just have to worry about being cute, I'll take care of the rest."
I like to think that even if she would tease him a little (because that's her personality), she wouldn't really expose him to that, in fact, I see her covering his eyes discreetly so he doesn't see them.
I think that Kaito seeing that Shinichi loves sharks wouldn't tell him, and he would end up finding out until it's too late.
Something like:
"I have tickets to the aquarium!"
Kaito forces himself to smile, even though inside he's screaming. Shinichi looks so happy that he can't bring himself to say anything about it.
When they enter the aquarium, Kaito drags him first to see any non-fish animals. Shinichi starts to get suspicious that something is up, but he ignores it because he thinks Kaito would tell him if it was important.
It's not until they move on to the fish section that he feels something is wrong. Kaito is clinging to him too tightly and has his eyes closed.
"Kaito, are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, just, you know, I love you and all that." "You're being weird, and not your usual weird self." "Just ignore me, I promise I'm enjoying this." "It doesn't seem like it."
In a moment of bravery Kaito opens his eyes, but it's a grave mistake because he faints. Shinichi takes him to the infirmary and when Kaito wakes up he forces him to tell him what's wrong.
"I'm sorry, you seemed really excited." "No, it's okay, but I'd like you to tell me these things, trust me I don't want to bring you to basically your version of a house of terror." "You know, I don't really mind sharks, I just can't stand fish." "I hope you're being honest, I don't want you to suffer because of me."
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Omg sometimes I go to the nice autism subreddit (as opposed to the one where everyone is mean) to spy and lurk and see what people are doing with their lives. And there's usually some post that is like my partner is autistic and I hate it either because A) they never wash the dishes and they yell at me daily and surely this is related to their autism or B) they are coldly rejecting me by not nodding along to the things I say and I still think I can make it work.
But anyway today someone was on there and his problem was he loved his girlfriend so much. and he was afraid he was a special interest she would get bored of soon....me and who
#i was ready for another 'we are new parents and he's responding to the noise level by locking himself in his room and playing video games'#instead i got this sweet post where this man was like what if my gf of a year who is autistic doesn't LOVE me#the gf in question would hang out with almost no one but op btw#she is willingly spending time with you my guy. she does love you
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A/N: Some Stoncy fluff, set after season 2.
Jonathan leaned against the wall next to Will's bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest. Nancy popped up next to him.
"What are you doing?" She asked in amusement.
"Nothing," he said casually.
"It doesn't look like nothing to me," she said.
"I just - I just want to know what Will needs to talk about with Steve that he can't talk about with me," Jonathan pouted.
"So, you're spying on your little brother and our boyfriend?" Nancy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. . .yeah, okay, so I am," he said.
"Did you ever think that he's trying to get to know Steve because he knows how much his brother, who he loves dearly, loves this guy?" Nancy asked.
"The thought has crossed my mind," Jonathan replied.
"Jon - ," Nancy started to say.
"Shh!" Jonathan said, and she glared at him.
Luckily, Joyce stepped in at that moment before Nancy could draw blood.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Your eldest is spying on his little brother," Nancy said.
"Jonathan!" Joyce scolded.
Joyce was about to lecture Jonathan when Will mentioned her and she paused.
"I don't know, Steve, what if I hurt mom's feelings?" Will asked.
"I don't know, it seems like your mom is the kind of mom who'd be happy with whatever makes you happy," Steve said. "So, if you say you don't like her bowl cuts, she'll gladly let you do whatever you want with it. It's your hair. . .although, technically, she did help make it."
"Ew! Don't say that!" Will exclaimed and then laughed.
"What?! You have learned about that, haven't you?" Steve asked.
"Yes, Steve, but some people don't like to be reminded how they came into this world," Will said.
"Look, it's important to have your hair the way you want it because it's on top of your head, and that's where your personality is. You want it to tell a story that feels right to you," Steve said. "Once you start feeling that, you'll also feel a confidence that you never had before and then other people start noticing that."
"That - that makes sense," Will said.
"Your mom will love you no matter what even if you turn into a worm," Steve said.
"What?!" Will laughed. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You never think about that? Like, would they still love me if I turned into a worm or a spider or a slug?" Steve asked.
"Mom doesn't like slugs," Will said.
"Well, she would definitely still love you if you were a slug," Steve said. "She would get rid of all the salt in the house."
"What about your mom?" Will asked.
"She doesn't like me now," Steve scoffed. "I mean, there's just some things specifically that she doesn't like about me."
"Oh. . .because of Jonathan?" Will asked.
"You're lucky. . .you can be honest with your mom about whatever you want, and she'll still love you," Steve said. "Anyway, come on, go through these magazines and see what hairstyle you like."
"Not that one!" Will exclaimed.
"Ew, yeah, definitely not," Steve said.
"Are we going to pretend like we're not being spied on, right now?" Will asked.
"Well, I was waiting for them to come on out on their own," Steve said and Will laughed.
Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce moved into the room, looking rather sheepish.
"We didn't intend to spy," Joyce said.
"Yeah, we know. We heard Jonathan being all pouty," Steve said, grinning.
"Sorry, mom," Will said.
"Oh, honey, Steve’s right. You shouldn't be afraid of being honest with me," Joyce said. "And thank you, Steve. . .you guys have a good one."
"We do," Nancy smiled.
Steve looked surprised when Joyce hugged him tightly before sitting down next to Will.
"What do you like so far?" Joyce asked Will as she picked up a magazine.
Nancy and Jonathan sat on either side of Steve, grabbing a magazine of their own.
"I'm torn between these two," Will said.
"You never said your parents had a problem with me," Jonathan said to Steve.
"Not with you specifically," Steve said.
"Because I'm a guy?" He asked.
"Yeah," Steve said, looking at the magazine in front of him.
"I'm sorry," Jonathan said softly.
"They're idiots," he shrugged.
"Doesn't mean it still doesn't suck," Nancy said.
"I'm surrounded by better people," Steve grinned.
Jonathan and Nancy pressed their cheeks against his shoulder.
"Why do you have so many magazines about hair?" Jonathan asked.
"Something else I didn't tell you. . .I kind of want to be a hair stylist," Steve said, blushing.
"You would be good at that!" Will exclaimed. "This one!"
"Good choice," Joyce said.
"Mom, you don't mind if Steve cuts my hair, do you?" Will asked.
"Not at all," Joyce said and smiled at Steve.
Jonathan grinned and squeezed his boyfriend's arm. Yeah, it really needed to be Steve for this talk. Jonathan never really cared about his hair, but he knew it bothered his brother, and he loved that Steve could be there for him. He never had anything to worry about. He spent so much time 'hating' Steve, but he really did fit right into his life. He shared a look with Nancy. Their lives.
#stranger things#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler x steve harrington#stancy#nancy wheeler x jonathan byers#jancy#steve harrington x jonathan byers#stonathan#nancy wheeler x steve harrington x jonathan byers#stoncy#monster hunting trio#bisexual steve harrington#bisexual jonathan byers#pansexual nancy wheeler#joyce byers#will byers#stranger things ficlet#stoncy fluff#rueleigh writes#rueleigh's thoughts
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"So he told me." She can't help but smile and turn to her brother upon hearing once more that he crashed through their barn. "If I remember right....Clove said you rammed head first into a baobab when you first tried to levitate yourself. So is crashing a normal thing for you, brother?" She was teasing of course, she loved her brother dearly but come on...she had to poke fun a little bit. She had been too young to see that for herself back when her eyes DID work even if blurry. The more she was with Silver, she more she remembered about their family. She may not recall the bad...but she was happy to have the good. Perhaps, it was by some grace of Chaos that they had that.
She returned her focus to the two canines before her and gave a sheepish smile. "I....wasn't always like this. Recent events have made me rather skittish I'm afraid. I'm usually a ball of energy! Can't sit still! But I mean it when I say I really am happy to meet you! It just...might take me a while to stop being so jumpy..."
@crossed-worlds || (X)
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everybody go home. this is my magnum opus
#HELP THIS IS KILLING ME#the original version of this had hua cheng in a ‘i have a CRAZY wife she hates STUPID PEOPLE and LOVES DOGS and im NOT AFRAID TO USE HER’#but if hua cheng was at midwestern gas station number 472 in the novelty slogan tshirt aisle#she for sure would get some sort of ‘your wife (woman symbol) vs MY WIFE (wonder woman silhouette)’#or ‘trophy 🏆🏆 WIFE’#or possibly a ‘return to wife if lost’#or ‘i have a SMOKIN HOT wife’#or ‘im the BOSS til my WIFE gets home’#or ‘5 things you should know about my WIFE: 1. she is my queen 2. she is a bit crazy 3. she can whoop your ass#4. she says whatever she is thinking 5. mess with her and theyll never find your body’#or ‘i go to work so my wife can COLLECT SCRAPS’#or even at worst. ‘ my wife is the PRINCESS the mouse LOST’#xie lian would be initially embarassed. but you know her ass would be wearing a ‘proud PROPERTY of an AWESOME WIFE’ shirts @ heaven meetings#or ‘i’m not scared of ANYTHING - my WIFE is a CALAMITY’#which was sold as a metaphor for your wife being mean and powerful. but she wears it straight.#or even ‘im not GAY but my WIFE is’ lmfao#anyway.#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#hualesbians#modern au#tgcf meme#my art#art#tgcf shitpost#lmao#mxtx
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#i do not think anyone is obligated to endorse any one candidate if they're like. a popstar#but that being said i'm a little 🙃 about chappell roan saying that she won't endorse kamala because both sides are problematic#like girl did you have to say thattttttt#sure there are problems on both sides but one of them made child me afraid that my parents wouldn't be allowed to exist in the country!!#acting like both sides are equally awful is so ick to me idk#like i love chappell and i'm not trying to cancel her because she really doesn't have to endorse kamala and i mean it#but i wish she didn't say that specifically because like tell me you don't care about my family without telling me yk#love and respect her and will keep listening to her music. but it sucks to know that she just doesn't care about my safety enough to say it#ugh anyway#to delete
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"maybe we're not people who are allowed happiness" this "maybe we're not meant to be happy" that, keyleth and vax are so fucking sad my guts are twistin' im sobbing
#critical role#c1ep56#cr episode 56#cr ep 56#vaxleth#i love vax and keyleth in other hand this kinda pissese off ya know#suffering is a choice#<- my theatre teacher told me so and since then i believe so cery deeply#and they're kinda choosing suffering when saying so#but i kinda emphatic to em#but like meh#also keyleth lowkey drivin me crazy cuz shes everything i may become#i mean shes awkward and tragic#she thinks she knows that's better for everyone#shes afraid of her dutys#and i'm like that too#but i don't wanna be like her really#i would be no different in her shoes and i hate that#e.g. i like vex cuz yes she has her problems yet shes making fun#shes confident#i wish i could be like this#shes kind#she died came back and went into comedy#cr#keyleth#vax#keyleth of the air ashari#vax'ildan
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okay last one. au where nothing goes wrong at all ever (a lie) and melia venam gay moment
#i like this game a normal amount (also a lie)#everyone should play now do it now please#pokemon rejuvenation#oh another thing about twitter. makes me sad i cant yell about things in the tags there like i always do because there are no tags there#if i wanted to id have to make it into a thread and im pretty sure people read those. so awful#i mean not that i say anything worthwhile here usually but still. no one reads this here. i could yell my thoughts if i had any#anyways about the au :] i have no idea how it would work#i have no thoughts ever at all i was just replaying the game and the one little line melia says at the picnic made me sad#the one where she says its her last day in gearen and asks the player to go with her to gdc#and then she just goes ah nevermind that was weird of me to ask#and no… wait come back… id love to go to gdc with you… :[#and thats where that idea came from. idk where the rest of it came from though i think ive been cursed or somethinv#and also something something her saying shes afraid to go to gdc alone only for her to end up in the past also alone sometging something. ow#my thoughts are very coherent i promise (no they arent)
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I can't wait to use my new bullet journal 🥰
Bonus: My first bullet journal that I've been using for this a d last year. I named it CHONKY (ignore the bottom left sticker, a friend gave it to me. Probably for a reason but ain't gonna talk about that fjgfjffif)
#misc; ooc#//don't ask me how it turned looking like one of those scrapbooks on tik tok I don't have the amswer to that lmao#//but it's been great in terms of learning what works for me and not#//i'd say for me I mostly focus on the drawing aspect of it more than the actual journaling tbh I just love drawing#//while i have a separate planner notebook for my schedule and tasks and shit like that#//i'm just a lil worried about the new notebook pages bc I just realized thjs week they are thinner than my previous journal#//and if i put a bit too much glue to stick the pages together#//(bc i do stick them together bc the colors bleed through the pages so I leave the back of the pages I've drawn on untouched)#//--- the colors bleed through a lil bit from the glue (I use liquid glue) bc they get a bit wet and again these lages are VERY thin#//so I think instead of using glue I might stick the lages together with tape#//so that the colors don't bleed through the pages and also to avoid the pages getting crinkled#//if ya know what i mean#//and yeah I COULD do my spreads on a separate sheet and then stick it in the journal#//i've seen a lot of artists actually do that on those Create This Book series on YT#//but I don't think I want to make the new journal as CHONKY or even CHONKIER than the last one#//and if I stick a bunch on seperate pages i to it it would surely get very chonky#//(believe me I've seen how these Create This Book challenge books on YT have turned into after rhe artist(s) have done half of the prompts#//also if you're curious most of my spreads from the last two years were recreations and inspired by Amanda Rach Lee's spreads on YT#//I just love her art style it's so cute and how she isn't afraid change things up and also allow mistakes to happen#//if you do bullet journals as well and need inspiration I def recommend her channel
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What are your favorite butch Utena hcs? 👀
utena is butch because i am butch and she is me.
no but seriously i have so many thoughts on utena's gender and butchness, i have a half-finished fic about it somewhere in my notes. basically, i don't think it's something she is at all aware of while at ohtori. she knows she likes dressing masculinely, but doesn't think about the real reasons why ("wanting to be a prince" is true, but also a deflection. her masculinity is her own and seperate from that.) she also knows she's uncomfortable being feminine, but will still do so occasionally due to either societal pressure or personal expectations from specific people (as self-assured in her identity as utena acts, she, like any of us, is not immune to either of those things.) utena is not the kind of person to really question her identity much, she's just unapologetically being herself (until something traumatic happens and she isn't but you know. that's part of it) without truly knowing who that "self" is.
i'm really fond of the idea that utena ends up getting a bunch of openly queer and butch friends post-canon who help her figure some stuff out about herself, and what her adolescent experiences/feelings really means for her. i still don't think labeling her identity would be the most important thing in the world to her, but it would help to have the words for it. and to be surrounded by people who really understand her is something she's never had before and something i think she needs/deserves.
i've been considering whether or not she'd identify as transmasc and i don't really know (i'm never sure if i do or not either), but she does canonically wear a binder in the movie. so.....
#i always hesitate a little bit to talk about butchness in relation to utena beyond just 'she is butch' both because it's kinda personal#but also because i'm afraid of saying something like ''this is what it means to be butch'' because obviously butchness is not just one thin#and is very personal to each individual#and also because i just have a hard time putting it into words. i'm not even entirely sure what butchness means to me let alone someone els#even if that someone is a fictional character. so there's not a lot of specific headcanons in this post sorry. just rambling about gender#but yeah. utena is butch and she has no idea what that means yet but she will. and she will be loved and understood and accepted#because she deserves it#revolutionary girl utena#headcanons#utena#asks#m
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ok u know what maybe if the world isn't ready for sunrazer post that means that the world IS ready for Amoveous siblings post. This is Milo and Enho and theyre my DARLINGS and i love them SO MUCH. i have. SOOOOOOOO many thoughts abt them but after the previous post massacre i do not really feel like typing all of that xoxo love <3
#THESE DRAWINGS HAVE BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS LOL#meart#original character#robot oc#ily enho ily milo my darlings my angels my loves my funny robot guys.#ive posted abt Andromeda on here b4 if u remember her Enho is her best friend !!!!!#Enhos a battle robot who doesnt want 2 fight people..#hes the oldest sibling and theres a lot resting on their shoulders!#shes supposed to be this big metal protector but U.U she just wants to hide in his room.. and make music for the internet..#him and andy have this whole arc abt like. autonomy and identity and junk#being as andy is a government experiment who was raised to be a superhero who. has not yet realized that she HATES being a superhero lol#Enho inspires her!#milo um. does his own thing. he was the second amoveous bot and he is lucky to have been built without the responsibility of a battle bot#which means hes a LOT weaker. doesnt have a million weapons and lasers and such like enho does. no one expects much of him. he HATES IT!!!!#he wants to be POWERFUL! he wants to HURT PEOPLE!! he wants to be USEFUL!!! hes ANGRY ALL THE TIME#its EXSAUSTING.#yk that tinkerbell thing thats like. cuz shes so small she can only feel one emotion at once. and its so big it consumes her entirely?#hes that. he lives entirely in extremes. everything is 100% for him#he jumps to conclusions so quick and so violently.. hes incredibly impulsive and it gets him into a lot of trouble.#hes also a total NERD!!! GOOB!!! says mlady unironically. likes bad computer games. wears a stupid tie everyday. cartoonishly schemes 24/7#enho for the record is also a pretty angry person. they just dont rlly express it. they dont express much of anything lol.#shes semiverbal on a talkative day. he can be REALLY REALLY PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE THO. THAT MF CAN BE SO PETTY. GOOFY ASS#but shes TERRIFIED she'll lose control of her emotions and her body and that shell hurt someone someday. absolutely terrified.#enho is as afraid of his strength as milo is of his weakness. theyre both two ends of the same extremes in a lot of ways.#polar opposites and yet exactly the same. they resent each other a lot. they need to learn to meet each other in the middle.#anyway ''i dont feel like typing all that'' and then i ramble in the tags for ten million years lol ToT I LOVE THESE GUYS#theyre my oldest ocs in this universe and i have so many thoughts if you have any questions feel free to ask me lol
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i was watching the end of s9 for reasons and honestly it really gets me how tex is literally BEGGING church not to say goodbye!!
i mean!!!
like this is not her sounding composed or put together or flippant like we get a lot from her, she is genuinely distressed at the idea that church might be trying to sever their ties in that way
she’s panicked at the idea that they’re about to die and her last moments with him will be him disrespecting everything that he made her to be that she is
she may have loved him but she knew deep down that she couldn’t trust him, not after he was the one to bring her back and force her to live her cursed half life
#i LOVE THEM ok this is not a chex hating moment but everything that church did to her was MEAN#EXCEPT for when he let her go!!!#a lot of people try and tell me that him being the one to forget her is just another sexist moment of tex’s life is… i mean fair#but also!! tex’s WHOLE storyline is based in sexism!! she has absolutely no agency outside of church and church’s storyline#she exists only to be his girlfriend and further his storyline by dying again and again in front of him#SHES NOT EVEN HER OWN CHARACTER!!! she is - LITERALLY - a fragment of him broken off unable to ever be whole without him#AND SO#church saying that ‘he’ forgets her and that ‘he’ is letting her go while it doesn’t actually give her any agency#it returns her to where she SHOULD BE!!#WHICH IS DEAD!!!#she could not die without him refusing to bring her back bc otherwise it wouldn’t be death it would be a waiting period for him#anyway her restoration ending was way better but i do really think that church letting her go at the end of s9 was a mercy#and an act of love on his part#but this!!!!!#this moment made me tear up shes literally like breathless#and she wants him so badly to not fuck up this moment together#bc it’s not that she’s afraid of dying -she’s done it so many times by now- it’s that she’s afraid of what he might do#agony agony agony agony agony#rvb#red vs blue#agent texas#leonard church#rvb tex#rvb church#rvb chex
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